My Poetry Diary

Perfect night, starry eyes; Nothing is as beautiful as the color of your eyes, It shines like the sun and gives like the trees, It echoes like a melody and soothes like the breeze. Silky dresses, as dark as the night; Wantonly, what a craving sight; It mesmerizes and every men want to say hi, Nothing is as sensual as the rhythm of your sighs, There a fairy with the hair as white as snow; Her countenance teaches the light to glow, Delicately wrapped in Tiina Talumees’s blue; She is the most perfect of the beau. Gafar Odubote, “Perfect”, copyright 2020

Play it back, show me those moments lost; Not of the darkest losses or those scornful years; In this silent yard where some fleshes has been to dust; Some alive has gone buried in fear ; Life is to live, only for a brief;  Wantonly full for those liberal with wit, Dust thou art, when thou returnest don’t grief, Hence a sunset at the wooden box in the pit; Many times in slumber, asleep like a lost soul, But thou In eternal slumber, six feet away in the unfathomable realm; Bounded by brotherhood; now severed at the crossroad, As the soil upheaved we wailed in whelm; Life is but an empty space adrift; Though voided with shouts and untimely climaxes; The air, The flesh; is just another makeshift; While on this side; I plead take all the fantasies; If thou could, wholeheartedly stay burnt in the sun, Fly the clouds like the birds in summer, Both the sunrise and set would be thy rhythm and song, Though the end knocks - life is just as normal...

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 ...

Mother, my epiphany! My born-day came from thy strength; I celebrate thee, my serendipity! From thy breath; thou a God sent! I remember ! Those bluish smoky eyes; Filled with wooden fire flakes, Also blurry with tears like ice; I know my mother as she wakes; Pretended I laid at bound; She tiptoed away from the mat, She waded at every sound; From the bullying flies and rats; I saw thou in me ! The glimmer of a mere alike; Her smile clutches my being; The only listener to confide; When thou chastised - never mean; Iya Femi is one of a kind; She teaches like mother Teresa With little, she's still humble and kind; I hope to have her forever  I was afraid ! I saw the wrinkles there; It competes with the veins; It begets my unmentionable fear, Little makeup still do the feints, I drank more from thy bosom; Afterwards it sags with pride, O' mother thou is so awesome; Forever am thine child; I am gratefu...

My teacher told me to always dream, Am a good listener; yes I do ! I kept sleeping; until I missed the gleams I tarry a while and I missed that too, With the tide and dark I dream, I seek the light amidst the obscurity of the dusk; Weary, dry and weary it seems, Kinsmen raped the field to a dwindling husk Awake now I walk; but blurry I see, Steadily like a babe, I will make my feet; Now I find my strength in my subtle SEA Scars turned stars, arise from your perceptive pit; Leke Odubote, “Sleepless dream, copyright 2017

All it took was your smile, I wonder why I missed it all these while; Perhaps it was that storm that took me adrift, Now am free from those shades of makeshift... That took me farther from their shores; Now am broken and all yours; I sigh.. I muse I wanted you so bad like a booze; But I stopped drinking and became bright, When I met you on Timmy street that night, Stupid me, I was heavy with the smell of ale.. I staggered, halted and couldn't say hi; I was skinny and coarse, So terrible at sight and hoarse, Lost for words, crawled back to the dark; There I was, till you took me back. I am broken and all yours; Filled me up as my redemption pours, Your beauty is as sharp as your flaming eyes, Burn me off from all loneliness that are cold as ice; A single glance was all I need; A single touch from you I plead; I won't hesitate for just a kiss; The softness of your lips would be a bliss; Haunt me further with your flaming ey...

Throw more pebbles to the sky and they will come back with a sign; Thousands of infliction can hold not the disconnect... That rattled every fibre of illumination from my eyes though I sigh; Seeing humanity professes over mundane flesh that won't resurrect; Over shackles of misdemeanour that rattles the blood; When hunger strikes were aggravated by empty minds not tables, We taught ourselves the act of wars by acting demons and gods; Can you see beyond the disconnect amidst the blinds and fables?; Not a new breath can immortality bring forth without a dime; The essence of existence is like a leaf to its stalk; That oxygen you breathe may thin out as you climb; The line between life and after may get tangled and you stuck... In between a disconnect of an uncountable archaeological waste; Or lost within inks of conjured spells binding the quills and parchment; Not so symbiotic affair that transpires when the other dies in haste; Can you give a lif...

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

I'd conquered death  twice with the  blood of the lamb, Death came again  with spikes and  a softy guise, She fleshed up her  bony tail with her  stinging balm, I looked at her  eyes and I said  name your price; "What's your  favourite meal aside  blood and bone?", My blood is bitter  and can't be spilled  even for a pint, "Then what's your  cherished Jewellery  aside skulls and thrones?" So go away,  I am a body of light; I have no grave,  my place is among the  people of scented lips, Dig not the hole  that goes six feet  into the land of the hades, I won't sleep there,  I won't step there, I won't dwell among it's keep; My clansmen please don't go  to an empty grave,  Am not there, I've said this... I won't be in the shadow of  casted beings of death  for thousan...

