When you see a poet You see life at its best He understands nature better than the first man He sees the soul of all living, and inanimate His language is love and his voice is the ink His friends are his thoughts and a pen between his fingers. When you see a poet You … Continue reading When you see a Poet
Poets are murderers Yes we are. We are teachers of the ultimate truth We enlighten the universe of the foundation of life We teach them love With sweet tongues we forge our words Making them into beautiful sounds for the ears And pleasant sight to the eyes. We feed their hearts with fantasies and pleasant … Continue reading Poets are murderers
My beautiful princess, that sheen and caramel-skinned sister whose face is ever stunning and alluring. I began to look for a spot on her face but fortunately I found none. I became afraid afterwards, because I believe only angels and some heavenly creatures are spotless (Yay!! I have seen some in my dreams) . She … Continue reading Princess Agbaje, That Sweet Sister Who Is A Ravishing Paragon Of Beauty: By Agbaje Ayomide.
Walk with me This palpitation beat, walk, a little more I have come too far to be messed up by satan Keep standing one foot ahead of another Walk with me Keep standing Only a little further than you were before! Remember how we started this walk Crawling, stumbling then grasping Mama thought it was … Continue reading Walk With Me
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)
THE WAIT I.) Wait for me! Tarry, Mon Diamanté For it’s a long journey- Across jagged rocks of despair- To the oasis of sweats. I am on the roads, At the junction of hearts. I drive in haste But love is a snail. Wait while I come to thee. II.) You must wait- when I … Continue reading The Wait
This is a tale of ponmo. Now ajebutter babes be like “What the Procreation is ponmo?”. I’ll tell you. ponmo is that soft tender cylindrically rolled piece of meat that resembles a roll of sausage without beef. That is if you buy a perfect one (which is very unlikely in Nigeria today). Ponmo is simply … Continue reading Ponmo Parole
Come close! Dont go! Let me feel thy lips Expanding contrasting In and out Wow! A great amusement The constancy of changes A miracle Asexual eukaryote being Amoeba Water thy home A soothing continent you chose Amoeba If me were to be… Amoeba hard to describe… I would marvel men In my daily living enliven … Continue reading Amoeba
Alone, at times I lie back and wonder How God made me an artist with words on paper. The beauty of the load I am born to deliver Remains a mystery, like the Qur’an to a believer. I wonder what was going on in Fuentes’ sense When he said:”Writing is a struggle against silence.” Now … Continue reading Not Just a Poet
Like a predator In search of prey I sought for lines To satisfy my hungry soul Famished of beautiful words With a fulfilled soul I found peace To write and recite this piece Like a hunter Who caught game Now, I ask Do I really write poems? Or, am I just a … Continue reading Do I Really Write Poems?
One day, is this earthly birth they come, With no stars and wise men to herald their arrival, These men no naught of their sacred lives Or most kings like Herod would dare. One day, nature bids them a wordy welcome, And rich blessings of countless proverbs pour, Until … Continue reading Poets Have Got Nine Lives
You’d never know it’s lonely, ‘Til you hold my brazen pen You’d write a tender line, Her emotions will prattle by Happy poems may come freely The sad ones will befriend your pen ‘Til your readers cry silly Sing a lullaby with sonnets Compose endless soul cantatas You’d spread your ambiguous words Make … Continue reading A Poet’s Loneliness
Oh! Lovely poet of the highest order You who do employ rhyme schemes and order You made us men our minds your paper And your words in us spirits that shower You laid your thoughts as our inks in our hearts And by your first utterance taught us these arts And governed our pens in … Continue reading Poet Of Highest Order