A LOVE LETTER, to Chidinma, seventeen
Consider many ways people may come to you! One of it could be through friend you have known; the possibility of just meeting, either during occasion, or, in the event of group activities, two people whom do not know each other anywhere near can not be thrown away. You never can tell someone may walk up to you, with blip of smile, hope, high-up in the air, and whisper the soft word that inspires young ladies. By your nature you would find this interruptive, obnoxious, or possibly, disgusting. You are not there type. You are homely, fondly; respect isn’t what you throw away easily.
I, as a person did not regard any of this as option. I came to you like a lamb, or like a young, and not too experience boy in order to grow along with you even in my grown- up. You did not object my friendship with you. You did not regard me as one of the street boys piling list of girlfriends. Your mother did not object it either. Maybe I was difference. You did notice I was from the first day. How did it happen? How did I respond to your imagination that singled me out from every other people? Oh, if memories served me right, it was my look upon your eyes, fetching, flashing. You too, can not deny that knowledge of us knowing each other from a far-distance. It looked like we had met before. You couldn’t look away too. Neither was I able to.
How time did not allow us to embark on such adventure chosen together under a low shining sun of Saturday morning, November 8, 2003.
Anyway, it is not necessary to say more of how our suppose dramatic and youthful effectiveness could not take us far, or should we say more of either our self to establish the contrast; the simple, unaltered establishment of what we are not against what we are, by our schoolboy and schoolgirl nature tells this experience. But, by profile series of our first meeting, I am tempted to say that, what we became wasn’t resulting from where we met.
It will be seen, then, that you and failed to make our first meeting real, that our first real journey of soul mate, which us in the jungle within our self could not lead home. In fact, it wouldn’t have found us a home in any pattern of that world around us. We were not too young, but our society did not recognize that our imminent self, begins to yarn for that kind of adventure were moment of discovery of our self in the view of another person within our self.
By and large, I can say some part of me, now, and may forever, listens to the sound of your laugh; the little angel whispering in the night of my hearing. Some part of me is still that schoolboy, longing to see you, longing under a pretence to purchasing food in your mum’s canteen. I am still pained when I can not see you. And when I do, your youthful smile, your beautiful eyes – face is a cathedral which I never stop worshiping. I am still that boy who wanted to catch up with you, his jewel, before you dash into the inner room. You were afraid your parent might not approve of this in spite of been fond of me. You and I, still in sleep, dreaming of our own world, together, not looking at the reality which was not too long, but that reality was never our own. We had our own, nurtured within our self, within the space of time to live on.
I see you in dream. My thoughts are always with you, in love still fresh like flowering plants after the dew. You are my choice, I made that long before we met and eventually when we meet it was not difficult coming to you. I’d been waiting for you all my life. My darling, my one, my all, I know in not far distance, graces and faith shall bring you back to me in love second to none.
Your Love Unknown
FELIX O
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSE
When one door closes
If it was not in this way; it would have been otherwise. Leaving my formal company was overdue. It must have been heard earlier that I’m on the verge of leaving. And quick replacement would best sort things out. In spite of this I’d work diligently to the uttermost surprise of all – making it difficult to be pushed aside. Not that I could not, but, that, nothing can be attributed to it. But while such opportunity presented itself, it was grabbed with all sincerity. To think of it, the unceremonious exit resulting from the dramatic inversion of the story I once consider a less- big deal made everything more confusing.
It looked like someone played out an agenda in an unsuspected way. Though I can not possibly ascertain that! Maybe I am being presupposition. I shouldn’t debunk the fact that what I got was fair judgement. Do I then, assume that the sudden precaution which everyone turned into is a mere invention, or does, suggest that everyone should be on the look out? Either of it! It is believed, afterward, that everything is a mere prepossession. Or, perhaps, a one man ingenuity.
Was then the shock of Chike’s exit? Perhaps! But I’d offered more explanation against that bar ground after I had presented myself to this cause by telling the Auditor of this relativity.
My own notion is that the answer may, perhaps, be found in the prolific event which would express itself in not far-distance in because I am not aware that two difference situation or case can be treated in the same manner. I do not need to offer anymore explanation. I assert that if I need to be believed, the first is a good way to bringing me to a more suitable end – which is sufficed. And if another is needed, it would drive all of us miles, away to yet unchangeable truth. I was wild, I was impetuous then, and I had no idea of danger whatsoever. The situation had gone so awry for me to returning to the beginning where I can make amend. So coming out of shell was a way out.
I suppose, now, that the tale is over, I would be here, the same Youngman, now making out for what lies ahead while some would, having nothing better to say but to gossip the possibility of that presupposition. But to other, it would be a wakeup call for more precaution before any action is taken. If a single decision of mine to protect someone could land me in the unwanted, such too might never turned out better.
This not to say that there was not anxiety in the prevailing air. Of course, there was. More of it perverted it since the year begins, while everyone work under illusion. The sense that the future looks bleak leaves everyone in the shadow of oneself. And for what it looks like then, I should have been more conscious. I should have weighed the consequence of my action. I should have, possibly, understand that whatever I do in that arena to help my client without the consent or the knowledge of the company would never be taken as such. I should have known all of this! I should have, for heaven sake! I should have. Why did I allow this screwed up everything?
This is not a feeling I could put into words at that time. And it is not true too that I never expressed any fear whatsoever. Of course I did. I only had one unexpressed. The knowledge, within me that where I had looked up for possible way is never going happen having not realised the possibility of market going southward. But the unstable nature of Nigeria’s state economy did.
The present administration seems none existence. Nothing is happening. Everybody does things in there own way not mind if it affects another person. Several barbaric policies is being made on irregular bases by a way to regularise the existing ones which are not reflecting the operational view of the way things are done in the larger community. In doing this, time had shown – seeing the regulatory bodies always on the loggerhead.
