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Over the flat straw grass
following the trees
now on the track...
directly ahead of me,
Over twigs and burnt grass
swirling...
Now at the direct stretch
of part at the intersection
were several points converge
toward the part
were the wild eve could not go...
our legs took us
stepping over cow thuds
humming with jewel green flies
I accept the triumph
the usefulness of a sacrifice
by people so poor
from all the farms
and small holdings
I accepted the triumph
stick sticky with cattle dips
I stand dreamily
for a moment
hearing the drummers
strike the sky
for all the beauty
that are here for me

The poem "Over The Flat Straw Grass"
from the book Over The Flat Straw Grass
Urdeen Sylvester Omosun
a deaf poet born in Edo State, Nigeria

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The Night

I saw the moon dripping with the
Tender juices of the hot summer night,

Dark and ominous, yet sensual,
Like an undiscovered black rose.

The air, filled with every touch, smell and
Sound that has ever been known is taut with passion.

The hot breath of the darkness engulfs the senses,
Giving rise to a boundless Eros.

The night, groaning in baritone, elicits a longing
Only unchained secrets and desires can allay.

The dim light from above introduces shadows that
Dance with the erotic play that unfolds.

Steeped in nocturnal emotions, unbridled
Instincts burst forth unchecked.

The darkness caresses the skin and in an
Instant ecstasy is born.

Pittershawn Palmer.
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THE HOME

True artist are said to study
what counts to them,
the joy of reading such art
is like seeing through
the eye of someone else
who have seem in a way
you have not seen,
the African people count
on such a writers art
to tell them about
an experience in a world
they live in but had not
completely understood.
Because centered on their
differences and their place of origin,
the writer as a physical being
has the same influences
that conditioned us
and in turn help to shape us,

Omosun Sylvester Nurudeen

THE EYES

If I could see for a second
through your eyes
when you are speaking quietly to me,
and to everyone around,
saying that I am everything to you.

If I could see for a second
through the mothers' eyes
when they are sending their sons
to fight on the battlefields
for stupid reasons.

If I could see for a second
with the eyes of the thousands and millions
of barefooted, starving children,
the homeless, ill, handicapped,
and those who are discriminated against.

I don't know if it makes sense
to exist after the veils
of the truth are removed
in this cold, selfish, merciless,
and absurd world we live in.

So, should I continue to breathe
and be an ignorant blind bastard
like so many of us, or should I
contribute to the radical changes that lie ahead?

I am disgusted
by the ignorant, selfish, blind, greedy
bastards who rule the world with evil.
I am angry at them. Aren�t you?

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