My Poetry Diary

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...

In my silence a soul traverse; In a cavern at manna la rossa; The gods and deities on its walls converse; I saw Tallinn ancestors and medieval la rossa; An African Manhood on its wall it glares; So dark and thick like the one I bear; O’ black and sumptuous; my companion stares; Adam and Eve stood bare chested in pair; From vana-viru a goddess walks; Her body moves with the seas and the snow, Like the waves of the Jägala waterfall ; A beau with the sun thou wantonly glow; I have seen her before in seasons past; Wildest of shape and beastly heart; Our countenance has never for once a minute last; Thrice I asked for a memory pact; O’ my chronicle of Lady Anca; A beauty I behold from afar; An affection mixed with anger; A rare time traveler I refer ... Thy shadow trails the snowy wild; Like a doe shadows her feeble fawn; Thy footprint rides the tempest tides; For seasons, am thy greatest fan. In this historical apothecary I quaver; From thy mysterious gleami...

Eleven days after June 12th, So notorious... so unprecedented; The military gaveled and nipped at the bud, Their ravenousness was unleashed after nine days on the leash, The General can't withstand to alienate from being a god, They matched up my street which was dead at a start; My father bellowed "today we must fight"; My mother mellowed "let's hope for the light"; From the window the silhouette of my father lost from sight; "A mere Nitel staff and very far to the center", The burden of memory severely hurts, We rented our clothes and in ashes we laid, The memoir of bullets deafened my thoughts, Our mandate was spewed from us with bandolier, We were just mere pawns in a military manga; We ended the day with my father favorite Fela's song. Eleven days earlier... The day called June 12th... My kinsmen buried their hatches and all rivalries fade; We matched to the barracks with our banners in white,...

"I heard the whisper that don't cross that line; But I am diversity - I am not bound to a clan; Now becoming a mirage - no longer invited to dine; But l've being here from the early days of man; I know the homes of kings and places of treasures, I bring positive critics to your teams and boards; Within my arms peace is possible and we all know for sure, I bring resonance and symphony with my strings and chords," . "Like an unwanted guest, we chased you out; We left you shattered like a broken mirror reflecting million faces; My clansmen called you names, such as being north, east, west & south; My darling diversity is only here like a bridge to connect us to heavenly places; We sunk your ship beneath the deep sea of time, My nation has forgotten the climax of 1960 and the likes, We crashed your pride like a calabash of slime, Now at your absence different nation strikes, . "We are here, we are one; We are Divers...

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...

I know the colour of love, Undeniably the same as your eyes, So transcendental and only from above, Like the trails of Elysian butterflies, It's neither red, white nor blue, It's like the infernal Vatican height,  It's like the softness of the morning dew; It's like the reflection of the starlight, Soak me up till am hued, Paint me with thy colour of truth, Let it bring out my beauty anew, And I will sing a melodious tune.. A tune like that of the birds, The ones that hums blissfully at thy gate, Let thy colour illuminate my words,  A life to my erstwhile boring state I know the colour of love,  It's like watching twilight from a mountain top, Like in a breezy country side fall, Those feelings like flying with the rain drop, Let me soak myself in your paints, Print all over me your colourful celestial scripts, Like that used for Mona Lisa and the saints, Brush me with the softness of your lips, With a taste of your love and beauty,...

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)

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 ...

A toast to gaffystone, The husband like a strength of Lion, Thy voice like the note of saxophone, Wantonly with thy touch I fly to Zion, Thou with thy sparkles ignited my ion; The lion of my tribe I hail thee, An Odubote warrior of decent breed, A jewel thou made only for thy eye to see; Thou enthroned and planted in me thy seed.. With gladness I took it and for more I plead; O’ Gaffy I lean on thy sceptre, Ogolicious Ogo the tamer of the tempest, Thou that break lose all holds and fetters, Gleefully with thy fingers, thou the bestest.. Am very glad to be thy empress. Olorunleke thou a sunlight to Agbeke world, Thou a sage with ethereal brilliancy that’s rare.. For thy creation, I praise the mighty God, I appreciate thy resiliency and care; Always glad to have you here and near. (Poem: “A Toast to gaffy” by Agbeke)

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;...

In your arms  That's where am safe  Mum.. Within your palms  You made me so brave...  In this lonely world  I know I have you,  Sent from heaven and from God  You are my Angel so true...  With your tender smiles  Everything seems beautiful  I can go on more and more miles  Cos you make my life meaningful  Poem: “Mother’s Arms” by Olorunleke Odubote