Does this suggest they don’t understand each other’s view, or that the principle of regulatory system is one way traffic? Or, possibly, one does not want to play second fibble? For what this is, it always screwed up people’s confidence. And to think of it, it appears in all sense of reasoning that, doing this suggest they understand very well how people accept thing easily even when it kills. Overtime, we had learnt to create an atmosphere for debate by a way of diversion of real attention. It happens everywhere – not in the larger communicate alone, but most profound here.
This sense of ingenuity to please oneself is in everyone. To some, it’s more profound. And to other, though, it is too – but they had learnt to use it for the benefit of another of other. If I may ask, which class among the two do I belong? To be honest, I would say the later. Reason is that whatever I do, I always consider other even at my detriment. I think I should begin to think of myself too. Maybe, if I had done that from the onset, the story would probably not be written.
For now I could not nag at myself anymore. I had done that a lot of time. Blaming myself will not return me to doing otherwise. It was a risk which took then, and it landed me in the unwanted. It could possibly have been otherwise. But isn’t! That doesn’t mean I should not be pardoned if I show remorse. Most people just live life. They were always afraid to do something difference. They can’t just take risk. Whatever comes, they take it.
My life roves around the fact that I own it up to something. Something so gigantic and illustrative which I keep looking for, or keep coming to me like race of sun-flash; something I can possibly see or feel, and could not touch. But I see it whenever I wanted to look down or depress. It looks like one gigantic mirror or window to me that I need to look at, to understanding my usefulness. To think of it this way, I am not ashamed anymore. There was no reason to be ashamed, since, other people, whatever they felt, were equally insecurity. As for me, there may never have been any better judgement on my part. But the people I work for can do whatever they like to achieve there inherent desire at the detriment of their subject, it can not kill the spirit of a man who intelligently bend on the way of success.
The passion for freedom and the reason to getting going were all the reason I tell this story to the management before I was crucified. I must understand that in spite of everything, I should never seize to tap on the new spirit that is hope… hope beacon on us all and so do I…
FELIX O SYLVANUS
Felzzygreen..
July, 08
If it was not in this way; it would have been otherwise. Leaving my formal company was overdue. It must have been heard earlier that I’m on the verge of leaving. And quick replacement would best sort things out. In spite of this I’d work diligently to the uttermost surprise of all – making it difficult to be pushed aside. Not that I could not, but, that, nothing can be attributed to it. But while such opportunity presented itself, it was grabbed with all sincerity. To think of it, the unceremonious exit resulting from the dramatic inversion of the story I once consider a less- big deal made everything more confusing.
It looked like someone played out an agenda in an unsuspected way. Though I can not possibly ascertain that! Maybe I am being presupposition. I shouldn’t debunk the fact that what I got was fair judgement. Do I then, assume that the sudden precaution which everyone turned into is a mere invention, or does, suggest that everyone should be on the look out? Either of it! It is believed, afterward, that everything is a mere prepossession. Or, perhaps, a one man ingenuity.
Was then the shock of Chike’s exit? Perhaps! But I’d offered more explanation against that bar ground after I had presented myself to this cause by telling the Auditor of this relativity.
My own notion is that the answer may, perhaps, be found in the prolific event which would express itself in not far-distance in because I am not aware that two difference situation or case can be treated in the same manner. I do not need to offer anymore explanation. I assert that if I need to be believed, the first is a good way to bringing me to a more suitable end – which is sufficed. And if another is needed, it would drive all of us miles, away to yet unchangeable truth. I was wild, I was impetuous then, and I had no idea of danger whatsoever. The situation had gone so awry for me to returning to the beginning where I can make amend. So coming out of shell was a way out.
I suppose, now, that the tale is over, I would be here, the same Youngman, now making out for what lies ahead while some would, having nothing better to say but to gossip the possibility of that presupposition. But to other, it would be a wakeup call for more precaution before any action is taken. If a single decision of mine to protect someone could land me in the unwanted, such too might never turned out better.
This not to say that there was not anxiety in the prevailing air. Of course, there was. More of it perverted it since the year begins, while everyone work under illusion. The sense that the future looks bleak leaves everyone in the shadow of oneself. And for what it looks like then, I should have been more conscious. I should have weighed the consequence of my action. I should have, possibly, understand that whatever I do in that arena to help my client without the consent or the knowledge of the company would never be taken as such. I should have known all of this! I should have, for heaven sake! I should have. Why did I allow this screwed up everything?
This is not a feeling I could put into words at that time. And it is not true too that I never expressed any fear whatsoever. Of course I did. I only had one unexpressed. The knowledge, within me that where I had looked up for possible way is never going happen having not realised the possibility of market going southward. But the unstable nature of Nigeria’s state economy did.
The present administration seems none existence. Nothing is happening. Everybody does things in there own way not mind if it affects another person. Several barbaric policies is being made on irregular bases by a way to regularise the existing ones which are not reflecting the operational view of the way things are done in the larger community. In doing this, time had shown – seeing the regulatory bodies always on the loggerhead.
Does this suggest they don’t understand each other’s view, or that the principle of regulatory system is one way traffic? Or, possibly, one does not want to play second fibble? For what this is, it always screwed up people’s confidence. And to think of it, it appears in all sense of reasoning that, doing this suggest they understand very well how people accept thing easily even when it kills. Overtime, we had learnt to create an atmosphere for debate by a way of diversion of real attention. It happens everywhere – not in the larger communicate alone, but most profound here.
This sense of ingenuity to please oneself is in everyone. To some, it’s more profound. And to other, though, it is too – but they had learnt to use it for the benefit of another of other. If I may ask, which class among the two do I belong? To be honest, I would say the later. Reason is that whatever I do, I always consider other even at my detriment. I think I should begin to think of myself too. Maybe, if I had done that from the onset, the story would probably not be written.
