Tauhi_d O
Tauhi_d O Poems
Gingerly walking down the lane,
Of worn out paths of shrubs & tiny insect's
for a rendezvous with nature
and a little time to think
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b'ęránko bà p'égbá nigbò, kiniun lolori wøn
b'ęiyę p'øgøfa l'ødan așa l'øga gbogbo wøn
b'øba p'ęgbęrun laiye, ønirisha ni baba wøn
b'obinrin ti pøto laiye, iwø motunrayo ni mø yan layo
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335 days sin abound aplenty
we look no further for remedy
cos'tis' all we ever do
sin, sin, sin is all we always do
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she sits with poise on her throne smiling,
just like every other girl but she isn't forming,
beauty with brains, she lights flames with pen,
what a pity, fate fate decide to steal her stride
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beads of sweat forms a path on his body
heavy sac sways gently in his burly Rhythm
legs so heavy, a reminder of spent years
just one glance you know he has been broken
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if only GOD will let us hear their cries
of pains and regret of things
left unsaid or undone while alive
we would all think twice before sinning.
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everything become so real
laughter, heartbeats so fast her face enchanting
her smile infectious
once upon a time in April.
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there was once a rose
a beautiful pretty rose
so radiant and pleasant to the eyes.
everybody wanted to have it in their house.
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Where should the sorry tale
Begin its solemn descent
Gentle apologies, what to ask
What to say! Expected response
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Poet: There is this pretty cute lovely lady i know
Muse: Pretty but cold hearted like a snow
Poet: Like an avalanche she made my feelings fall in tow
Muse: I bet she has the most beautiful set of toes
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Mirror oh mirror can you hear me speak? .
Are you content with the silence in my reflection?
Oh mirror, should i draw back the curtains?
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Of silent muffled sounds,
Of present pains and future yearnings,
Of casted long gazes,
Of deep hurtful longing.
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My words - they can be a Rose
Soft, with nice fragrance.
Beautiful, with the brightest color
Brave can live among thorns.
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the pain eats slower
the turmoil gets deeper
they think they know
but that's their imagination
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if I sleep and wake no more
if I go and never come back. if you hear of all I ever I did
will you take a moment and forgive me
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under the mask i am a sadist,
i walk in the valley of hatred, malice and wickedness.
under the mask my thoughts are of violence and mayhem,
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I have a full beard
Finely combed and shiny
that's why when I walk,
I walk with shoulder high
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it was dearest to me in time past
it was my Companion in times of distress and anquish
even in times of joy and celebrations it was always dear
it was my best friend
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Tauhi_d O Biography
Born Alausa Taoreed Olawale, from the ijebu clan of the Yoruba tribe of the southwestern part of Nigeria. he had his primary, secondary and university education in lagos Nigeria, where he obtained his law degree at the prestigious Lagos State university, before proceeding to the Nigerian law school Abuja campus for his BL degree. he was called to bar in November 2014. Presently he us a practicing Lawyer. He developed flair for writing at a very tender age, he wrote his first poem deemed publishable at the age of 14years and has lots of unpublished poems, stories and articles to his credit. he likes watching football, movies, cooking and writing poems of course! he hopes to be remembered for his poems which inspiration he gets from his experience from the streets of lagos. he calls his genre of poetry " poetry without rules")
The Best Poem Of Tauhi_d O
The Silence Within
Gingerly walking down the lane,
Of worn out paths of shrubs & tiny insect's
for a rendezvous with nature
and a little time to think
A cacophony of hungry voices
Drowned the energy of the ewa agoin seller,
A cloud on every face I saw,
sign of distress and anguish.
of daily struggles and hunger
of truthful lies in pitiable conditions
of dried tears turn to dust,
Of dreams sunk in its infancy.
T'was glaring to see all around
the quiet stomach rumbles
In every closed empty soup pot,
And the spotted skinless skinny dog
Then I saw the protruding belly,
of bili the street honeypot,
of an unborn fatherless child
Sewn from the loins hungry phalanges
I couldn't resist the lure of the red darting eyes
of chucks the local thug run furtively
looking for a careless victim
to provide a whiff of hemp
Ali the suya seller beckons.
muttered greetings of salam
followed by complaint of no sale
and resignation to fate
then I saw them all;
the young shirtless boys and girls
running all around the street in
mindless glee
the boys chasing a round leather
the girls playing hide and seek
little effigy in between their thighs
playing motherly roles to dolls
the motherly head bow in thought
the childish head bow in mischeif
the mother's in fruitless hope
the daughter's in mindless anticipation
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Tauhi_d O Quotes
we win all battles in life, but we lose the war with death no matter the preparation
a man's life does not belong to him. it is owned by his mother, wife and kids.
this heat has bared its fang like an angry woman on her period
when all hope is lost and gone, death is the best antidote
all my life I have always being me, I have never tried to be in competition with anyone. I never copy anybody else's lifestyle. I am always me whether I win or lose
solitude is key to a discerning mind, the mind that constantly seeks for knowledge- tauhid
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