My Poetry Diary

On the eastern shore I perceive the Baltic wind, Elevated with thy touch, thou made my earthly body skinned; Beneath the snow, thy shoals and reefs beckons,  Thou a pure magic my soul wantonly reckons; Wantonly I traverse thine sea on thy butterfly wings; From Saaremaa to Hiiumaa thy magical wand swings; The herring, sprat, cod and flounder wanders in thy shallow; Pure magic thou art in this snowy hallow; On kalamaja’s coast, the fauna sings; The flora blossoms as the butterfly swings; Pure magic thou art, on the fairy anni’s wand; On thy pure spell, thine beauty with an African god wantonly bond; There I was at the sea only few can see, Surrounded by mists and frosty me; At each shutter, a kindhearted made me beamed, On this pure magic the nature humbly streamed. (“At the sea only few can see” … while Kai Kuusik-Greenbaum; a very kindhearted and heart warming woman; took me around Tallinn in Estonia to visit some amazing places; then she took a photo of ...

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

This day I came forth from the immerser, Evolved I became from a molten salt; Breathless, ageless... deeply was the hole; Am I still here ? with this flesh severely burnt!... It's cerebrospinal upholds like the incense of the wilderness, Like those our ancestors used to wade and bade; Whenever the flesh sought the lust consummating its sanity, For this now I seek atonement before I fade.. Beyond the line that the lights have shone not too bright; Hollowed... burrowed Neither the Wherewithal for the wages of sin I could bear; Nor the stomach for the mourning of the venerable sages in their lair, The remorseless soul wantonly contented with the fear; Is this how repentance feel? Where thou the feeling of elation that called loudly from the space of oblivion? Is this what Agogo-Ija the fearless of my clan died for? The warrior that made the forest of the gods a dominion. With his spear he bended the knees of the foreign gods, Insatiable, thirst...

I was summoned to the land of the mountain and cloudy gods; . Those that tamed our clan with a mirror, holy book and the sword; . Their darkness was overwhelmingly thicker than the covens of the black, . They smoke like a chimney to commune with their gods with garlic rods; . At their abode are gloomy angels that stand in ravens cloaks; . Those martyred for the mundane fleshy feat; . From their cleavage flows the source of murky greyish dip that hid the sun; . The darkness is at their horizon, hovering at the tip of every wreath; . I know It beckons... the end of the world, . The apocalypse have sucked out every tiny air with its wooden pipe, . Those pipes that connect our world beyond the path of redemption; . The air is gone, so choked we are yet the harvest of the world is yet to ripe; Poem by Olorunleke Odubote

So subtle, So virile, So turbulent yet liberal, Thy tidings is of a better future, But thou has rubbed me off my culture, Tide of the west; Thou the better of the rest, Thou came with iron fist and chain; The heritage thou carted away is our bane, My ancestors religions are lost, My dialect now dead and rust; Our earth has shredded away her treasures, To feed thy games and leisure's, T ide of the west, Thou has taken us far from our nest Our ship now harbor’d on a shallow coast Our tradition to this generation is a ghost; O’ tide of the west , Still thou is the best; Not like such that unguardedly kills, Still I will always choose thee, Can thy tide be gentle and mild? Let it bring more relief to our yuletide, Those rustiness that comes with its breeze, We will ignore and accept thy bliss , (Poem: “Tide of the West” by Olorunleke Odubote)

I remember pelimeseki A lady from medisedeki One of the daughters of zion Having the sheba's beauty of armour Her body was like a throne  Shinning with light like a crystal cone Not of the likes of jezebel and Delilah Their body full of darkness and denial Any virtuous woman among you? The daughters of zion are always few Stop the earthly riches and body lust Youthful skin will get old and turn to dust (Poem: “ pelimeseki ” by Olorunleke Odubote)

