My Poetry Diary

Those eyes I saw, Held me nigh like a crystal ball; O’ Mirror, Mirror thou watching the world; I know already she is the prettiest of all! So succulent, So raw! Wildly enticing, I wanted more. But I knew those eyes I saw; Thou a goddess basking by the shore, Entangled thou bid me to thy eyes; slowly I met at thy flirty stare; Thy magical voice is a fire and an ice; Thou so seductive, thou so rare; Those eyes burns like the sun; I seek thy heartbeats, I found none; In thy grasps the flesh heaved to spun; Awestruck, thy webbed arrogantly won. Those eyes; O’  Näkk  they cunningly stuns; Thou so seductive, thou so rare; Thine hypnotic murmur wantonly burns; O’ charmer of the lakes, thou with snowy flaming hair, Thy charms had me wantonly in thy snare; In a quicksand I dare fight not in thy lair. By the river in thy abode I knew where, Those eyes I saw are magical, I swear. Gafar Odubote, “Eyes of Näkk”, copyright 2019

The accuser of the brethren came stealthily with scythe and dye, Bow now! he said with this breath of ash, Alas! He struck and the wheat bleeds crimson and die, And thro’ the dye he faked wounded with a slash; The wheat stooped but deeply rooted with the tide, The crucifer grinned and climaxed in front of the sire; He accused again with a flirty wind of pride; Let’s burn his stalk, he said with a fire; The Sire nodded and said not in my eyes; The leaves are yours but the root is not for thee; The wheat heaved to the opinion of the wise,  Mother Earth whispered, ‘i will nurture thine fibrous feet to a tree’, The sage pleaded for a truce and not much. Howbeit thou bury a dust on the urge at thy please? Gloatingly he strutted, and that’s the end of such. For eternity, the tree is at bliss. Gafar Odubote, “the accuser and the Wheat”, copyright 2019

O' beautiful morning breeze, sated in thee; Thou my lover, a pure magic indeed; A little more sunshine and tidings will be, This is pure magic, like the Nordic singing bee; At such a time when paradise is far, The youth at its prime, gazing the star; Alas he said, "what a sight to grope", "To see the star, a pure magic i hope“ O’ what a sight, when the lily wakes and smile, A sight to behold as I breathlessly wait for a while, The petals unfolds to thirst the morning dew; This is pure magic, a magnificent view  But a pure magic i divinely seek, To see Africa radiantly at its peak, Only love and unity and no parasite, And the environment is clean like a paradise Gafar Odubote, “this is pure magic”, copyright 2019

She smiles with perfection, like the star; Of happy bright lights adorning the sky, A reflection of all beauties both near and far; So adorable her looks, wantonly high; Her smile I match not, mine a musky tar, Only goddesses have those, a beauteous eyes.  And on the cheek, and o’er that lips, A joyous stream flows, radiating like the sun. So serene so pure, captivating to a grip; So divine, so bright, charming to a stun, The smile softly beckons and all hearts skipped, Deeper in love, what a smile has done. On her face erupts with the brightest smile, Like the daffodils blossom in spring time, A reminder of the solemn moment on the aisle, Creates in me a symphony and a rhyme, Shrinking Lagos traffic to less a mile, Howbeit it took me such a while, Gafar Odubote, “She Smiles with Perfection”, copyright 2019

I summon thee my voice, From the crevices of the thorns, Break free and forth from the weedy noise, Those from the clansmen jealousy drums; O’ what a dissonance their blabbering uttered; O’ voice Come forth with thy ethereal melody, Thou as horned from the ancestors alter, Let thy sweetness conquer their greed and parody, Flow with thy pure magic and healing balm, Like the symphony of angels voice, Heal my clan with thy rhythmic psalms, I summon thee my voice. Gafar Odubote, “I summon thee my voice”, copyright 2019