My Poetry Diary

Ólóri ! A beauteous being in a black woolen dress stepping on snowing silkily earth; Thou an European goddess but thy countenance is like of an African birth, Ólòkún the Mother, bestowed thee with unfathomable beauty like the old, Thy resemblance is of Osún, so beautiful and virtuous, as often told; I saw thee in Saaremaa during my feat at the Kuressaare village square; At thy footstool the friars and the gods wantonly swoon and swear; A warrior thou hath, thou command the beasts to bid the commoners' wishes, Thou like Queen Sheba hath command and freely give the finest of earthly riches, Thy eyes in the day are like emerald touches of western witches crystal ball, Within thy grasps are the magical beings that warmly heed to thy call, So mysterious; thou highly revered, beautiful and untouched; Betrothed to the Viking king that made thee a savage crutch; O' Ólóri thy charms inspires and am in love with thee no doubt at first sight; Thou

Mother, my epiphany! My born-day came from thy strength; I celebrate thee, my serendipity! From thy breath; thou a God sent! I remember ! Those bluish smoky eyes; Filled with wooden fire flakes, Also blurry with tears like ice; I know my mother as she wakes; Pretended I laid at bound; She tiptoed away from the mat, She waded at every sound; From the bullying flies and rats; I saw thou in me ! The glimmer of a mere alike; Her smile clutches my being; The only listener to confide; When thou chastised - never mean; Iya Femi is one of a kind; She teaches like mother Teresa With little, she's still humble and kind; I hope to have her forever  I was afraid ! I saw the wrinkles there; It competes with the veins; It begets my unmentionable fear, Little makeup still do the feints, I drank more from thy bosom; Afterwards it sags with pride, O' mother thou is so awesome; Forever am thine child; I am gratefu

Here goes home my cherished September; Three more moons to December, After scores of days or more, I can't remember; Till I'll have back my darling September; I'll tucked myself a lullaby in my torpid blanket, Like vampires hide in decades in caskets; I will sleep the tides over only after it lasted, Till September comes at my door in her magical jacket. Leke Odubote, “September”, copyright 2017

Your Majesty, O' mercy I plead, Harken thy heart, heed my plea; Am just a wandering African breeze, Let me in, lest I freeze. Will thou put me behind those iron bars? I'd spent like eternity on this road by air and far, I've valid papers but is it my skin? Please show mercy and pardon my sin. But I treated thee well when thou was in my home; I gave thee another summer so thou wouldn't feel at lone; With my flesh thou flourished and thrives.. Which our forefathers handsomely paid the price; Your Majesty, O' mercy I plead, Send me back home, from my heart I bleed; My bones ache for African soil and sun; Thou hurt me like a spoil for fun; No wifi, so dark, no one to call; No helper, so dark, few things I saw, My ancestors were fastly shackled to those grates, With smile and bruises; O' what a fate! O'My clansmen, you all have forsaken me, I emailed, I called, my government rejected me; What a fate, a lo

Faraway in Harjumaa, the sun broke fast and new, It stares at me from little gaps in wood, I sauntered through with my legs dipped in dew, This reminds of English folklore called Robin Hood; Ne'er seen such a beatitude in a day, (Tho' they had me packed before night-time) Not such greens in my erstwhile stay; But this little is enough for a lifetime; I grimaced in queer at the autumn air, Searching for the gods that made here abode; In between the woods, I saw a dear; This must be the spirit that upholds... ... the lair; With my little feet, I tiptoed and crawled, I saw glitters and another doe in awe, Maybe I've seen a Viikingnite Küla demigod; It gazed at me with tender warmth; I drank from its brook with the ancient horn, A Harjumaa demigod has met an African god; After some ethereal moments it was all gone, Me, Tallinn and Harjumaa now share a common bond; (Written during my short stay in Saula Village, Harjumaa

Mother Earth;  The climate now chokes;  Thou that make the green thy pillow; It's all gone and touched by folks, Thy sanctuary has been disintegrated; Now we are plagued by flood;  Thou is meant to sleep in peace; But my people especially my clansmen now claims god; My ancestors saw thy abode in the forests and the plains; Thou is meant to sleep to uphold the soil; Our diggers and dredgers have crushed thy skull; Now they will reap their spoils; War has ravaged the land; Peace is being drained out of the atmosphere; But some people think thou hath asleep; They are ignorant of thy departure from their hemisphere. (The image of the sleeping goddess at the Lost Gardens of Heligan, England. The Gardens were created by members of the Cornish Tremayne family, over a period from the mid-18th century up to the beginning of the 20th century, and still form part of the family’s Heligan estate. The gardens were negle

