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