My Poetry Diary

I was overly naughty, ... That was in the past; But calmly I still love Truest, I always want them to last; We amused, we rocked... We created a memory, We fought, we sucked... We created a melody; My apology to my ex-lover you know, My apologies to all girls have nailed, I render it with an humble tow; Sorry also for the time and those i tamed. I never played you, I loved once at a time; My apologies are so true, Let's move on and unwind the twine. Poem: “Apology to Ex-Lovers” by Olorunleke Odubote

This night I lay, Among strange eyes, Like thorns, am gray, Swayed by kinsmen lies; Those we voted, Those we boasted, With blood and tears, They marred, no fears. Fingered among peers, For murdering the clan, As I campaigned and dared, Unseated by kinsmen plan. I saw my daughter wept, For the first time I melt, When the heat is unbearable, Through my actions, unforgivable  Once acclaimed the messiah, I swore that they would be far-best, Anointed by people's desires Now in the mud of unyielded harvest My kinsmen are in the house, In the court and government house, They looted without clue, They seated as a lobby sprue  By the gate I stood like Mordecai To bring my kinsman back online, Like Harman they made a battle-cry Seeking the fall of the divine, The balloting has been done, Now my clansmen terribly mourn, Today am summoned but firstly I lay, To be judged for the kinsmen I bailed P oem

Oh my clans men; Why thou afraid of the light ? Why thou against the gospel of my doctrine? You chose the path merely good at thy sight. It's Ringing aloud, Like a church bell Somewhere around, It's end-time and hell, Christ is coming, Girdle up and be re-born, Maybe in the morning Tonight or at dawn, People were in awe; Ceaselessly questioning our faith; "Why thou worship as thus?" They leashed us never beyond their gate, I adorn my unembellished garment, Like the princely Cherubim, My tongue is like a sword of peace, Steadfastly I uphold the glory of seraphim. Seen much of the world, The gospels now fulfilled, Jesus is Lord, Leave behind at its foothill   He is calling That we may repent, He is coming, To save from the serpent. Proudly Cherubim and Seraphim I am, Graciously on a mission bound; Our apparel as white as snow shall glow, Calling to the light as our bell sounds. Poem

Just another day, Night has come, Verily soon I lay,   The day has gone;   But seems am lost,   Mind is hollow,   After this, is dust,   Hard to swallow. Just another circle,   The day is old The silence tackles,   Strange and cold,   The dark knocks,   Spreading his tentacles   What a fear, it shocks   An unsavoury spectacles, Just another night,   O' what a view,   How dark it might   When at its darkest hue,   Rustling and windy,   The unseen stalks,   Emptying and chilly   As the shadow walks, I will trail this path,   Just once, no other,   O' save me from thy wrath,   I shouted, just only mutter. I shed away every shade of darkness, Binding me to its shackles, I illuminate my shadows with light, Within my sight, every touch sparkles. “Strange Path by Olorunleke Odubote”

One more night with thou I will sail, O' Pirate of the land and water; We will sail Through the dark like a whale, Thou that regenerates like an Immortal. Thy reign resonates through the deep, Where thou made abode thy ancient keep, O' Sailor of the far and near, Thy sickles through the ripples it reap, A sage whose foot unroofed the pier  Thou that feast among the beasts, Where can we found thee master of the sea? Amidst war thy valour like inferno we've seen. Captain of the wind, O' the sea god, Thou himself the turbulence and the quake, Thou that ride the sea like the olden Lord, Who can then hold their ships from thy take? The goddess wantonly at thy bequeathed seat, When the sea is like a ground to thy feet; One  more night with thou I will sail, And traverse the world as thy seer, The emblem of skull over bones we hail Till the sea return to its sanity from fear, We shall stir our oars as virile horse; As