My teacher told me to always dream, Am a good listener; yes I do ! I kept sleeping; until I missed the gleams I tarry a while and I missed that too, With the tide and dark I dream, I seek the light amidst the obscurity of the dusk; Weary, dry and weary it seems, Kinsmen raped the field to a dwindling husk Awake now I walk; but blurry I see, Steadily like a babe, I will make my feet; Now I find my strength in my subtle SEA Scars turned stars, arise from your perceptive pit; Leke Odubote, “Sleepless dream, copyright 2017

SEA, Thou came to me like the fresh morning light of a summer and I sob; It caught me amidst adulthood and I panicked like a bird in fright; Fatherhood ensnares; a falsehood taught at my downtown pub; Howbeit a jewel spring forth in my abode and make the darkness bright; Perhaps thy beauteous mind has singled me out... When thou came to me like rainfall in a desert that becomes a SEA and i smile, Now awestruck; I want thee no doubt; As I basked in thy innocence like an immersion of saints in river Nile; With the softness of thy waggling feet; I startled and I love at first sight; O' Cherubs and Seraphs I beseech thee and I fervently pray, Make thine eyes keenly on my jewel both in the darkness of the day and night; To my young lion my SEA; Happy 2nd birthday. (A poem written to celebrate SEA’s 2nd year birthday in August 2017) Gafar Odubote, “My daughter SEA”, copyright 2017

This day I came forth from the immerser, Evolved I became from a molten salt; Breathless, ageless... deeply was the hole; Am I still here ? with this flesh severely burnt!... It's cerebrospinal upholds like the incense of the wilderness, Like those our ancestors used to wade and bade; Whenever the flesh sought the lust consummating its sanity, For this now I seek atonement before I fade.. Beyond the line that the lights have shone not too bright; Hollowed... burrowed Neither the Wherewithal for the wages of sin I could bear; Nor the stomach for the mourning of the venerable sages in their lair, The remorseless soul wantonly contented with the fear; Is this how repentance feel? Where thou the feeling of elation that called loudly from the space of oblivion? Is this what Agogo-Ija the fearless of my clan died for? The warrior that made the forest of the gods a dominion. With his spear he bended the knees of the foreign gods, Insatiable, thirst

Their chaos has drawn farther to the dark, In its embrace, the fallen angels thrive… The acclaimed clerics have fallen to the mark, The almighty cathedral has taken the dive… From their robes came the pungent of death, Empty gloomy eyes pierces like an inferno rays, The hums of chaos came from husky obnoxious breath, Within their grips a wanderer strays in their maze; They came loathly in musty cloaks, A coven of kinsmen of battered souls, Their palms drips of clotted fluid they broke, Will I tag along; O’no… definitely no! Leke Odubote, “The Coven”, copyright 2017

Eleven days after June 12th, So notorious... so unprecedented; The military gaveled and nipped at the bud, Their ravenousness was unleashed after nine days on the leash, The General can't withstand to alienate from being a god, They matched up my street which was dead at a start; My father bellowed "today we must fight"; My mother mellowed "let's hope for the light"; From the window the silhouette of my father lost from sight; "A mere Nitel staff and very far to the center", The burden of memory severely hurts, We rented our clothes and in ashes we laid, The memoir of bullets deafened my thoughts, Our mandate was spewed from us with bandolier, We were just mere pawns in a military manga; We ended the day with my father favorite Fela's song. Eleven days earlier... The day called June 12th... My kinsmen buried their hatches and all rivalries fade; We matched to the barracks with our banners in white,

All it took was your smile, I wonder why I missed it all these while; Perhaps it was that storm that took me adrift, Now am free from those shades of makeshift... That took me farther from their shores; Now am broken and all yours; I sigh.. I muse I wanted you so bad like a booze; But I stopped drinking and became bright, When I met you on Timmy street that night, Stupid me, I was heavy with the smell of ale.. I staggered, halted and couldn't say hi; I was skinny and coarse, So terrible at sight and hoarse, Lost for words, crawled back to the dark; There I was, till you took me back. I am broken and all yours; Filled me up as my redemption pours, Your beauty is as sharp as your flaming eyes, Burn me off from all loneliness that are cold as ice; A single glance was all I need; A single touch from you I plead; I won't hesitate for just a kiss; The softness of your lips would be a bliss; Haunt me further with your flaming ey

