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Requiem For Death Sweats

Beneath the skin Beneath the lips of my scrawny skin lies a song from dark pores Beneath bridges alone except calm waters Above bridges with wreaths and tired feet stuttering songs mourn a wrath for salt Beyond my skin is peace and a life after death. Sweat Open your lips to songs of old scraggly … Continue reading Requiem For Death Sweats

13 VERSES OF JULY (a Poetic Memior for Wole Soyinka)

For Sir Wole Soyinka on his birthday: I.) Tell us who he is not For who he is- we already know: Of plays and letters The poet, the laureate; Chief Baroka, the cunning old Lion Ake and the Black Orpheus. II.) Tell not of confinements nor trials Of brother Jero: Lagos ’67 or Kaduna ’79 … Continue reading 13 VERSES OF JULY (a Poetic Memior for Wole Soyinka)

Now, You’re Gone

Now you’re gone, I can see clearly And feel the thrusts of new truths Break the hymen of a veiled mind’s eye. These emotions that were suppressed Are waxing strong since you’re now gone. for my sails are spreading out and confidence is catching wind In new truths and wild gusts Notching like gales in … Continue reading Now, You’re Gone

TOMORROW [a Poem]

TOMORROW I.) At dark corners, in silent rooms In warm chambers of chiming hearts Hangs tomorrow- precariously, As cobwebs strung by fate’s spiders Our arms are too short… Tomorrow can’t be touched It must eventually come… Even though tomorrow isn’t death. Today is not today. Today is tomorrow that passed away. We want tomorrow! we … Continue reading TOMORROW [a Poem]

Journey Of The Crooked Path

JOURNEY OF THE CROOKED PATHS In the southern ibid tale There is tinder like flax That neither leaves the hearth cold Nor cooks the broth, as told. The bamboo said “straight is the path” So I sailed straight into your face And was betrayed by smiles That gleams and beckons to the flash But seldom … Continue reading Journey Of The Crooked Path

A Word’s Worth

A WORD’S WORTH I. A story, a tale, a life. II. Your word- a story; Your worth in life. III. In words we trust For money is words; Money: our worth. IV. It’s neither in the flow of lyres Nor velvet vocodes of songs What matters to you breathes the stick, In matters- more important … Continue reading A Word’s Worth

CAN I [Careless Emotions]

CARELESS EMOTIONS * The sinews of my heart are taut again- Will it break? Or slackened into chords of ruptured fibre- Will it hold? My emotions have dissolved into your own- Will I drown? Or sail on perpetual seas of enamored feels- Will the storms pass? Even as I bemoan calm and tide- Will I … Continue reading CAN I [Careless Emotions]