For now I could not nag at myself anymore. I had done that a lot of time. Blaming myself will not return me to doing otherwise. It was a risk which took then, and it landed me in the unwanted. It could possibly have been otherwise. But isn’t! That doesn’t mean I should not be pardoned if I show remorse. Most people just live life. They were always afraid to do something difference. They can’t just take risk. Whatever comes, they take it.
My life roves around the fact that I own it up to something. Something so gigantic and illustrative which I keep looking for, or keep coming to me like race of sun-flash; something I can possibly see or feel, and could not touch. But I see it whenever I wanted to look down or depress. It looks like one gigantic mirror or window to me that I need to look at, to understanding my usefulness. To think of it this way, I am not ashamed anymore. There was no reason to be ashamed, since, other people, whatever they felt, were equally insecurity. As for me, there may never have been any better judgement on my part. But the people I work for can do whatever they like to achieve there inherent desire at the detriment of their subject, it can not kill the spirit of a man who intelligently bend on the way of success.
The passion for freedom and the reason to getting going were all the reason I tell this story to the management before I was crucified. I must understand that in spite of everything, I should never seize to tap on the new spirit that is hope… hope beacon on us all and so do I…
FELIX O SYLVANUS
Felzzygreen..
July, 08
IBB on the news again
Re- Ex-NDP Chieftain Says IBB Must Contest Presidential Poll
I read, the interview granted by the Ex-NDP Chieftain; Alhaji Hassan Mohammed Jallo, published on daily Sun, Monday November 10, 2008, with no keen interest at all. My lack of interest is induced from the fact that people like him, who claim to always follow a cause they believe in, can not do same without a preserved interest. Interest as this, often fuss with personal gain, and are suffices of every other agitation that may arise. Finding shows that a person with such inclination does not seek the possibility of other ways of achieving set goals. To this end, I would want to channel a course here; to tell Nigerians that the world is matching forward. The world is not waiting; and it can not wait.
Calling for IBB, or, an IBB to contesting any election, again, in this country is indeed, not only mean a lack of foresight, but also, a far, too – way from embracing the wind of change embed in the world political mainstream. I do not know whether what he meant is that Nigeria lacks credible candidate, or, perhaps, he believe she has a tie with IBB.
In my opinion, I am certain that most people in his shoe are as fearful as every one of us, regard the uncertainty, but we did admit that the present situation could not be otherwise from the onset. We knew it’s not going to be difference. But, to him, a renew call for IBB, is an admission of failure in the presence administration. Though, he can not admit that. Much as I find it a topic to response to, I do believe many would want to do the same. It is no difference that we all need change. Change we can believe – the country is going through a politics of pure drama but what kind of end will it be? The world is waiting for the manifestation of the real giant of Africa. The world is waiting!
A view of our selves, now that the world is evolving in a new political stream, should be our priorities. The cause that recognizes individual identity, not base on any political pedigree, or, a true party follower, but on the alter of potentiality, intelligence, idealist, and more of a proactive personnel
FELIX ORISEWIKE SYLVANUS
163b,Silver Crescent
Jakande Estate, Isolo
P O Box 10779,Marina, Lagos
Blizzfelxcoo72ng@yahoo.com
Felzzygreen.blogspot.com
I read, the interview granted by the Ex-NDP Chieftain; Alhaji Hassan Mohammed Jallo, published on daily Sun, Monday November 10, 2008, with no keen interest at all. My lack of interest is induced from the fact that people like him, who claim to always follow a cause they believe in, can not do same without a preserved interest. Interest as this, often fuss with personal gain, and are suffices of every other agitation that may arise. Finding shows that a person with such inclination does not seek the possibility of other ways of achieving set goals. To this end, I would want to channel a course here; to tell Nigerians that the world is matching forward. The world is not waiting; and it can not wait.
Calling for IBB, or, an IBB to contesting any election, again, in this country is indeed, not only mean a lack of foresight, but also, a far, too – way from embracing the wind of change embed in the world political mainstream. I do not know whether what he meant is that Nigeria lacks credible candidate, or, perhaps, he believe she has a tie with IBB.
In my opinion, I am certain that most people in his shoe are as fearful as every one of us, regard the uncertainty, but we did admit that the present situation could not be otherwise from the onset. We knew it’s not going to be difference. But, to him, a renew call for IBB, is an admission of failure in the presence administration. Though, he can not admit that. Much as I find it a topic to response to, I do believe many would want to do the same. It is no difference that we all need change. Change we can believe – the country is going through a politics of pure drama but what kind of end will it be? The world is waiting for the manifestation of the real giant of Africa. The world is waiting!
A view of our selves, now that the world is evolving in a new political stream, should be our priorities. The cause that recognizes individual identity, not base on any political pedigree, or, a true party follower, but on the alter of potentiality, intelligence, idealist, and more of a proactive personnel
FELIX ORISEWIKE SYLVANUS
163b,Silver Crescent
Jakande Estate, Isolo
P O Box 10779,Marina, Lagos
Blizzfelxcoo72ng@yahoo.com
Felzzygreen.blogspot.com
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Hate
Hate
I saw him, Perfect him
Moving nearer the reach
Of that pit- hitch
Eyes close to the day in his leg
And perchance
He might have escaped
The tall downfall
If, perhaps
He sees some good in bad pathWhich
I,Imperfect, would his other eye
Or, possiblyI had not so waited
On this otherside. . .
Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Copyright ©2008 Felix Orisewike
I saw him, Perfect him
Moving nearer the reach
Of that pit- hitch
Eyes close to the day in his leg
And perchance
He might have escaped
The tall downfall
If, perhaps
He sees some good in bad pathWhich
I,Imperfect, would his other eye
Or, possiblyI had not so waited
On this otherside. . .
Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Copyright ©2008 Felix Orisewike
To a Valentine Who is Faraway
To a Valentine Who is Faraway
To you
My radiancy
Chidinma
I take this one more vacation forever with you
To dine and wine
Hundreds mile away far away
To the unchangeable
Of days greening our days
Turned yellow leaf from leaveOf excessive absency
Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Copyright ©2008 Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
To you
My radiancy
Chidinma
I take this one more vacation forever with you
To dine and wine
Hundreds mile away far away
To the unchangeable
Of days greening our days
Turned yellow leaf from leaveOf excessive absency
Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Copyright ©2008 Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Monday, April 21, 2008
CAPTURING YOUR LOVE
CAPTURING YOUR LOVE
One moment when earth were babe
we dream search in their landscape
the fecundness of a facelit in eyes lanter
so in dream we adorn, we may
lift up the lamp of life that time
shall never make out with
but because they are creature dark in eyes
the green dream leap to the eyes
amidst in aloft, we walk alternately
in quess for mutation
so our legs on course may climb a greater staircase
dust their dust in ethic of their long arm
above mankind eyes
whose fitness only truncates waiting
but time is not a bed
where I may sleep and forget you ,my only dream
having seen your incomparable fingerprints here endearing
like peahen under white cloud;
life so adorn in that devotional flower
and like anthill whose firmness is feets on ground
I search under your stray leg tarry
the very ample dream uncaptured
among the swag of flowers which you adore
One moment when earth were babe
we dream search in their landscape
the fecundness of a facelit in eyes lanter
so in dream we adorn, we may
lift up the lamp of life that time
shall never make out with
but because they are creature dark in eyes
the green dream leap to the eyes
amidst in aloft, we walk alternately
in quess for mutation
so our legs on course may climb a greater staircase
dust their dust in ethic of their long arm
above mankind eyes
whose fitness only truncates waiting
but time is not a bed
where I may sleep and forget you ,my only dream
having seen your incomparable fingerprints here endearing
like peahen under white cloud;
life so adorn in that devotional flower
and like anthill whose firmness is feets on ground
I search under your stray leg tarry
the very ample dream uncaptured
among the swag of flowers which you adore
poetry
The ENTERTAINERS
Much as I know
He does not know
Drinking and dining
Together in difference table
Our guess
More women and children
Sitting and watching
I’d played more eyes on.
He watches me in sleight
My eye lour as so I’d drunk
But from his eyeing
Making a loupe of newness one – of life
Abrogate the little one – hope
Has by our guess
From me
ON WRECK TRAIN
Sometime they land you right
The train boarded in good faith
To carry you through when the need arises
To cross one hurdle of life to another
Though not all that look good had the eternal look
But because we’d chosen them
We would strive – wake when we should sleep
So the journey drawn from womb of time
May see light of the day
And I who wait; one dream awaiting
A moment of dawn –
May have not taken right route
That now long to escape –
This harder one – stormy
But could not find one to escape
So if I am dead before you make out with me
Look oneside of corner of your very home
There you shall find one fragrance flower
Of love I’d told you of – so often.
Things I Only Remember
I remember time when
I know not roving in backyard
Eye ever under sombrero of teen
I donot remember ever walking away one day
Except that it was hot out there
The unfamiliar road – the sun were not friendly at all
While I move still unknowingly away
I only knew I receive less attention
They do not shout at me anymore;
The watchman’s like signposts
Only aiming now at putting me on right-road
And while I proceed to procure
That thing I’d made more claim of –
Thousands dream of thousand years within the reach
I drowned deep, away from backyard
I only knew so well
Making now all that I could not know –
The movement of life
The GARDEN
Do not go wildly into that garden
Youth crave and rave at rising sun
Eyes on high, and couple with those colourful eyes
That gave birth to mirth
Do not go wildly so you may
Not trample that gentle quash
Aged close to the close of day
Make no such misadventure
Nor put such clumsy leg on that fraternal garden
You’re about to walk
SUNFLOWER
Sweet svelte flower suffuse with philanderer sunlight
How beautiful you are, intersperse
In such way that two great epic like sculpturer
Passes a fingerless hand that
Flank your angelic look soon
Shall emanate invariably
Young woman – in introspection
Dreaming, watching on façade of sunshine
Your suffuse slim anatomy, black body
Dream sunbathe in it inundate finger
But I dream of you
Sink into my dark shadow on trunk road
Roll on a foot like wraith
Along superb sun superimpose
Two image that ride away as one
On a white horse of turtle-dove
Young woman – in introspection
Dreaming of a great warrior, swain
Immerse and impact of blood of free
Who alone can break siege cloche
Of shyness supplant your free will
A slightly light from sun lounge
Reflecting stylus of your etherealness alluring here
That I dream of you
Whole, free and sublime
Turn the mystic of your virginity
Muttering in my frozen lips, eyes serenading
In cobweb of where heart is chirping
Like brood on brook. Your eyes
And the redness of love – apple on sun love-bite…
Young woman,
On bonhomie, lowborn yet with meek skin
Eyes like moonlight, lips like ribbons of scarlet
Your orange breast still undrop; how beautiful
Your look like pomegranate in sunlight
Eyes stocking the fire of dream princess
Under a arm of prince; throat – eyes
On the façade, lips cream with heartily milk
But I dream of you
Stood above my stoop, leave lips on palm
Draw it close, and again, slide
And while you stood – look on click eyes
Sunrises, and like ghost image your shyness
Dismiss – cloche siege broken
You giggling – finding a leg on this uncommon
Ground where we meet in slender chance under
Two leg plumed in plurality of love - sunlight
To a Valentine who is Faraway
To you
My radiancy
Chidinma
I take this one more vacation forever with you
To dine and wine
Hundreds mile away – far away
To the unchangeable
Of days greening – our days
Turned yellow leaf from leave
Of excessive absency
POEM; in Memory - Continued
XII
Once in my youth day
The dawn like one awaiting bus
Took me in galaxy of life. The bubbly breeze
Across render in brief the similitude of that trip
The signpost as a waiter points the route
That in inhibited location move on unhindered
But on your residence stood one giant gate
That unbar unask. I stroll in looking timid in footstep
And like bride, you come in light walk in that ornament of youth
As a landlord to take in your unusual guess
The room garnished with immutable plant, greening
That even in mutable season of life will remain green
The dining room where we dine has a column of light unquenchable
But there in that room a caretaker whose look you took
Her first smile is sunlight, but turn cloudy
When she saw, particularly the sore table; the floor
Tainted with powerful leave of love above us.
