My Poetry Diary

So witty a wife, Nostalgic from time past; Like perfectly a sun to life, Thou completely fits my heart; An awesomeness like no other; The virtuous being of its kind, Thy beauty I enviously ponder, How it ruthlessly conquered my mind , Who dare traverse with thee ? Only the bravest, strong and fast; A woman warrior have ever seen, Thou remain a fountain to last .. To last forever and a day A day into eternity, Even if my breath with me should fail; It would wake me with thee in immortality ; ( Poem: “Ethereal Wife” by Olorunleke Odubote )

Adieu  Eugenia The windy sky has ceased to blaze, She left the horizon with a tethering trace, The end deeply rooted below the ground She slipped away forever without a sound Thou was away to the river for a night, Who told the sky not to bear its light? The sky has shredded another shiny star Though sad; I surely know where thou hath, When thou saw the heaven at a glance; In thy spiritual journey like a trance Thou saw its beauty and its jasper stone; So rapturous at the sight of thy brethren Gladstone, Will I now summon thee for a second? The mortal sullenly beckons.. But thou has gone beyond, Far from here, but thou is still young? Let’s unwind through our parchment soul, Thou through thy poems thy lyric glows, A writer, giver and an active citizen, This life is short, all ye please listen, Death came in his sulky trot, Wantonly took Eugenia with the illness plot He wrapped her with an eternity cloak, The inevitable came wit

Hurriedly... Cloths off, Shoes kicked out, About to go rough Not by mouth; How ooo ... I mean a seasonal bout; Only for the night Just for two, Nuptials fight, Never a rule; No No No ... I mean No one can sue; Hurriedly ... Wig off, Skirts askew Hands cuffed, Then blouse breakthrough  No no no ... I mean no rescue Knuckles drawn, Thighs apart, A battle till dawn, Then later a restart, No oo Nuptial fight, pls adapt No legal tussle, This is a war, More like wrestle Spectators only for the wall, No oo ... one or two Those birds on the wall, They overheard the creak, Those noise from the fist, Pounding to the peak The owls may spread the gist Clapping and slapping; (Poem: “Nuptial Fight” by Olorunleke Odubote ) Painting by Vincent Grondin

O’ dirt, thou quicked’d to death, With thy tattered hands and choking smell; Thou has further marred our ailing health, Our town and market square looks like hell O’ dirt, thou a harbinger of sickness, Not you.. I blame my town for rearing thee, They harbor’d thee because of their recklessness While thou feast on their children thou kill, If our town can be clean and pure, Then cholera and malaria would stop; Chase out dirt and long life is sure, Don’t litter… pick every dirt you drop’d Tidy all drainage and those alike, Embrace sanitation as thy clarion call, Make cleanliness thy watch word to abide Teach thy children to obey all hygienic law O’ dirt, thou can no more sojourn here, We’ve cleansed our hands from thy curse, My clansmen and UN has vowed to end thee this year, Before 2030; we would end thee by force (Poem: “Dirt” by Olorunleke Odubote)

My country people lets talk, The earth hurts daily of boredom, Those seasonal guests had deserted her soil, No more trees and wheat, they had long-gone Why cast out your fork and owes? The ground longed for its hair to be combed, Our clan is a friend of the soil not foes, This land has fed us from the days of the old, We are starved… Our breaths are strained, The fruits are scarce Even when it just rained, Our farmland is dry, The stronger has gone to the town, More commuters than food, lets try Farming tagged to the commoners and clowns, Garri refuses to swell, The grains are scanty, O’ we grief Only few for the market to sell, Even when the earth is willing to give Your parents are hungry and old, Your kinsmen are starved still blind, Your children are angry and cold, When their fathers neglected farmland for the mines, This land is fertile and fat, The sky always there to uphold our course, Go back to farming and m

So subtle, So virile, So turbulent yet liberal, Thy tidings is of a better future, But thou has rubbed me off my culture, Tide of the west; Thou the better of the rest, Thou came with iron fist and chain; The heritage thou carted away is our bane, My ancestors religions are lost, My dialect now dead and rust; Our earth has shredded away her treasures, To feed thy games and leisure's, T ide of the west, Thou has taken us far from our nest Our ship now harbor’d on a shallow coast Our tradition to this generation is a ghost; O’ tide of the west , Still thou is the best; Not like such that unguardedly kills, Still I will always choose thee, Can thy tide be gentle and mild? Let it bring more relief to our yuletide, Those rustiness that comes with its breeze, We will ignore and accept thy bliss , (Poem: “Tide of the West” by Olorunleke Odubote)

I remember pelimeseki A lady from medisedeki One of the daughters of zion Having the sheba's beauty of armour Her body was like a throne  Shinning with light like a crystal cone Not of the likes of jezebel and Delilah Their body full of darkness and denial Any virtuous woman among you? The daughters of zion are always few Stop the earthly riches and body lust Youthful skin will get old and turn to dust (Poem: “ pelimeseki ” by Olorunleke Odubote)

An Ode to my father, Thou a god like no other, Thy prowess illuminates like the sun, Sparklingly glad to be thy Son, A young warrior from birth, Thy warship at Imodi-Mosan was berth, An Ijebu-lagos finest of men, With unwavering principles unlike men An Ode to the Lion of my clan, I give homage to him that made me man; Who dare confront thee in the battle of wars? Thou that roars and ride on their corps; Thou sharpened my canine than hunting bone, My bicep wantonly tamed all flaming bows, My father the native jaguar of the hills, Thou that commands the turbulence of the sea, An Ode to a virile and humble lover, An inner muse beyond the armour cover,  Thou the sparkles to my mama's eyes; Through a bond of unconditional ties; My father is not just a gem, He is the finest of men, A priceless reflection of perfection, He wears respect and love as attraction. (Poem: “Ode to my Father” by Olorunleke Odubote)

I quickened to taste, Alas, thou has gone sour I took my parchment in haste, And lay to the foot of those in power Where is our salt? The marrow of our clan, The treasure we never bought, The oil of our land; Why thou sweetened not? Where is thy light? The sect of the Capital has eaten thee raw; They carted them all in a daylight, Our salt, our today The colonials depleted thee to a pint, None to use for our baby on born-days, The democrats now buried all in their pits; Our salt, our future Give us some we are mal-nourished Let us taste their source before rapture, Show me thy pillar, my land seek thee to flourish, Our children were promised to be crowned, But the elders never left the throne, Those  the salt chooses are drowned; The Elders install theirs and only their own, The salt of my land where hath thou? Thou the children of my clan, Spring forth and come to us now, Take thy glory and trample their plans