My Poetry Diary

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...

At the patriarchate side I woo; The cemetery in silence and at lone; Where the European ancestors lay in frozen wool; As they mellow darkly in their medieval bone; Long gone lost are their sonorous cord; Whisper of sounds only comes from shattering jaws; From their sockets they stared at an African god; Me’ an erstwhile slave at their door; Only here to have a chat; With the masters we served in temperate blood; My slave master that fettered mother to iron cart; I ruffled their soil now as an African god, Bring now out thy smoking whip of teeth, Those with blades that ate so deep; It drips even to thy bottomless pit, And this will haunt them as they sleep. But to the spirits that once walked with love, To them I will play my poetry song; As they make stories at their gravely doors, Still, their beings bow to an African God; Their internment gowns askew on holy bricks, On their beds, their bones quake at its legendary; With incense and beads, I bid a requ...

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 ...

Ólóri ! A beauteous being in a black woolen dress stepping on snowing silkily earth; Thou an European goddess but thy countenance is like of an African birth, Ólòkún the Mother, bestowed thee with unfathomable beauty like the old, Thy resemblance is of Osún, so beautiful and virtuous, as often told; I saw thee in Saaremaa during my feat at the Kuressaare village square; At thy footstool the friars and the gods wantonly swoon and swear; A warrior thou hath, thou command the beasts to bid the commoners' wishes, Thou like Queen Sheba hath command and freely give the finest of earthly riches, Thy eyes in the day are like emerald touches of western witches crystal ball, Within thy grasps are the magical beings that warmly heed to thy call, So mysterious; thou highly revered, beautiful and untouched; Betrothed to the Viking king that made thee a savage crutch; O' Ólóri thy charms inspires and am in love with thee no doubt at first sight; Thou ...

Faraway in Harjumaa, the sun broke fast and new, It stares at me from little gaps in wood, I sauntered through with my legs dipped in dew, This reminds of English folklore called Robin Hood; Ne'er seen such a beatitude in a day, (Tho' they had me packed before night-time) Not such greens in my erstwhile stay; But this little is enough for a lifetime; I grimaced in queer at the autumn air, Searching for the gods that made here abode; In between the woods, I saw a dear; This must be the spirit that upholds... ... the lair; With my little feet, I tiptoed and crawled, I saw glitters and another doe in awe, Maybe I've seen a Viikingnite Küla demigod; It gazed at me with tender warmth; I drank from its brook with the ancient horn, A Harjumaa demigod has met an African god; After some ethereal moments it was all gone, Me, Tallinn and Harjumaa now share a common bond; (Written during my short stay in Saula Village, Harjumaa...