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Mudane path is a poem that illustrate the frutility of man journey on earth. How he strive for vanity and Nothingness. Admist this the poet personnel seeks some moments of ease through the strife but was still refused. We live today and every other  To contend for what is, which isn't always what is. We paddle our boat rigorously To get off shore  but rumbles and quake made us yet unsure. We brave the plough tilling the field.  Ten decades years is gone  Yet we are unfulfilled. The days we toiled the earth are infinite Yet she refuse to give us her breast to milk. Kennypen©2023 Read more

"This is hope" is a poem that acknowledges the birth and death of Jesus Christ. Most significantly the purpose of Christ on earth, which is: to bring us back to the father.  She was in her closet Listening to the charming song of birds, When the light came. Blessed are you among women was the first call  Followed was blessed of her womb. For faith sake was the birth acknowledged Mother Mary milk the child;  Mother Mary gave us hope. Hope rose in age  guide us through league of doubts. Hope gift us touch Illuminating our paths  Hope gave us life and laid down his  Hope makes us known to the Father  Father Made us His; through Hope. ©KennyPen ✍🏿2022. Read more

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"Ademi Adetoun" is a poem that literary tell tales of a wailing child who lost his play mate to what he later realized to be death. Although, it's difficult to accept the fact that his beloved friend is gone, he still seek peaceful voyage for the said friend and end to all his friend's suffering. Ademi the sun just went down Won't you come out and play with me? Ademi if you won't reply, just tell me. What your take? my heart or my pound. You've never rejected my calls Why would you do so now? Ademi the moon is up Won't you still play Ekunmeran with me? Shade has been a great companion to me. She wants you out in the wood usurp Ademi don't leave me in this cold night. Shade is barking my name now! Ademi see even Bunmi is here She is barking and biting each of her fingers Gnashing her teeth as the dam in her eyes crumbled down releasing all the flood it has been withholding. Osupa won't visit our land with brilliancy anymore And y...

  Have you ever dream of a brighter day, but wave it out because of how illusionary it feels? "Invincible dream" similar to this is a poem that portray a highly spirited persona who have to let go of his gigantic dream, because of the compelling force of a society which only acknowledges people of Timber and calibre . I have a dream of being a leader, who leads the blind to comfort, A fortress of hope, joy and satisfaction. All these are illusions, aren't they? I have a dream of being a leader, That places his followers as major priority, A Gilgal of hope and comforts. I think it's beyond my scope, isn't it? A leader I dreamt to be is a spirited one, A leader who despite his backdrop gives everything. A leader who looks beyond the present, one who has a clear vision of the future. But am I permitted to dream under this cloudless sky? Will that not be counted as rebel? when the scroll of power tends to be with the sons of portfolios. who sees us the populace as Go...

Dear Life, Please be fair to me. I have toiled the bittersweet part of you. A hundred and ninety score weeks have I walked you,  please, grant me progress. From cradle, your harshness makes me burst eardrums; Earthlings wouldn't have appreciated my coming Without shattering their eardrums. Though, You sealed my tongue until 3 decade months. You dealt with me so much so that nothing but tears Can get me all I want. As an adolescent, my tears became obnoxious Earthlings panic no more when I tear down my voice box They exchange my plead with increased hardship Here I was confused about how to tell of my suffering Mr Therapy seems to be the way. But Mama and papa only want to heed to their purse. Many a time I succumbed to crumbs. Yet at last, youth came, Ah! My first stance was to backdate. But You reluctantly stood your ground and pressed on me. You gave me the best of you. Is this not enough? have you become so cruel that small pleasure is so a hard gift to unle...