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 ...

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...

Here goes home my cherished September; Three more moons to December, After scores of days or more, I can't remember; Till I'll have back my darling September; I'll tucked myself a lullaby in my torpid blanket, Like vampires hide in decades in caskets; I will sleep the tides over only after it lasted, Till September comes at my door in her magical jacket. Leke Odubote, “September”, copyright 2017

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...

Mother Earth;  The climate now chokes;  Thou that make the green thy pillow; It's all gone and touched by folks, Thy sanctuary has been disintegrated; Now we are plagued by flood;  Thou is meant to sleep in peace; But my people especially my clansmen now claims god; My ancestors saw thy abode in the forests and the plains; Thou is meant to sleep to uphold the soil; Our diggers and dredgers have crushed thy skull; Now they will reap their spoils; War has ravaged the land; Peace is being drained out of the atmosphere; But some people think thou hath asleep; They are ignorant of thy departure from their hemisphere. (The image of the sleeping goddess at the Lost Gardens of Heligan, England. The Gardens were created by members of the Cornish Tremayne family, over a period from the mid-18th century up to the beginning of the 20th century, and still form part of the family’s Heligan estate. The gardens ...

Their chaos has drawn farther to the dark, In its embrace, the fallen angels thrive… The acclaimed clerics have fallen to the mark, The almighty cathedral has taken the dive… From their robes came the pungent of death, Empty gloomy eyes pierces like an inferno rays, The hums of chaos came from husky obnoxious breath, Within their grips a wanderer strays in their maze; They came loathly in musty cloaks, A coven of kinsmen of battered souls, Their palms drips of clotted fluid they broke, Will I tag along; O’no… definitely no! Leke Odubote, “The Coven”, copyright 2017

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

Darkness beckons, rustling with the night, Soothingly it soothes, like a symphony; Dusts we are, moulded in the light; Immortality is far, yet it comes like an harmony.. When the music of nature resonates at its youth; The inevitable clicks  with every full moon, Forgetfulness knocks heavily till the time cease and mute, Dust as we are, the end may come soon; The squares are full of spirits that are lost; The gravity clings them to the ground for their deeds, Darkness played an harmony that made them to dust, Separated they are, within the dark they feed; Feeding on the discordant of our society as it grows like blight, Those on the rock hid away the wind and rain;- Those two vitalities that brings to town every tiny rays of light, The inevitable further clicks and all is vanity and vain, Darkness hovers and gathers to choke the land of its essence, Decaying and gray, the ground calls harder with its thrust; The law of cause and effec...

A beauty I beheld on a secluded street, Where the foundation of the first church was laid, The sepulchre of kingship stood in its midst, The fairies at night hovers at its lake, Within its core stood the throne of the first, Where the queen of the stars found its rest, The key to her abode was in the oblivion of the tide, Only the spirit that follows the season can be a guide, Aderonke the heir of the southern god, A seraph that dwells before the Elysian Lord, Thy crown was forged with jasper and dragon breath, Thou the embodiment of beauty and unfettered strength, The quest was like the stars those three wise men seek, The path to thy footstool only reveals to the strong but meek, There are fallen angels like Herod on this pathway to truth, Conquer the principalities with the sonority from thy flute, Let the stars guide thee to the cave of keys, At its epicentre thou will see the traces of its  glimpse, Be weary of its keeper they st...

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,...

I quickened to taste, Alas, thou has gone sour I took my parchment in haste, And lay to the foot of those in power Where is our salt? The marrow of our clan, The treasure we never bought, The oil of our land; Why thou sweetened not? Where is thy light? The sect of the Capital has eaten thee raw; They carted them all in a daylight, Our salt, our today The colonials depleted thee to a pint, None to use for our baby on born-days, The democrats now buried all in their pits; Our salt, our future Give us some we are mal-nourished Let us taste their source before rapture, Show me thy pillar, my land seek thee to flourish, Our children were promised to be crowned, But the elders never left the throne, Those  the salt chooses are drowned; The Elders install theirs and only their own, The salt of my land where hath thou? Thou the children of my clan, Spring forth and come to us now, Take thy glory and trample their plans ...

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 ...

Silence ! O’ thou is beautiful at sight, Thy beauty is like the stillness of the night I immersed deeply in thy solitude, To the soundless, I become thy servitude; Thy beauty is as intoxicating as the old, So hot and saving from the cold, Let thy unseen hands atone my wrestling mind, To drink from thy lost well of its kind; So my mortality can find peace; Within turbulence and noise, a bliss. Silence ! Let thy warm arms give me fortitude; Unlike the dark, thou is of rectitude; Thy beauty is like a virgin of my imodi town, That captivate my clansmen in her flowery gown, Hide me in thy cave of beauty; From the noises and those of cruelty, Within thy shade I can see even when blind; Though it stings, wantonly glad we twined, Will thou be forever as you wish ? Thy free will to be as thou please; Silence ! Within thy lair my deepest thoughts unfold, Thou unlock those sacred stories untold, Which walks like ink on my parchment pages ...

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 ...

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...

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 ...

I was a lone wolf of a decent breed, Without the park, I denied my hunting creed; After the shadows of the goddess of my dreams, Wantonly charmed by her daunting streams. A glimpse was all I saw; When thou laid nestling by the shore; Thy voice charmed me to a softly fall, Beyond this shadow I pray for more; Show me the entrance to thy abode; Let thy petals to my touch unfold, I will honour thy bids as divine duty; O'ye the embodiment of beauty, Even if it's for a thousand years, let it be; Let thy immortality entangle me; I will set the course to thy sanctuary, Where thy awesomeness deeply rooted naturally, I plunged ahead on this uncharted course, I swam deeply through her terrestrial cores; Pleasure, hatred - Still I chanted along, Those names I learnt from an aging song. By thy shore, I will wait, But not so long to be late; Till thy shadows become real, Unfettered to thy spell-bound seal. Poem: “Godde...

No where to hide  Love has finally found me  So gentle now become the tide  Boundless love all over me, It located me like the sun, No where to hide; So refreshing like the dawn, Giving life to the feelings that died. Loving you is like a melody  Like a symphony, you are adorable  I feel like have found the one, Angel Agbeke is irreplaceable  Loving you is part of me  "Agbeke you are my breath"  Its not fake, its so real  With Your touch, i melt  Can't explain it to you, This feeling boiling within, Its so pure and true  Agbeke my heart bidding. Poem: “No Where to Hide” by Olorunleke Odubote

The African night is here; A season for every pack; The shadow - a mere mirage I can bear; Which the dawn would hack, The African night is never dark, It illuminates even for the blind, It's another busy time for the black, Some holy hours only the brave climbs. The stories of the sage, A catalyst that brightens the night; With the richness of Africa age; A manifold of beauty from Olumo height, Though the sun has set, The night has turned to light; Even with the darkness I would rest, There is light in every single night. The African Night is never silent, The festivities of the fours and twos; The harmonious peace among the violents, African nights spring up courage and truths; Let's cuddle around the burning logs, To savor the sweetness of African night, With beats and melodious songs; From the chants of our sacred rite. Poem: “African Night” by Olorunleke Odubote