Ewuyemi - Her face like glass: the scent of almond trees

Reuben S Ewuyemi AuthorHouse 1663 Liberty Drive Bloomington, IN 47403 www.authorhouse.com Phone: 1-800-839-8640 2012 by Reuben S Ewuyemi. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author. Published by AuthorHouse 07/26/2012 ISBN: 978-1-4772-1522-7 (sc) ISBN: 978-1-4772-1523-4 (e) Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,
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The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them. Contents Its time for refreshment The words are falling The ground is wet Brown leaves absorbing The dry ones cell They are budding All fruits are smoking Intoxicating, From the gilt of its garment And Its time to bud My heart had once shouted At your coming in the light Surely, this is the rising of the sun The beginning of happiness You must be the wind that blew The day that hero configured beauty And now you have the face of peace Entwined with the charming colour of Mozambique Im dazed by the spark in your eye Ill seek its dew to fall on me There is a world afar A world I cherish and feel to see There is a world priceless that beats my heart And my heart beats and my heart beats There is a world outside my world A world I wish should be meshed to mine There is a world that is carefree of me And my heart sinks and my heart sinks You are the world queen of Sheba That beats my heart and sinks my heart. I love your chocolate voice Magdalene My queen I love your flag The banner in your eye Your high I love you your smile Magdalene My queen I love your light The beat of your heart Your sigh I love em your cocoanut legs Magdalene My queen I love your art The set of your tease Your hi Your silence Camera Smoothens her face Brightens it like a baby Yeah I mean a newborn baby saturated With peace Camera Straightens her thin long legs Like a healthy Long well watered Trees Camera Blends her look Sets her on fire Like a well decorated Italian wall You look like an angel out of sort Yeah mean A real angel Making up in your mini-multi coloured skirt Your eyes helped you To see me winning the emotions of a lady The one I love My feet had run to her For her heart The sweat of my thoughts Had toiled to open the door Of her love and you At your leisure Would glance at me I deserved to be tired of winning gold I got to win the love In her heart to my heart. Vic-tory is ripe Vic-tory is pride At least I can now Survived the hard a task Of subtle thought The talking between sigh Underlining context Getting the meaning within a look Decoding structures O my God I am tired of love. Late last night Within my arms She laid With all her life Taking me home With her whole world I was lightened Delighted Ready to born Cause am a bit Inflammable And I can born I can explode All her life. Sometimes I am silent If could hear a word From your mouth In my heart Or the beat of your heart From away Or the knock of your steps In my being All that I think I need is Just a sound From you.

I caught cold Or love Or something In my heart Sitting In my mind Wheeling me To you I was Surely I was In a storm Yesternight But the sea smiles At me When I know That With you I can runaway. I will pass you A feeble hissing of silence To be gentle In this your golden age You wasted enough Of passing word Walking sense Idle knowledge To your outlook She came in Into your heart And the year the next she left It seems so The goodness of your soul Had gone with ease You look drawn Empty Your barrel sounded loud Your foundations jostled You are exposed. I felt the pulse of your heart Dropped under the fever of love I saw you lowly needing peace That eloped through the chimney of love The condition of your weather Deteriorates when singing songs of love All the wishes conjured in love-spirit Clove to the propeller of jilt True-love truly does exist Where a hero can die for love. But In this modern world of cake and machine I bet you never really can tell. Everlasting Colour Walks across the globe Your everlasting steps Had left me dreaming Of suspecting the love That waters me Your everlasting voice Rings train through me On my thinking bed Your everlasting word Had done nothing But pulling me To the exorbitant place Poise will take me To where my heart Has never really wanted to go You look killing Making one panting At the I have had enough of sugar I desired nothing Than your exorbitant poise Burning The infecting fire of love She once not long ago swear Will never coat her fertile heart But today she caught the thoughts Of your smiles Germinating uncouth In the part of her Hands could not reach For she would have plucked the wayward thing Out of her mind Like the poet who wrote The least I ever wanted to hear is I love you more and more. Wink gently gently at me Prancing gal Wink softly Into my timid heart Wink with the love lifted From your beauty The handiwork of your mother Her faith Her virtues Wink the sifted love Into my shyness With this Into my tenderness.

The river is no more there Situated around the corner of the city Age has taken it The river we used to bathe Laughing at each others back The river of our childhood The river is become plain A house stood there Just as the sanctuary built of Solomon There now a mosque stood The river is gone It is become plain Age has taken it Twas the river of our childhood. Darkness walking silently like night Across the skies of Ogun Cladding spots-diamond-like apparel Trees hold hand-in-hand with winds Smooching secretly one the other Under the canopy of the night I think one twisted the hair of the other Because I saw a leaf fell Lightning and thunder arriving together Their voices exchanges pleasantries The rain was mentioned among them These are the newcomers to the scene. The Moon Lightens our rooms more Than the artificial light discovered by faraday The Moon Stretches her hands by night Into our rooms Walking my shadow upon our wall The moon Standing between the heavens And the earth Conquers the night The moon Conquers our African night The moon Captures the wicked Slugs their legs against the tall African trees The moon Watches for the wise. A city lying quiet No cry no chirp no wail No voices railing curses Nor any man born of a woman murmuring, But the city looks down and deep Birds flying over and calm The wind speaks not The trees gaze without a voice Buildings seated soundly on their foundations The sun presided over all A city clothed with tranquility and ease No route for vehicles here Maybe they could have brought the cause To break the bliss. The songs rolled and the drums rattled They unwound eccentric fuse of sounds Men rocked craze to the drums Raring legs came wild to gyrate Where dancers dance their dance If unfolded on the spot untarred The streets were sweet to see Fiery festival of fantasy galore in-play Onlookers mind aflame with mine Each beats atoned their burden to part They did with tom-tom, castanets and flutes of old So we like villagers we stood to stare. Wasteland, weird land, land looking wild Broken glasses, bottles, dirty children.

Children sporting stainless pants like satin Playing, throwing sands and rolling tyres Or anything round that could be rolled On grasses,on plain ground, on dying grasses. Children, dirty-looking children entangled Fighting kung-fu like Bruce Lee Kicking, jumping high and landing. Children, dirty little children engaging In boxing,weightlifting and laughing Of us the children on this spot None born there was with silver spoon. I passed these roads million times before I know the course of this neighbourhood My legs got firmed on their streets I spent their waters. I grew I took these roads several years before I hoot like a child on their streets My heart formed in this neighbourhood I trudged their schools. I read They were calling me my name My face was their hard acquaintance Have you been to the west? You bought a new look.