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Youthfulness and some other poems.

       
  YOUTHFULNESS
   
  My mother tells of your
  tale
  In the forest of
  strength 
  You step with vibrancy
  You act spontaneously
  Like the Iroko you
  dream bigger
  But season and time
  weakens you
  Your intellect swayed
  in competition
  Like now you begin
  again...
   
  You scars retells your
  tale
  Of regrets and
  success
  Your Youthfulness
  Speaks
  With joy and pain
  Just like you are
  tender and wild
  Your guest of knowledge
  Expand your chances
  And all in the speed of
  now...
   
  I am young am right
  Am youthful am hopeful
  In spiral of time
  I fade and fight to
  unfade
  Like the elephant i
  dare all
  But all dares me not
  I am yesterday in you
  today
  In vigor i strive on...
 
   
   
  COPYRIGHT
  TIM TAIWO ADEBAYO
  2010.
   
 



 



 



 
  MOMENTS
   
  GOOD…….. BAD……. UGLY
  Oh! That I may love thee that I
  may hold their hands in dawn and dusk with my head fixed in the grip of my
  hands to a bait the swollen syndrome, feel the warmth and cool in between
  thee like a luxury seeker feels the sandy shore by the ocean bank in
  admiration blending his fantasies and realities into a perfect shape.
  Oh! I remember, I was told at the
  seventh day school that this globe tilts.
  Some days demand you to outfits
  them while some beckons you, please1 out play me, but some simply dare you to
  out test them.
  Oh! Now I see clearly … seasons
  come and go. Here comes the season of abundance, where men merry more than
  Mary the blessed virgin where smiles are worn more constantly than clothes.
  The heart, in peace with ease.
  Our worries already a cargo on the
  lorries to Congo.
  Laughter competes with the pace of
  breath oh! Good season, who had blessed me with thee? Please stay, I will
  decorate a large room in my heart for you, please don’t pay rent age, I love
  you! Kiss me, caress me, inhabit me am yours.
  Sweet are your touches, gentle are
  your words. Oh! Master good, with you beautiful is life.
  Oh! Bo0gone from me! You whims
  leave tears. You sweep joy off sight. My frees don’t bear fruits Oh! My soul
  courses you! Season. My heart is heavy and anguish, my ever present friend.
  Oh! Begun, my soul despise thee be
  gone, into the distant hand. I could run but I’ve crippled me.
  Loose my spirit ye season. I am no
  me I dare to exhale yet they say you make me stronger.
  I’ve bribed the clock tick faster,
  yet a minute seem to take extremity.
  How long will you stay, I’ve eaten
  me deep so, deep, truly deep leaving me with no memories, I am buried in
  solitude, who will save, Yes! Save me from this season of day called BAD.
 Oh! This globe still tilting. All
  things oncoming and broken.
  All things worn out an old. the
  cry of the child by roadway , the creek of a lumbering cart, the wrong of
 unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told I hunger build them genuine
  and fit on a green knoll apart, with the earth and the sky and the water,
  remade, like a casket of gold for my dreams – oh! Long will this moment of
  shamble reign over me – life is a more – grill, not all good, not all bad and
  not all ugly, in phases we live and in phases we will die. It’s beautiful to
  live through phases.
   
  Copy right 2008
  Composed by Tim tawio Ade Bayo
   
   
  MY
  EXPRESSION MY EXPECTATION
  A Condition from my heart it Shown
  in our action it could be in form of spoken it’s a feeling that depth your
  state of mind whether happy or sad my expression tells what is happening to
  me. My expectation is my believe, My discipline or my way of life, My expression
  show my present state of mind, My expectation show What am think about the
  future. My expectation deals with ideas, option and feeling.
  My expectation is my hope of
  things to come and my expectation is hidden in my expression. My expression
  shows my character and my attitude to a thing that is born in my expression.
  Leave it as it’s as my expression is my action, my expectation is in my hope.
  You cannot expect ‘That" which you don’t desire. You form the bed rock
  of your expectation. You can have what you expect and it will be shown your
  expression. You don’t have what you expect as a result of your unbelief and
  doubt. Here is my expectation in expression.
  COPY RIGHT 2OO8
  COMPOSED BY
  TIM TAIWO ADEBAYO
   
   
   