Her second eyes recall we’re teen that I took a leave
Only to wait at back door for you…
FAREWELL, … To Lagos
Mother,
Leaving assumes the hope
This night is too long
I do not know when the sun will rise
But the sea breeze, the sea breeze being so
Friendly came to tell me always to stay a few days
I have to rush to the top hill
Do not mind the heavy night
I have torchlight’s I can trace my dream
If moon too refuses to come out
The drum is rolling already, the drum
That dance tomorrow around is rolling already
I have to rush there and pick my part
Do not say I should stay till dawn; dawn
Will not come, rain has covered the heaven
O’ home give me no pet; not this time
I will be happy without you
Father,
I’m glad I will never part a tear
Not time for tear either
My feet is out there waiting for the journey
O’ brother – sister, ah, friend of my green day
None knew you but to love you
In ABSENTEE
You know it, you and i
Born same day
Naked in un-naked eyeing
Were capable of marking our each hour
With wine and meat
And yet, not bankruptcy
For we’re too rich each thoughtful
Of will to live above board
That last birthday party was to serve
Us the dinner you and I on dinette
Chosen gracefully
Yet, you left – forgotten
The set table before us to commemorate
Our ennoblement
But then
I hang love next to God
FIRST LOVE
That morning
It was first, cold drink of imagination
Passing around
That while the splash of morning levelled’s gun set out
The watchful eye watching set out too
From corridor of time
Could not tell with me
The different between sleep dream and waking dream
Nevertheless, we’re not such soothsayer
To have know if such bend on the unfamiliar route
Could lead to prominency
Moving ahead of time in the mirror on each eyes
That we’d gone a long way
Heading for a destination
Before word came – we’re needed at each home
But then,
I suppose you know between that green land embrace
There’s one flower that grow forever
ROSE
By the roadside
A shadow gleam
In incognito
In warmness of incumbent sun
I lay – by
Look astray
The lea latent launching in dark
Rose, -
I knew
None could
Marvel so in warm latitude
But
I admire
Ask her hand
Home
Where upon
Window way
Of my sun lounge
Took refuge
Spread part of hands towards heaven and rest towards
The
Strange
Room;
her
strangerness spur
but Rose –
we chat
day and night – night and day
sleep and wake
into each dream till each dream
install the insulated hope
then
she
glide
down
the window way
and
find
a
foot beside my foot
SONG; To Chidinma
It is quiet so
But, that thought were dreams, as bread
You eat and clean mouth – sway in waiting
Another same to quench appetite
Why do some then, though fall between times -
Do regurgitate self
And such, for my life, could be taken as well
Possibly by excessive loneliness from absency
But I’d let it be for you
Having standout to be seen with you
With your look as dawn – those evening in your eyes
Oh, infancy is life
Yet youth are more making such endearing one
With you
I’d stay much that to leave stray
The feet that fan this brief but fancy dream
Much as I know
He does not know
Drinking and dining
Together in difference table
Our guess
More women and children
Sitting and watching
I’d played more eyes on.
He watches me in sleight
My eye lour as so I’d drunk
But from his eyeing
Making a loupe of newness one – of life
Abrogate the little one – hope
Has by our guess
From me
ON WRECK TRAIN
Sometime they land you right
The train boarded in good faith
To carry you through when the need arises
To cross one hurdle of life to another
Though not all that look good had the eternal look
But because we’d chosen them
We would strive – wake when we should sleep
So the journey drawn from womb of time
May see light of the day
And I who wait; one dream awaiting
A moment of dawn –
May have not taken right route
That now long to escape –
This harder one – stormy
But could not find one to escape
So if I am dead before you make out with me
Look oneside of corner of your very home
There you shall find one fragrance flower
Of love I’d told you of – so often.
