My Poetry Diary

O' saxophone , I tune to thy name Thy voice unwind in me, The uplifting of thy reign Thou has been from ages, Thy golden chest we pressed, Thy lip responds to our wavering bids Unmindful of the nails that pierced Thy strings immortalize, Through thy ethereal chords, I will savor thy beauty, Like the arm of the gods Who makes note like thee ? Thou the bravest of sounds In thy meekness we breathe, Thy vocals walks with no bounds Those sounds thou make, It awakens and soothes, Like an opium of the south, Wantonly high to thy hoots Thou calm the deadliest, Thou raise the dreaded O' saxophone ; Without thee am dented . Poem : “O’ Saxophone” by Olorunleke Odubote

Lethal flames, Unholy smoke... Un-toothy gaps, Cancer poked. I had you once, Now I quit, You had me choked; Wantonly to your pit. So enticing, Warmly to my chest; But my lungs shrieked, Next to my dying nest. Michael smokes like a chimney, But yet to sick a day, Now his son and neighbors are dying; From inhaling the lethal hay. The youths of my clan, Never heed to public health call, The Hollywood spirit dictates, Cigarettes shackles and tentacles lures. Though I am fastened to your grate; And my breath heavy and stinks.. Inside me is lonely and black; Yet I quit at my gravestone brinks. Still don't know why I smoke, I had Wrong peers and bad passages, WHO, USAID and JCI preaches; I should have listened to their messages. For you it's never too late, Stop smoking and free from its lust; You can quit, yes you can; Before you and friends turn to dust.