To the leaves at every fall that falls; They melted away and with the wind they swayed; Their chlorophyll became ghost to the stalk in their stalls, Though separated from their stalk but their essence never fade! I stumbled upon death and we conversed thrice lately, A warlord of beauty with undaunted pride, She pounces, pant, and braces stately, Wanting my mortality within its whirl tide, I have no grave within death's abode or beneath; Do not cry for it's emptiness when am gone, My flesh to the dust I humbly bequeath, My leaf has flown with the wind waiting for reborn. (Poem: “Empty Grave 1” by Olorunleke Odubote)

BVA : I could feel his hands caress my skin softly while I reminisced in the days leading up to this. OGO : Those were like the days when the sunshine sparkles stardust to our eyes and we teased. BVA : He whispered that Lights would guide you home and ignite your bones. And i will try to fix you. OGO : She took my breath away with her stance that shook my sanity, till I had no clue. BVA : I know it’s really clichéd but he’s got a smile that can light up a room and fill your heart with warmth. OGO : From afar I know she is hot. Like a fire am burning with her amber eyes till I became ashes and burnt. BVA : My lips curled as he whispered those words into my ears as we laid there tangled in each other. OGO : With my dying breath I wrapped my arms round her tiny waist; and she whispered to me that am her soldier. BVA : Right now all I wanted was to look into the eyes of the one person that i cared about, not a skype video, to tell him he was my world...

The memoir of twenty sixteen, Plenty pages, but empty in-between, The sky was crimson red in summer Naira to Dollar came like a stunner, The menace of power came like the desert sun, Even the extremists came with their purging  guns, They scorched my kinsmen to an ovum beat, We lost some good people to their flaming pit, The Cemetery was heavier in autumn; Its wind took my town-ship to the bottom, I heard their wailings even at the dusk, They lie on the street and smell like musk, Our solace came from the freed Chibok girls, After nearly 3 years in the devil snares, Those with the Sceptre took covenant with the devil, They used our girls and resources to settle… The Falcons soared through the hideous clouds, Amidst the lightening shredding their shrouds, Back at their nests, those golden eggs were gone; They were taken and re-laid as spawns, The roads has swallowed more on its lanes, It spilled countless bloods from our tinny veins, Plenty pot-holes t...

Let the peace from above descend now, Come to us like the freshness of an ocean breeze, The crisis though is strong, so I don’t know how.. Still we pray for all inner turbulence to cease; O’ peace, we have been waiting for long; Set yourself free from the shackles of men, Come speedily now to correct all wrongs, I heard the whirl sound; From a tiny voice afar; Little ones on a Zion bound; Trembling till their mind torn apart. We all agreed that peace is possible; Why the sudden massacre? My clansmen this is horrible; Another battle is brewing; Like a decade palm wine ferment; This crisis is all our doing; Aren't you tired as the children lament? Each time I hear the infants cry, Or the weeping from the mothers, Those thoughts make one dry, Let the peace from above descend now, And fill our mind like the holy Ghost, We will open our heart to you; I vow.. Peace come to us like an heavenly host, All the good people of my cla...

It is in your eyes, The fire, the attraction; Softy in them thy beauty lies, A place to savour satisfaction; We may twine at the moment, Like the lily and moth seduction, Faraway you seems, my torment; Your body I have none, still an imagination, Take me through your earthly stars, Guide me through to elevation Let me swim through to your softy mars, Thou a beauty of motivation, Your eyes, Your eyes The fire, a chain reaction, It can melt the bravest ice, I call you a motivation, So luscious thy velvet-black eyebrows, Crystal clear like the Seraph eyes So magnificent thy crystal eyeballs, Deep motivation flows from your eyes, In your eyes, every thing is bright, It illuminates like a night constellation So angelic, it radiates the light, In your eyes, there is motivation, Your lips, your lips Its softness, my intoxication Your lips, your lips I call you motivation Let me explore your depth, To savor the comfort of your chest,...

Seven years ago, Old buddies made a pact; Just seventeen months ago Gladstone took the ethereal path. The Saxophonic of your voice; Like a soft rain that appeases rancour, The silence now from thy seamless toils; They awaken me to thy candour, Another of my clansman is gone, Another mighty star has fallen; The finest of the stars of a sun; Gladstone has heeded to another calling. It's well beyond three days, July 6th 2015 has left a trace; Lazarus received his after three days; Unquestionable God, we bowed to thy face. For Gladstone, we again asked Why? We all one day will surely die; Never seen a man so kind at heart; Until Gladstone crossed my path. The last time we saw; It was the last time we played; The last time we saw; It was the last time we prayed. Gladstone my mate ! What a fate !! Is this another test of faith? Now Salvation is late. "Pressy GQ, a dearest husband" Like Abraham, you are a father to many; This generation w...

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)

The dawn of thy nightmare beckons, Thy Children has given up to be sold; They said our Èdé Yórùba is archaic and old; I wont dare betray my tongue for a second. The learned said thou is for the poor, Èdé Yórùba, thou the language of the gods, The brave ones that revere thee are called the clods, Èdé Yórùba, thou a noble that enters ethereal doors I cry for my dearest Èdé Yórùba Thy daughters tongue has forsaken thee, Thy sons has taken after the foreign deeds; My clansmen has killed thee Èdé Yórùba This generation knows thee small, Next generation may know thee not Thou the most beautiful of the lot, Why thou made Èdé Yórùba sullied like a whore? Èdé Yórùba, thou my true identity, How can I resurrect thee my first love? From the shackles pitched to their turf, Come back to us before we lose our sanity; Èdé Yórùba kó gbùdo kù, Edé Yórùba has done you no wrong, I rebuke those that dump thee, my mother tongue, When thou rescind ...