An Ode to my father, Thou a god like no other, Thy prowess illuminates like the sun, Sparklingly glad to be thy Son, A young warrior from birth, Thy warship at Imodi-Mosan was berth, An Ijebu-lagos finest of men, With unwavering principles unlike men An Ode to the Lion of my clan, I give homage to him that made me man; Who dare confront thee in the battle of wars? Thou that roars and ride on their corps; Thou sharpened my canine than hunting bone, My bicep wantonly tamed all flaming bows, My father the native jaguar of the hills, Thou that commands the turbulence of the sea, An Ode to a virile and humble lover, An inner muse beyond the armour cover,  Thou the sparkles to my mama's eyes; Through a bond of unconditional ties; My father is not just a gem, He is the finest of men, A priceless reflection of perfection, He wears respect and love as attraction. (Poem: “Ode to my Father” by Olorunleke Odubote)

Goddess of the south, I awoke in thy crystal cave, Thou the most delicate, no doubt Am afraid, now am closer to grave; Who took me here?; Fate has cheated again, Am now trapped in thy lair, Goodwill I have none to bargain, I recollect twenty hearts I broke, Their tears has awoken Nwabugo, Here come her spear with smoke, Yet I marvel at her beauty and ego If in another realm, a place from here My hands will pass thy drapery dress, To unravel thy curvaceous pearl, And wantonly nestled within thy nest Nwabugo, thy fire is soothing, But only for the mild and sane, Thy touch is tough but smoothing, Like moth I will stick to thy flames, What would my punishment be? Pardon and be soft like fluff, Others has never survived thy decree, Especially those lawless and rough Thy blazing spear appears, Like an heated ambigram of thy name, It pierced my skin off unfamiliar affairs Drained off, drained of all blames, Nwabugo goddess of the ...

Recently at a wake keep, Of my Clans' man taken to his knee He took the path of eternal sleep; At the wake of his own last-supper meal His linen plain garment askew, His muted lips at the last muttered words, His head tilted as if listening to the adieu Maybe when below the ground he can hear the birds, The precious sounds he once savored, Maybe they sound now as discorded thoughts, Those sweet scents we once flavored, Maybe far below the ground it simply rots, Piece by piece; The flesh melts away to eternity; Can this be the path way beyond?.. Lives drawn through the pipes of vanity Lazarus was awoken From the unstoppable slumber: Can this be done again? Many people plunder ! The guardians can no longer be found, The warriors had since all gone below, The journey below the ground.., Traversed by ancestors that ruled long ago! Under his watch, my clan was safer His sandal would long be at lone and empty, The journ...

One more night with thou I will sail, O' Pirate of the land and water; We will sail Through the dark like a whale, Thou that regenerates like an Immortal. Thy reign resonates through the deep, Where thou made abode thy ancient keep, O' Sailor of the far and near, Thy sickles through the ripples it reap, A sage whose foot unroofed the pier  Thou that feast among the beasts, Where can we found thee master of the sea? Amidst war thy valour like inferno we've seen. Captain of the wind, O' the sea god, Thou himself the turbulence and the quake, Thou that ride the sea like the olden Lord, Who can then hold their ships from thy take? The goddess wantonly at thy bequeathed seat, When the sea is like a ground to thy feet; One  more night with thou I will sail, And traverse the world as thy seer, The emblem of skull over bones we hail Till the sea return to its sanity from fear, We shall stir our oars as virile horse; As...

O Ẹ̀jìrẹ́, thou my Yoruba deity, Can thou make my home thy abode? To thou alone I revered my fealty; So thou can bring joy as-told, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ thou humbled the foreign gods, When thou came in as ethereal lords From generations, thy visits were rare; Taiyelolu - Omokehinde, the supreme heirs, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ knocks and unhurriedly come in pairs, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́, thou echoes through my ancestors quire, Though the earth ravaged, albeit the heaven bound Just for Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ the trumpet and the lyre sound, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ let me enchant thy lineage, Thou from ages commune with my ancestors; The praises of thy courage. Thy births command attention. Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ thou anointed with golden crown, When thou came in to my clansmen town I learnt this from ancient Sacrament, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ the beautiful of all angels, "Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ ará ìṣokún, Ẹdúnjobí Ọmọ ẹdun, tíí ṣeré orí igi" Passed down through a parchment, The chosen divine Archangels, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ let me sing of thy ...