Things I Only Remember
I remember time when
I know not roving in backyard
Eye ever under sombrero of teen
I donot remember ever walking away one day
Except that it was hot out there
The unfamiliar road – the sun were not friendly at all
While I move still unknowingly away
I only knew I receive less attention
They do not shout at me anymore;
The watchman’s like signposts
Only aiming now at putting me on right-road
And while I proceed to procure
That thing I’d made more claim of –
Thousands dream of thousand years within the reach
I drowned deep, away from backyard
I only knew so well
Making now all that I could not know –
The movement of life
The GARDEN
Do not go wildly into that garden
Youth crave and rave at rising sun
Eyes on high, and couple with those colourful eyes
That gave birth to mirth
Do not go wildly so you may
Not trample that gentle quash
Aged close to the close of day
Make no such misadventure
Nor put such clumsy leg on that fraternal garden
You’re about to walk
SUNFLOWER
Sweet svelte flower suffuse with philanderer sunlight
How beautiful you are, intersperse
In such way that two great epic like sculpturer
Passes a fingerless hand that
Flank your angelic look soon
Shall emanate invariably
Young woman – in introspection
Dreaming, watching on façade of sunshine
Your suffuse slim anatomy, black body
Dream sunbathe in it inundate finger
But I dream of you
Sink into my dark shadow on trunk road
Roll on a foot like wraith
Along superb sun superimpose
Two image that ride away as one
On a white horse of turtle-dove
Young woman – in introspection
Dreaming of a great warrior, swain
Immerse and impact of blood of free
Who alone can break siege cloche
Of shyness supplant your free will
A slightly light from sun lounge
Reflecting stylus of your etherealness alluring here
That I dream of you
Whole, free and sublime
Turn the mystic of your virginity
Muttering in my frozen lips, eyes serenading
In cobweb of where heart is chirping
Like brood on brook. Your eyes
And the redness of love – apple on sun love-bite…
Young woman,
On bonhomie, lowborn yet with meek skin
Eyes like moonlight, lips like ribbons of scarlet
Your orange breast still undrop; how beautiful
Your look like pomegranate in sunlight
Eyes stocking the fire of dream princess
Under a arm of prince; throat – eyes
On the façade, lips cream with heartily milk
But I dream of you
Stood above my stoop, leave lips on palm
Draw it close, and again, slide
And while you stood – look on click eyes
Sunrises, and like ghost image your shyness
Dismiss – cloche siege broken
You giggling – finding a leg on this uncommon
Ground where we meet in slender chance under
Two leg plumed in plurality of love - sunlight
To a Valentine who is Faraway
To you
My radiancy
Chidinma
I take this one more vacation forever with you
To dine and wine
Hundreds mile away – far away
To the unchangeable
Of days greening – our days
Turned yellow leaf from leave
Of excessive absency
POEM; in Memory - Continued
XII
Once in my youth day
The dawn like one awaiting bus
Took me in galaxy of life. The bubbly breeze
Across render in brief the similitude of that trip
The signpost as a waiter points the route
That in inhibited location move on unhindered
But on your residence stood one giant gate
That unbar unask. I stroll in looking timid in footstep
And like bride, you come in light walk in that ornament of youth
As a landlord to take in your unusual guess
The room garnished with immutable plant, greening
That even in mutable season of life will remain green
The dining room where we dine has a column of light unquenchable
But there in that room a caretaker whose look you took
Her first smile is sunlight, but turn cloudy
When she saw, particularly the sore table; the floor
Tainted with powerful leave of love above us.
Her second eyes recall we’re teen that I took a leave
Only to wait at back door for you…
FAREWELL, … To Lagos
Mother,
Leaving assumes the hope
This night is too long
I do not know when the sun will rise
But the sea breeze, the sea breeze being so
Friendly came to tell me always to stay a few days
I have to rush to the top hill
Do not mind the heavy night
I have torchlight’s I can trace my dream
If moon too refuses to come out
The drum is rolling already, the drum
That dance tomorrow around is rolling already
I have to rush there and pick my part
Do not say I should stay till dawn; dawn
Will not come, rain has covered the heaven
O’ home give me no pet; not this time
I will be happy without you
Father,
I’m glad I will never part a tear
Not time for tear either
My feet is out there waiting for the journey
O’ brother – sister, ah, friend of my green day
None knew you but to love you
In ABSENTEE
You know it, you and i
Born same day
Naked in un-naked eyeing
Were capable of marking our each hour
With wine and meat
And yet, not bankruptcy
For we’re too rich each thoughtful
Of will to live above board
That last birthday party was to serve
Us the dinner you and I on dinette
Chosen gracefully
Yet, you left – forgotten
The set table before us to commemorate
Our ennoblement
But then
I hang love next to God
FIRST LOVE
That morning
It was first, cold drink of imagination
Passing around
That while the splash of morning levelled’s gun set out
The watchful eye watching set out too
From corridor of time
Could not tell with me
The different between sleep dream and waking dream
Nevertheless, we’re not such soothsayer
To have know if such bend on the unfamiliar route
Could lead to prominency
Moving ahead of time in the mirror on each eyes
That we’d gone a long way
Heading for a destination
Before word came – we’re needed at each home
But then,
I suppose you know between that green land embrace
There’s one flower that grow forever
ROSE
By the roadside
A shadow gleam
In incognito
In warmness of incumbent sun
I lay – by
Look astray
The lea latent launching in dark
Rose, -
I knew
None could
Marvel so in warm latitude
But
I admire
Ask her hand
Home
Where upon
Window way
Of my sun lounge
Took refuge
Spread part of hands towards heaven and rest towards
The
Strange
Room;
her
strangerness spur
but Rose –
we chat
day and night – night and day
sleep and wake
into each dream till each dream
install the insulated hope
then
she
glide
down
the window way
and
find
a
foot beside my foot
SONG; To Chidinma
It is quiet so
But, that thought were dreams, as bread
You eat and clean mouth – sway in waiting
Another same to quench appetite
Why do some then, though fall between times -
Do regurgitate self
And such, for my life, could be taken as well
Possibly by excessive loneliness from absency
But I’d let it be for you
Having standout to be seen with you
With your look as dawn – those evening in your eyes
Oh, infancy is life
Yet youth are more making such endearing one
With you
I’d stay much that to leave stray
The feet that fan this brief but fancy dream
Thursday, March 20, 2008
poetry: anthology
IN THE SUNSET
In moonlight
I saw an eyes; a pretty eyes in forgotten field
