My Poetry Diary

Play it back, show me those moments lost; Not of the darkest losses or those scornful years; In this silent yard where some fleshes has been to dust; Some alive has gone buried in fear ; Life is to live, only for a brief;  Wantonly full for those liberal with wit, Dust thou art, when thou returnest don’t grief, Hence a sunset at the wooden box in the pit; Many times in slumber, asleep like a lost soul, But thou In eternal slumber, six feet away in the unfathomable realm; Bounded by brotherhood; now severed at the crossroad, As the soil upheaved we wailed in whelm; Life is but an empty space adrift; Though voided with shouts and untimely climaxes; The air, The flesh; is just another makeshift; While on this side; I plead take all the fantasies; If thou could, wholeheartedly stay burnt in the sun, Fly the clouds like the birds in summer, Both the sunrise and set would be thy rhythm and song, Though the end knocks - life is just as normal.

It was a clear blue sky; The day of my tiny first cry; Though it was a silent darkly night; But the sky was unusually bright; Sparkling was the lonely star; Afar off at a glance so far; Wantonly in pain, swam the crimson flood; At two arms apart; So leaped from the dripping blood; Alas, this moment the softness of the tide; Battles with the roar of the joyous pride; Today in this white I humbly slay; At the end; in this white I will eternally lay; As this flesh wantonly groves it’s birthday; So as the spirit awakens beyond deathday; This is my prayer as I traverse this road; For a tender blue sky for the meek and bold; A beautiful love that’s true and deep; And a soft earth to rest when time to sleep. (Written on my birthday: 13.09.18) Gafar Odubote, “First Cry”, copyright 2018 ​

My bosom kinsmen just came from dead, He brought a tiding from the underworld beneath, Alas! Their world is full and over-populated, “All these tender souls are not from Death; What a despair, what a shame! Their ghosts came with empty skulls and gravely wounds, The graveyard swarmed with toddlers from warring zones, Wantonly their lives were so greatly ruined”; So remorseful I am, for the war and strives we caused, So sorry for the trees and birds that died along; The wailings from the plateau still hauntingly bites, From the grave also came the elergy of songs; Sheath all swords and all fighters be still, Break up the guns and let there be peace; Disband your army for the grave is full; Peace is Possible; all conflicts must cease. Gafar Olorunleke Odubote, “A Peace Message from the Dead”, copyright 2018

I will sleep now and day-walk among the stars, The only two giant lights at two arms apart, One dwell within here and the other at mars, This is the field of Gaffy where heaven attracts, Within its wildness lies the gorse and rose alike; Where its fragrance makes the frail becomes golden at heart; Two thousand years will I walk this field astride, And dwell within its plain and mystical path, I will traverse here a day before forever, From its aperture will I watch the sun rise, On this field no anguish, shame, whatsoever; At its gate shall we make the final byes; I will sleep now and make symphony with the wind, Amidst the softness of the grass and trees, While the birds, the beasts and the cricket sings, On this field I am eternally free. Gafar Odubote, “Field of Gaffy”, copyright 2018

I heard the summon, The sound was tiny and strong; I found myself in the abyss; So I drift along, So black as the pit, My ears flaps like the hare, its thickness fiercely bites, So I heard the clicking snare; The gods provoked, While Clansmen despaired; The rulers stole again from the coffers, The gods declared! Three cowries were amiss; Of a bone, brass and brick; Their lips left of the crimson stains, Dwindling light, so gone the wick. #writersofinstagram #poetry #poem #olorunlekepoems #writerscommunity

Àpęę jęùn ki ję ibàję, Sùgbọn ilę sù lọ, ò súù lọ, Kini a ò sè bí ònję bá pę dé, Àriśé làrikà, Sùgbọn ęmi lè bọ, Baba ęni à má wipè, Bí ò pę tìtí, àléjò á dì ònilé, Sùgbọn áwọn ònìlúù tí mù ilę dì ọwọń, Ìbáwò ńàá ńí á ó dì ónílé? Ę tù'jù kàá, Ìjá dòpíń, ógúń ti tán, Dię dię lèkù ńjáwọ, Díę díę lęyę ńmù ọsáń, A ò mọyi Ọlọrùn yiò sè, Ni Kò ję ka binù kú, Isę ọwọ ęni lò mù ni làá, Ilę súù lọ, Igbá dìę nàâ la'ò kù A ki walę fùn adię ję, Ajùmọbi ò kan ti àrùn, Ki àlápá mù àpá rę lè, . (Poem: "ilę sù lọ" - by #olorunlekepoems ) #poetry #poem #yoruba #yorubapoetry #yorubapoem  #tales

To the west of river Niger and not so far; A fairy town prevails and mightily thrives; On this land, the britons barely sire; Only when they came with Maxim and treacherous knives; Unfaltering the goddess stands; Legions of dictators choked Yemoyi with powder; This the goddess detests and they got the lands; The wailing strings spanned at imagbon louder; (Ode to Ijebu Ancestors... to be continued #poetry #poem #poems #epic #poetsofinstagram #olorunlekepoems #africa

Lost like a feather in desert wind, Till I found my symphony in thy eyes, With those wild smiles I found my way home; Into thine arms, in love I rise; For if this day end before eternity; Or If eternity never comes with thy sparks; I will hold the sun and delve into immortality; To remain by thy side beyond the tides and darks; For if this day end before eternity; One moment again I will ask every night; With thee... O’ only with thee; Before I melt away like a candle in the light; Gafar Olorunleke Odubote, “If Eternity Never Comes” : A poem for Agbeke - my Wife, copyright 2018