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Light Delights in Laughter: Poems by Adeola Ikuomola

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LIGHT DELIGHTS IN LAUGHTER

The waves are like wars
The smiles are for miles
The flames are for furies
Pure pen parades peace

The son sings his songs
A day decorates dreams
Dawn dresses daughters
Stars seek sighing sages

Light delights in laughter
As moon makes mothers
Full faith fashions fathers
As lake loaded with loans

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THE WHIRLWIND IN THE MALL

The man is geographically tall
With key vibrant poetic footfall
Speaking in the geometric hall
He bounced like a civil football
Answering the vocal ankle call
His hard back on the hard wall
Drinking from the bitterest gall
Sighting the object sited for all
Like the whirlwinds in the mall
For bulk heads coiled so small

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THE SKY IS BLIND

The sky is blind
And twilight is deaf
Terrorism has been born
And nightmares are scorpions

The night is ugly
Her wagon is deadly
Fear has been fashioned
Serpents and scorpions as one

Life is a foreigner
Death holds seminars
Our hovels are alphabets
Dumped upon dog-eared books

Tonight is a rope
Tomorrow is our hope
Off these ghostly gardeners
We look forward to bright flowers

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THERE HAS BEEN TROUBLE FOR THE HOUSE

The turbulent paragraphs of the sea
The tumbling paradises for all to see
Weeping within tears to the gateway
With the skies mourning the late day

Note to dread the bread for the dead
When the noble souls ruin our throat
Like the wayward ward of dull thread
Trafficking life-lines’ nascent growth

As their pregnant mosquito abounds
With cold serpents and drunken owls
The whispering for the wild rebounds
Their souls hang on stowaway bowls

Their dark clouds lead our ray astray
Upon our fountain sorrow they spray
There has been trouble for the house
Where crown cultures the late mouse

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Poems (c) Adeola Ikuomola
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