Poet Akinwemimo Idris

IF I WERE LADY

I have walked,
The breath and,
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Touch me softly,
Like shore breeze.
Beat me 'below',
With that your,
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BETTER STILL?
(lovely poem for Alake)
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It is just a deceit,
For night to touch,
Our oval visage,
The dark paint.
...

I think I have,
Written beautifully
For you many...
Words for tonight.
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The minds of the caged birds,
Couldn't be met empty...
I don't know, I am not sure...
Either blaming the creator,
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I have learnt
To forget days,
Of my ugly life.
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The poet in question is African from the Western part. He is Nigerian by veins and bones. He is a Linguist, with his B.A in African Languages, Upper division, at Obafemi Awolowo University Ile Ife, Osun State, Nigeria. He is a Linguist, a journalist by profession.


Poet Akinwemimo is a poet by making at the initial default stage of his creation. So far poetry is a rhythmical form of words which may express an imaginative, emotional or intellectual experience, this Poet is highly prolific and also has a vast knowledge in writing heart touching thriller and romantic novels.
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A single wick,
Of our single candle,
Can burn for years,
If just our palms,
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Sun has put light,
On people's faces.
The night's shadow,
Reflects faintly.
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Gotten Poets non,
Than these pens.
Gotten Poets one...
'The inky coins'
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I leave my life to live,
To strive to survive.
Since this breath,
Later will be left.
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If have I to fall,
Before I reform,
Prefered than to crawl,
On a static platform.
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Since the day next,
Is invisible..
Fate... Inaccessible.
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On and on,
This to linger,
Like the wish,
Of butterfly,
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But how could,
A slug leaves,
Without trail behind?
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Mind not,
The rough,
Shingled...
Pebbled path.
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Not this though,
What we wish.
But a prevention,
Is prefered.
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Verily is not a deceit,
This visional sight.
To my curious eyes.
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THE VOYAGE

[to Àlàké]
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