The ring of a telephone
is cue for me to pray
that it won’t ring again.
I always hope for hang ups,
wrong numbers realized
To witness the funeral
Of our yet living throne-men.
They have all kissed us
With their turtle lips
Dripping of innocent blood
The crown and scepter
The beaded neck and golden sit
Today, we deny you, Akogun Kolawolu
You whose gun never fails to sing dirges
To the ears of our enemies
Haven’t you joined them too?
http://www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [CALL ME A MURDERER]I saw him
Yes, the devil himself
Like flashback in a movie
The memories come back…
I was thirteen
He was twenty eight
Oh! Poor little me
If only I had known!
Like an evil Angel
I sought after him
He made me this
A woman with no dignity… (more…)
http://www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [UNDER THE TANGERINE TREE]Come nigh unto me, my soul’s delight, under
The tangerine tree, three times taller than tripod
Let my body commune with yours
Let me lay lightly on your buff-bared body
Betimes in the morrow, before the cock crow,
When your love tread the narrow path of my marrow.
In the noontide,
We will take trip to Suntan,
Sitting by the sea tide
http://www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [A SAFE PLACE TO FALL]Everyone wants a safe place to fall
That place where there’s no insecurity at all
where love can be seen shining like a star
Such feeling that’s devoid of any spot or scar
Whenever I sit alone, I’m thinking
Even when I stand, I’m always thinking
Walking or sleeping, I am still thinking
Of that special place to fall …thinking
Then I realized…
http://www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [INHERENT IN ME]Oh garden of Eden
That had that irresistible tree
From which they ate that fruit
And made me a man of two thoughts.
I was denied the pleasures in Eden
But I must miss not the treasures up high.
So, my ways must be right till then.
With the life of my Saviour, mine must rhyme.
For I won’t let my good
Sell its birthright
For mere plate of pottage
http://www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [SHADOWS]Here I am in the land of shadows
the past, the future but the present exempted
here I am in this world of thrones
the king, the queen while all beneath
While the past torments the present and the present discerns the future
while the past lurks around with the truth which it embeds beneath its cloak
while we lie in distress afraid of who and how we used…
http://www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [SHALL WE WAIT STILL]Ever seen a man who lost his soul?
Left with his heart rigid like a stone
His humanity can be seen, but through a hole
His life, his seeds will live to atone
He’s like a gastropod
A yard away from his shell
Sojourns without his conscience onboard
Seeks for pleasure in itinerary of hell
With his hands he murdered the truth
For the glimpse of it…