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The shinning of it's bright glory
The king of the morning,
Bringing a new dawn,
A summer to remember.

Ray of light in the sky above
Sunshine that brightens thy weary face
The ruler of the blue sky,
Giving command to the day,
Telling the night when to come.

Looking to its golden face,
As it showers its light on my face.
The shinning beam up in the sky
A joy to remember

Your settling at night,
Giving way to the glorious,
Clouds of the night,
Leaving me to await the morning.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
This is a poem about the sun.
My dove
Your presence,
Always a sight to behold.
The way you love me,
So pure like the angels.

Your coming into my life,
A settling of peace.
Meeting you,
A calming for all storms.

You gave me the best gift,
A gift I will remember always.
The fresh air you brought,
An appeaser for a life time.

My one and only
You changed my existence
You brought me joy
I cherish all moments together

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
This is a lover speaking to their heartbeat through poetry.
A gambler on the road
His crooked smile for the night
The pubs his home
A drunk not worth saving

Alcohol his best friend
Cigarette, a calming for his soul
Brothels his place of solace

A ranking for atrocities
Born throwaway his calling
A mistake for the day

The dumps his dinning table
Under the bridges,
A home for the cold.

A soldier losing his soul at war
A forgotten veteran,
Leaving his shadow as he goes by.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
This poem tells the story of a war veteran who life has hit hard after the war.
My little Girka girl from Konni,
Standing afar off North.

The communing of the spirits,

Telling the rituals of old,

Bringing it's teachings to life,

Portraying the royal Court's beauty,

Giving an offering to Bòòríí,

Presenting the culture of old.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
The Ancients is a poem that is talking about the Bòòríí tradition that was practiced in the Northwen part of Nigeria.
The pain
The love
The misery
The tears

I weep at your exit
They say love is blind
I say love is heartless,
Finding victims of the heart.

My first love
My first heart
Our meeting on a train to Berlin,
Like beauty and the beast.

My one true love
Your tender touch,
A making of heaven on Earth,
Sending lovely moans down my spine.

Our hearts beating as one,
Though I witnessed your betrayal.
Your pretence daggered my heart,
Like the subterfuge of the Greeks.

You came innocently,
Yet Sinon was your name.
You ensorcelled me
I fell like a pack of cards

Your love weakened my soul,
Bringing disruption my way.
Behold the pain you caused
I look on plotting my revenge

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Sinon talks about a person who was betrayed by their first love.
By the train tracks she stood
Beauty like no other
An uncovering of a pure soul
Priceless jewel of the night

I found you
My early morning gold
Your heart
An immeasurable value

What a beauty
A gift for my happiness
Your wonderful splendor
A bringer of everyday's delight

I have encountered wonder
A feeling I wish to stay
My angel from above
You are my one true happiness

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
This poem speaks of a person who encountered love by the train tracks.
She cometh from afar,
Chanting words of magic.
Singing beautiful songs
Calling out to the spirits

Her powers so glaring
Her voodoo doll by the window
The crystal ball of life
Cards of the future laid in the table

Looking into her eyes,
Seeing the communing of the spirits.
The owl on her roof,
Making scary sounds welcoming the spirits.

Piercing into my soul
A telling of the past and the present
Her reading of fortunes
A telling of the future

The enchantment in the room
The conjuring of spirits
Her performance of black magic
A force of good and evil

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
This poem describes a voodoo gypsy.
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