Throw more pebbles to the sky and they will come back with a sign; Thousands of infliction can hold not the disconnect... That rattled every fibre of illumination from my eyes though I sigh; Seeing humanity professes over mundane flesh that won't resurrect; Over shackles of misdemeanour that rattles the blood; When hunger strikes were aggravated by empty minds not tables, We taught ourselves the act of wars by acting demons and gods; Can you see beyond the disconnect amidst the blinds and fables?; Not a new breath can immortality bring forth without a dime; The essence of existence is like a leaf to its stalk; That oxygen you breathe may thin out as you climb; The line between life and after may get tangled and you stuck... In between a disconnect of an uncountable archaeological waste; Or lost within inks of conjured spells binding the quills and parchment; Not so symbiotic affair that transpires when the other dies in haste; Can you give a lif

I was summoned to the land of the mountain and cloudy gods; . Those that tamed our clan with a mirror, holy book and the sword; . Their darkness was overwhelmingly thicker than the covens of the black, . They smoke like a chimney to commune with their gods with garlic rods; . At their abode are gloomy angels that stand in ravens cloaks; . Those martyred for the mundane fleshy feat; . From their cleavage flows the source of murky greyish dip that hid the sun; . The darkness is at their horizon, hovering at the tip of every wreath; . I know It beckons... the end of the world, . The apocalypse have sucked out every tiny air with its wooden pipe, . Those pipes that connect our world beyond the path of redemption; . The air is gone, so choked we are yet the harvest of the world is yet to ripe; Poem by Olorunleke Odubote

I heard their loud eerie cry from miles away mixed with crushes of bones and it's sultry damp; . My clansmen were tortured, massacred and wasted with their bodies littered at the cathedral turned mortuary; . If only death had strangled them in their dreams we could've cleansed the land with the blood of the lamb; . If only these were caused by the gods we could have appeased Amadioha and Ógun at its sanctuary; . But they were hounds and scavengers that came at the wake of the dawn to the rise of the sun with their hatchets, gun and knives to steal defenseless souls; . Who will heal the wounds of my clan or bury the fiery dog that relish only the fetus of the saintly virgins that offers prayers at the town's cathedral? . Not the rulers or those at the Aso rock can avert this calamity masterminded to cover their woes ... only God can save my foes !

I'd conquered death  twice with the  blood of the lamb, Death came again  with spikes and  a softy guise, She fleshed up her  bony tail with her  stinging balm, I looked at her  eyes and I said  name your price; "What's your  favourite meal aside  blood and bone?", My blood is bitter  and can't be spilled  even for a pint, "Then what's your  cherished Jewellery  aside skulls and thrones?" So go away,  I am a body of light; I have no grave,  my place is among the  people of scented lips, Dig not the hole  that goes six feet  into the land of the hades, I won't sleep there,  I won't step there, I won't dwell among it's keep; My clansmen please don't go  to an empty grave,  Am not there, I've said this... I won't be in the shadow of  casted beings of death  for thousands years, Where death icy hands  torment the soul

To the leaves at every fall that falls; They melted away and with the wind they swayed; Their chlorophyll became ghost to the stalk in their stalls, Though separated from their stalk but their essence never fade! I stumbled upon death and we conversed thrice lately, A warlord of beauty with undaunted pride, She pounces, pant, and braces stately, Wanting my mortality within its whirl tide, I have no grave within death's abode or beneath; Do not cry for it's emptiness when am gone, My flesh to the dust I humbly bequeath, My leaf has flown with the wind waiting for reborn. (Poem: “Empty Grave 1” by Olorunleke Odubote)

"I heard the whisper that don't cross that line; But I am diversity - I am not bound to a clan; Now becoming a mirage - no longer invited to dine; But l've being here from the early days of man; I know the homes of kings and places of treasures, I bring positive critics to your teams and boards; Within my arms peace is possible and we all know for sure, I bring resonance and symphony with my strings and chords," . "Like an unwanted guest, we chased you out; We left you shattered like a broken mirror reflecting million faces; My clansmen called you names, such as being north, east, west & south; My darling diversity is only here like a bridge to connect us to heavenly places; We sunk your ship beneath the deep sea of time, My nation has forgotten the climax of 1960 and the likes, We crashed your pride like a calabash of slime, Now at your absence different nation strikes, . "We are here, we are one; We are Divers