A lowbirth – loner with milk skin
Confined to that lower-world
In waiting all day long to be attached
And I saw again some eyes
Matching like soldier ant in solid night
No song, nor accompany drum, nor a single lips
To flavour the going like evening sun
Except that some unclean lips coming close
Like unpresage rain to waterdown
Their high spirit, - such drunken spirit on Babel boot
Hurled their sturdy leg away in familiar rough road
I’d wondered why most men
Had not known how bittersweet
Life is when bone meets their bone
And home, silent I kept eyes over home
Stuck at darkcorner – leg tangling – hurling
Fingers fidgeting like woman-awaiting man of the house
Ah, Lord – I cannolonger wait; waiting
Wreck to live and let live
They must have fallen on skein the long gone leg
Walking in albatross, they must have grown sore
So – I plunge over their dream align in ally
With alacrity of dawn .I’d joined the next chariot coming
To fetch that damsel dream awaiting bridegroom
And I‘d dreamt again
Tongue-tie up in limbo
In the continuum ill-blowing wind
That throws dust on their eyes
I am just analogue of you
Walking alone like wandering wind
In life albatross – lightweighted
OYIN – ILORO
Oyin-, I’d long been away from you; from you
Your arms in dignity; your lesser eyes that embraces the sun
Your breast as two footpaths; moon and I once met there
In a sleight of eyes that exchange dreams
I can smell still that rich smell of that bush
While in groping the Babel legs hunt for snail
May earn penny on next market day
Harmattern is a bringer of love
Circling round neighbouring fire
I recall our young toe when dash on stone
Is sure a ill-omen the hunt escape the snare
Legs like toad’s egg usually on snakeroad to Ojusun
I recall the taunt of girls – the young Rachael
Close to side of my stocking dream
Would come for me before the stream
O’ distance is a cancer worm that eat up closeness
But our legs lazing in dream; your dream upon my dream
Born in heart then goes out to seven hill
Where sweet maiden moon- dream all trodden
I am not the first to leave you behind, neither
Would be last…
But I’d gone for the sky;
Your dream upon my dream; two dreams
Under the foot of heaven
BECOMING A MAN
I
I left boyhood lastnight after the right
The gangan in distance is a dawn
It depthness vested in me a veritable grown leg
That I a son of the soil can take part
I left boyhood when I discovered my boots
How they suit the dance on drum roll
Of life beaten already
For Lion who cut his Jewel
I’d flaunted my bonbon at teen
Now wailing for me under that hue of youth
II
Time comes calling so soon
That I’d to put my foot forward in rectitude
Of a drawline having seen my shoulder broaden
True, all my youth suddenly were nip in the bud
It leaf – zeal greening in sunlight shrunk in setting sun
That put eternal sleep on his lids
And not quite so, do I intend to attain quick
An arm that can bear a bosom
But at the bottomline, time cast dice of manhood
On first fruit that I, playing dust
Is a father and the husband of the mother
TO MOTHER AFRICA
Go, mother go, tell West to wait
We’re coming – black brat who just grow wit are coming
With long antennae of panorama eyes
Across seven hill of excessive nincompoop
Tell her, tell her mama – to wait. We’re
Coming; no longer parasite
Tell her; tell her we’d matured
Can’t you see our broaden arms
With green hands full blossomed
Tell her – mama we’re no longer a panic-stricken crowd
Rumblers that can rubbish her; and so
Shouldn’t try to shoot us aside
Tell her, mama tell her; no borrow brain, we got brain
No longer reneging, we’re just trying
To lit lamp of love that shall preheat our prejudice
And if our coming takes delay
Tell her – going we’ll meet her
LOVE IN THE THORN
Gentle night
Once I see you climbing down heaven staircase
Your leg as heavy as Elephant tread on our land
Depilate their curtain that I saw
Our unpopular dreams dispose to tumour of life
That in that usual dance from unbeaten drum
Dragged her leg amidst hew of dust
Like echoes of Biafra in forest chest
Moon oft extend hand here
But our fellow brother before us
Fell in love with shibboleth; their legs flaunt
At us the unsavoury side of good will
Our lives, only for our lives
Upon this theatre we oft tinkle dream
But our dreams – eaten up like Bar-beach
Were on kneel beckoning for a place…
Ah, all the stars has vanished
At furrow cloud pay our sky visit
The rigour of face of a virtue woman
As harlot dragging reluctant leg
Amidst their soundless drum beaten
O’ when will the bale of burden
On her droop breast be lifted
Here our ship sailing away in deep sleazy, sea
Sallow and saucy, and lean
Into life of nobody
Weary like God’s people in strangeland…
II
The rotten egg spattered on your finest face
Untidy your feminity that boring
That subtle ship bidding for unknown
Could lure you in a nirvana
And I there stood only onlooker
Beside the sickening sea
Your broken heart, you put your broken heart
On heart of that subtle ship
And gave a flake of wave
Eyes close like day here
O’ time, wear your best attire
Bride this drunken lout
Guess whom you’ve conspired with
To put off lamp of dream leaving
My love, - our love on journey of no return
O’ weep not darling weep not
Put not our dream on uncocoon
Where no cancer worm of time could trace
Crawler too that can count their worth conceived
More riches by heart than by ornament
Keep alive our fetching carob and water not
But with milk of heart; night might be too long
But slowly and slowly
We will walk up to the rising sun of tomorrow
With boot in no lacking in might.
ROGUERY
I returned
From battle front of learning life
Head down, and leg steady in revere
The rhapsody of my broaden shoulder
I returned with a fatten smile of devotion
Swoop on floor to mop swollen pain
On head of my lady that looks outside always for hand
Only to behold her, the lout again romancing in my matrimonial home
When I knock, the door opened to a naked woman
Weenie – wheeze continuously
And full of sad story; the incester
As fat as Iroko trunk emerged; barked
Like rabid dog, but move me not
He ordered his sombi to put me
In backyard where I’m only onlooker
Of immorality going on in my Godbless home.
IN YOUR PRESENCE
In your presence
Darkwoman of Africa
I’d discovered myself, darkchild now seeing you, moonstruck in darkcorner
Lashing in sky eyes, I saw your dream, the dream of Africa
Spattered on wall; the urge cloche me
A son of the soil, playing dust
In your presence
I felt the renascence of proud warrior
Having seen arm suddenly broaden
That I gird my loin, pomp up
To bring back the weaned year, far gone
In your presence
I saw the light that goes out
The ancestral dream put off by marauder
I saw it trigger like lovers who had seen their love
In good omen in each lashing eyes
And I’d put foot on boot
To tread on discovery route ahome
CONTENDER
Full heart – heart in season
Beauty too pompous and conceit old fool like moon
Whose aim is to be as bright as sun?