  POWER
  OF IDEAS
  Its
  has been said that ideas rules the world
  Not
  just idea, but Godly ideas
  The
  power of ideas is limitless
  The
  power of ideas is one of the greatest seeds own to this planet
  An
  idea is a deep thought that flows out from within
  All
  ideas are seeds
  And
  all seeds bring forth fruit
  All
  Godly ideas multiply
  It
  flourish and blown
  All
  ideas are in your inside
  Think
  them out and you
  Will
  increase your success in life is tide up
  To
  an idea from within your ideas and seed
  Is
  what create your everlasting harvest
  Don’t
  ever despise your little or small ideas
  God
  does not want our idea to die
  He
  invested our future in does ideas from within you
  I
  have discovered that ideas
  Are
  dreams seed ideas you don’t water
  Will
  soon whether away
  I
  have discovered that innovations/invention
  Are
  once am idea in the mind of is inventor
  A
  seed also a seed in the hand of a farmer when sown
  It
  germinates and grows into ideas and thought are seed
  You
  sown through deep creative thinking
  The
  power of ideas
  Is
  reflective in your action, emotion, character
  It
  will create your desired ideas
  No
  experience is without nothing
  They
  come in your ideas
  Think
  them out
  The
  power of ideas can not be over emphasize
  It’s
  God work in us
  Only
  ideas that are inspired and are based on Godly principle last long
   
  ©
  copyright 2008
  Composed
  by
  Tim
  Taiwo Adebayo
   
   

  FLASH
  BACK
  I
  sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. In action, falsify my dreams, yet
  memory of my dairies cloud me like the prodigal son.
  My
  clothes are toweled with sweet.
  All
  I dare is a recap of my escapades in the drilling rain. Some still had their
  shapes, had their pride with it, while shapeless: others appear.
  All
  the beauties of life sublime days and nights are in matrimony and have vowed
  never to bid me well with ease.
  I
  presently concurrently drive in a circle a lover begotten by a lover. My
  destination wait where I it. Oh I search! What a worthless voyage! Pain
  drains my brain.
  Grains
  sown never half my barn light desired never is sighted.
  Oh!
  These are my dark days.
  Days
  where my eyes cant see the sun days of regression and darted memory wash! My
  image in the wooden box anchors by undertakens.Oh just a memory of my sweet
  days.
  A
  flash back to lean on till my strength resurges.
  A
  flash back of the days of childhood- when love was seemed more than meals
  when knowledge was variable fountain.
  Give
  me back at the speed of light and I will cherish them more than diamonds.
  Be
  cruel not with life. Stain not, my lane further, my path my treasure. Despite
  the pressure I will leisure for some days in full I will catch the glimpse of
  my sweet memories and soar.
  Copy
  right 2008
  Composed
  by Tim tawio Ade Bayo
   
   
   
  MY
  EXPRESSION MY EXPECTATION
  A
  Condition from my heart
  Is
  shown in mine action
  It
  could be in form of spoken word
  It’s
  a feeling that’s depth
  Your
  state of mind
  Whether
  happy or sad
  My
  expression tells
  What
  is happening to me
  My
  expectation my believe
  My
  discipline my way of life
  My
  expression shows my present state of mind
  My
  expectation show what am thinking about the future
  My
  expectation is mine idea, option and feeling
  My
  expectation my hope of things to come
  My
  expectation is hidden in my expression
  My
  expression shows my character and my attitude
  My
  expectation is birth from my expression
  Leave
  it as it is
  My
  expression is my action
  My
  expression is my hope
  You
  cannot expect what you don’t desire
  It
  forms the bedrock of your expectation
  You
  can have what you expect
  You
  can express what you have
  And
  it will show in your expression
  You
  don’t have what you expect
  As
  a result of your unbelief and doubt
  Here
  is my expectation in my expression
   
  © copyright 2008
  Composed by
  Tim Taiwo Adebayo
   
   
   
  WHERE ALL

  Where
  all we do is ripening in pleasure,
  Where
  all we care is cash me in and cash me out,
  Where
  all there be is face in and face out,
  When
  eternity draws its curtain and shade,
  What
  tale would wet the parts we trod?
  What
  truth would sit upon our tomb?
  Where
  all we seek is comfort’s spray and the joy that the sons of pleasure know,
  Where
  vanity becomes our pride and shame thin cover cloth
  When
  reality prevails with double sway
  When
  time pours its moral oil upon our head, seconds speak for minutes, minute
  prevails over hour and marshal the day.
  What
  passion shall our days on earth disclose?
  What
  passion shall resume, when we lay quiet in grave?
  What
  bird shall tell the trees our tale?
  Though
  intelligence, riches and luxury may tenant our days.
  And
  our night be sweeten than the evening wind can tell,
  All
  wishes a reality.
  Yet
  life is vain and having a waste.
  If
  all we do is without a foot print.
  Where
  all we do is ripening in pleasure,
  Where
  all there is wine and dine.
  What
  tale would wet the paths we troll?
  What
  truth would sit upon own tomb?

  Copy
  right 2008
  Composed
  by Tim tawio Ade Bayo
   
 
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