My Poetry Diary

 I watched the August stars dwindling down, Shedding out their light in an eerie sound; Few more full moons and the year is out; But will the field yield its mead is still a doubt. I lowered the car window and took in the August air; It was bittersweet like an old Irish beer; The stereo just spoke of another covid strike; Erstwhile the Minister husky voice mentioned the gas hike; With my glasses over the nose, I soberly smeared, Through the August night I quietly steered; On a crowded highway along the water town, As I watched the August stars dwindling down. (c) gafar -  August stars

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...

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...

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)

The beast of the road, so nostalgic a bus; The type painted in yellow before modernisation emerged, The memory of jumping molue now came to me as a rush, At whose entrance the calamity of humanity submerged; Molue once acclaimed lasgidi king of the road, The walking mammon that fumes like Apapa chimney, Within its midst ethnicity mingled with people and load, Molue, the rescuer of the just and lonely… This is another market place on the run, A place to barter your footwear for the fare, Within its midst we trade, party and fun, Only few can challenge the conductors that were mean and dear; In the Molue, robbers dare not prevail, When the anthills dwell among commuters, But beware of the pilferers and pickpockets on the rails, They were the agberos that pretend to be transporters; Molue the envious of its pairs, On whose body tattoos of praises and inspiration engraved, Molue that scares the warders by its stares; The only abode the meek a...

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...

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)

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 ...

I remember tupsy, So cute when young She was then 22 - 24 Back then, socially strong. She wears her gown short, Her eyes like the glowing sun, She knows how to tease a man Life was just a piece of fun. She has a couple of man-lovers, A girl has to look good and fine, And that gentle dedicated boy lover, Thought he has a priceless piece of pie Tupsy rides on the Promiscuous horse, Her back-view others wantonly ride, Her body carries the fifty shades of gray, Under her youthful skin she hides. 24/7 on social media and the rest, Her fingers twin with screen and keyboard, "Can you be Forever young?" Nah.. Adulthood almost on board She and her likes, Tamed by the world they live, The firmness of the chest now sags; A fallen pride like a fallen leaf. The twenties has flown, 33 in toll Past deeds are sometimes irreparable, The creator can not be blamed For making time so inevitable.. Youthful energy dis...

On a day when the sky was blue  A little shower with a blossom bliss  My little charming queen came anew  Born to life with a gentle ease  It was a Saturday in January  From an aperture: I saw the sky  In the distance: I saw the sanctuary  My darling Agbeke born a star  It took me awhile like a race  More than a decade and some years  Before mercy brought again your face  Now a worry heart has no fears  Agbeke: a dream come true  An angel I saw at the heaven's gate  When the sky was pure and blue  Giving hope to my joyous little faith  Her voice like the softest timbre  Her smiles like a tender child  Her body like an idol from a timber  Her presence can calm a turbulent tide...  Agbeke: a dream come true  My sunshine, my partner thou hath  I met you, i became fresh and new  Giving life and love to my able heart...

Blinking.. thinking, over my parchment for thee, To sing thy praises for the world to see, Then I remember how humble and cheerful you are; Olalekan Abdul you are adorned with a shining star, A toast to thee a leader to the core; Thou that play and make fun at its raw; “LA” as we all fondly call, Thou also pray and teaches like Apostle Paul”, Long live to you and ever more.. I spread my palms in front of you, Through them you will see the truth; Of how much you mean to all and me; Lekan Abdul you are blessed and it’s meant to be, “May your days unfold to light, To awake thy joy to ethereal height, As we toast to the day you were born; May the heaven open its prosperity doors,” We will celebrate thee forever and a day, Thou the noblest and meekly of all; The CEO that ploughs for all to feast, Even as the economy drowns and Naira falls.. For the first time in a long time, I felt so sure, If we can have LA and those that are pure;...

Youthful age is minutely dwindling, Thy blossom flesh about to quake, Those hair will be golden twinkling, When thy erection unhurriedly wake, Far and far above my youthful age, My reflection a mirage of decade tours, Powder and strings I counter the image, But nature knocks and it strongly calls, A time past thy breast stood and firm, In thy magnificent swinging hips, Clinging to the woos of my humble clans men, As you tease with thy Crimson lips, Thy eyes twinkled with light, When you brace wildly on your partner hood, On countless trip to promiscuous height, Thou has traversed numerous intimate mood  I boldly carry scars from tongues and scythes, From numerous battles I sometimes lost and won, But loosing youthfulness stings and bites, I toast to my gallantry since I was born. A time past thy chest boast of muscles, When thou graciously pounced like a lion, Thou rise and set with sun in daily hustles, With you, a ...

I stand my ground this day, Where my persecution laid at rest, All stones and pebbles to thy grates, My clansmen blood dusted my crest. On this same earth I stand, Nauseated by the beam of war, In-between my rival clans I stand; Pierced to dust like a desert whore. I stand firm though with feeble legs, Like an iroko with lashes of wind, Will my ancestors take back the curses of this land? Where the partridges no longer sing... This day I stand, Like a veteran of the Savannah; Let's adorn our emissaries with a clean mitre, Before they traverse those border mine-lined of Sahara. My placard laden neck will stand, On this course of appeasing our clans, Beyond the grave of unmarked martyrs; I stand for Peace and unity of all clans.

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.