The beast of the road, so nostalgic a bus; The type painted in yellow before modernisation emerged, The memory of jumping molue now came to me as a rush, At whose entrance the calamity of humanity submerged; Molue once acclaimed lasgidi king of the road, The walking mammon that fumes like Apapa chimney, Within its midst ethnicity mingled with people and load, Molue, the rescuer of the just and lonely… This is another market place on the run, A place to barter your footwear for the fare, Within its midst we trade, party and fun, Only few can challenge the conductors that were mean and dear; In the Molue, robbers dare not prevail, When the anthills dwell among commuters, But beware of the pilferers and pickpockets on the rails, They were the agberos that pretend to be transporters; Molue the envious of its pairs, On whose body tattoos of praises and inspiration engraved, Molue that scares the warders by its stares; The only abode the meek a

To our Girls at the virile north, Taken by the shadow of the grisly hood, Rise up now, from the slavery lot, Break thy shackles made of rope and bamboo wood; Thy flesh has burnt enough for their incense pot, Thy body was violently marked for clansmen food, Make haste and heed, before thou become old and rot; Thy pride has shattered mindlessly and its rude; I call upon the angels of the North, And to the mothers that had suffered and gone, Come now to end the battle you had fought, When at thy infant age you became used as porn, The scavengers are still on rampage like they sought, Coming after our girls to melt their sun, Our Girls are crying and they are the only ones we got, They are marred our Girls for the sake of fun, Are thou not the sunshine of savanna? Now darkened by the tints of blood and bile, Thy vocal dare not call the sound of hosanna, When thy throat aches to be quenched from a nearby Nile, I raise my horn to the daughters

BVA : I could feel his hands caress my skin softly while I reminisced in the days leading up to this. OGO : Those were like the days when the sunshine sparkles stardust to our eyes and we teased. BVA : He whispered that Lights would guide you home and ignite your bones. And i will try to fix you. OGO : She took my breath away with her stance that shook my sanity, till I had no clue. BVA : I know it’s really clichéd but he’s got a smile that can light up a room and fill your heart with warmth. OGO : From afar I know she is hot. Like a fire am burning with her amber eyes till I became ashes and burnt. BVA : My lips curled as he whispered those words into my ears as we laid there tangled in each other. OGO : With my dying breath I wrapped my arms round her tiny waist; and she whispered to me that am her soldier. BVA : Right now all I wanted was to look into the eyes of the one person that i cared about, not a skype video, to tell him he was my world

Darkness beckons, rustling with the night, Soothingly it soothes, like a symphony; Dusts we are, moulded in the light; Immortality is far, yet it comes like an harmony.. When the music of nature resonates at its youth; The inevitable clicks  with every full moon, Forgetfulness knocks heavily till the time cease and mute, Dust as we are, the end may come soon; The squares are full of spirits that are lost; The gravity clings them to the ground for their deeds, Darkness played an harmony that made them to dust, Separated they are, within the dark they feed; Feeding on the discordant of our society as it grows like blight, Those on the rock hid away the wind and rain;- Those two vitalities that brings to town every tiny rays of light, The inevitable further clicks and all is vanity and vain, Darkness hovers and gathers to choke the land of its essence, Decaying and gray, the ground calls harder with its thrust; The law of cause and effect ha

A beauty I beheld on a secluded street, Where the foundation of the first church was laid, The sepulchre of kingship stood in its midst, The fairies at night hovers at its lake, Within its core stood the throne of the first, Where the queen of the stars found its rest, The key to her abode was in the oblivion of the tide, Only the spirit that follows the season can be a guide, Aderonke the heir of the southern god, A seraph that dwells before the Elysian Lord, Thy crown was forged with jasper and dragon breath, Thou the embodiment of beauty and unfettered strength, The quest was like the stars those three wise men seek, The path to thy footstool only reveals to the strong but meek, There are fallen angels like Herod on this pathway to truth, Conquer the principalities with the sonority from thy flute, Let the stars guide thee to the cave of keys, At its epicentre thou will see the traces of its  glimpse, Be weary of its keeper they stings like