My Poetry Diary

A beauteous woman I saw, On one of my journey to the north, Her eyes shone so bright like the sun; In her arms I found a forte; On her right hand is a map of beyond; A luminous place for few to savor, Where lovers meet by the Mediterranean pond; Made of an ethereal ink of sacred flavor; On her right feet is a Balearic poem, Made of seven letters and is pure; A poetry only from the goddess realm, How long will I see you, so much to endure? Then her voice came afloat, With a timbre honed by Ibiza honeycomb, So soothing like the sixteenth note, Nostalgic I felt at the homely tone. Gafar Odubote, “Beauteous Woman”, copyright 2019 A poem describing a women of a Spanish decent – from Ibiza – one of the Balearic islands in Spain;  whom the writer met on one of his journey to the north.

It was a magical night, The sky was blue and hot; Your beautiful eyes illuminates the light; With thee, my heart wantonly sought; There I saw thee dance, Twisting softly like a feather in the wind, I couldn’t help but to ask for a chance; To hold thee as thine body swing; In thy rhythms I found my lost song, No hiding, thou so charming strong; Thy movement makes a perfect song, In thy arms I felt no wrong, Thy eyes shone bright like the sun, Sending a glow that’s pure, From thy gaze I thought I would burn, Howbeit it came soothingly as a cure; So soft thy hair like a wool, Thy lips is like the petals of a rose, Under thy pure magic I swoon, So magical while I had you close; With thee, I wish for more magical nights, Where I will find you dance to the moon, I wish for more of those sights, I hope it will come very soon. Gafar Odubote, “Magical Night”, copyright 2019 A poem describing an encounter of a young man with

G: In my dream, A dangerous dream; I found thee in my arms; And I held thee in my arms; A: The dance starts when the plural becomes singular; In the whirlwind of sounds, rhythms and symphony; The whispers of breath and heartbeat becomes unregular; Thy touches brings a perfect harmony; G: Two hearts beating as one; Atoned with an African sun; I saw the stars and the Moon; Reflecting thy beauty and I swooned; A: There are no walls, limits, time or void, No words, No accents, the universe is at pause; There is no hiding in the oldest of languages and all; The universe becomes ours and clouds to us G: I felt thee so real, Thy affection is ethereal, It sparkles more pure energy; Thy body symphony makes a synergy; A: The hearts are naked, Only in the silence of words can the souls truly speak, An affection was created; We dissolved in the moment and now at the peak;  G: It must be the rhythm and blues; So charming how our bod