You drag your woman always for a pick by man prostitute
Who does not know how to love a beautiful woman
Oh, too abash, little leave laugh in breeze
Seeing your punctuating beauty soon shall pined
Black body impudent for instant gain
But your improvidency turned to otherside
Put my leg on road untidy
Well, I am drinkably contented
That since your body is here
Your woman too could come home someday
FOR OLABISI APALOWO
In sleep
You slide here; your leg afresh
Like sea breeze came to renew infancy
Unveiled already in heaviness of leg untie well to your leg
Must you come now when
Infancy unhouse had been put off
In feet of time that called out
From a million leg faraway. Your leg
Unimaginable how they had outgrown infancy
II
Your mellifluous voice as soft as chapel’s
Were rekindling; that smile sculptured always
On your girlish face is a rising sun
Ones it comes up, it brings the culture –
When you are you and I am I, playing dust
But segregate us from the rest
You were the early love though soon pine
Such that silhouette maternal’s is sun
That threw two small shadows on wall for grown ones
I still hear those lips rippled; taunting –
But that time soon prevail over our shyness
That turns intimacy in bedrock of infancy
To one that allures blows of laugh; we’d cried
Run like ostrich and gazelle
How I love to watch you grow – becoming
A woman that outgrowth shyness that throw
That eye matches on my eyes forever.
ON THE SET OF SUN
Weep not
You foster child, who stay in sun all day
Waiting; will mama come tonight
Eyes distance like forebear clanking in dark
That cleave to pass; the burnt fire of hope
Let me kiss your silken cheek
Where scenes of backwardness – negligence all make love to life
Let me clearway and put your dead leg on life cleavage
Where you shall stumble not; hard time
When it comes in battalion you shall find comfort there
I had learnt those thousands life in clade star
I had learnt the true life groping in their darkness
And the moon, the maiden moon confirmed
I can make a home
So – lets go – I’m fully back; your blood brother is fully back
Mama is waiting, who you’re waiting here in emblem
Land of dormancy; lets be two –
Throw to light the wraith of Oyin – Iloro standing giant in dark
O’ your bloodful brother is calling on you, only you
In full emerald green of life undate among
The breast of earth where you suck one empower by eternity.
A NIGHT IN UPPER SAKPOMBA
Sun stoop to night
And roughness of Africa strew
No NEPA to dissolve her thickness
Except that some neo-eye from four legs devil
That led earth astray in ebullient
As scattered as black body on seven valley
Of dream hue-ing but only blipping
Here – and here we’re jacking leg
On stubborn stone, like our tall dream dwarf
The redlight – potholes …
The many four and two wheels devil as battle of Amazon divulge
Our anti-clock head
Hundreds leg too were not left out
AFRICA, YOU’RE TO ME A NIGHTSONG
Africa, you’re to me a nightsong
Adore, and uncrave for, or do rave about
Time as tumour you couldn’t soothe severe sore
Like tick that clinch on me while in rove
Only the rubicund of your idea face ellipse
At dawn you’d come in a light walk
Put my elegant leg on rudiment of dream
But your dream; the dream of Africa – supplant the wind
I’d walk and walk lost head in non-existence
Woman that you are a pun
Your elephantine black body ethereal place on me embargo
That I should wait till you make out with me.
THE ANCESTOR
They linger, the dead who are knowledge
Of lineament of life pale to the face
The life whose greenness turned yellow
They lingered, the dead amidst green grass
Longing for breath so the feet
On for eyric may complete the journey of death.
And their legs, their legs on that foreign land
Reach for heavengate but heavengate remains fortified
They knock and knock, and knock
Till faithless a lips quiver – turn their look
On pack of idle loafers on corridor of the glasshouse
Throwing stone at man on street whose heart is pounding
Or rather afraid if retort may shatter that mirror
That might ravage his tanned skin
They wail, the dead – wail, and wail in awkward
But their wailing were never heard here
So their leg as life on journey were all screwed-up
TIME OF YOUTH
Now I return as a creeper
Where I’d part not
For man, his trodden led as two cripplers
Keeps one another on the last leg
And I am returning as aged, but youth
Life – criterion of a total conversion
Having seen what they see; voodooed
By tumour of same life; the sore of eyes
And the decomposition of all ventilation of teen
Sucking in that maternal yard the sugarcane of life
I can only see sunrise timelessly
Roving round Oyin-Iloro in a cross section
That I, a small shadow like streak on Ojusun laze one day
Abandoned self on layout of her prettiness
That suddenly I summersault into pool of dream
SEGREGATION
Do you not remember the lamp of life
You told me son it shall never quench
Planting mango that shat bear fruit in all season on frontyard
Time, it whistle soon to the dawn
That rumbles pass our yard where it clothe
In proliferating wind flows back; I cut unknown
Double portion – dream
Turn whimsy in your presence – lackluster
And you nolonger know there could a jackpot of it
Be among your little laddie laden with bend life
For meaned hand unlimited
And if for time, I, on mettle rumble pass
The bridge between black and white
So when I go, I shall go; dress in their avalanche dream
Avail me but exchange not with yours, aweigh
Whenever sunrises in east
It’s the coming of my leg; life must not forget
The primal, and carmine of youth
Whenever you see a shadow underneath
That mango tree, go there, I would be waiting
Provided is leaves is greeny, so when I come
With sun – would have home to land my acquired dream
SUNSET IN AFRICA
To wish is dream, but to dream a wish true
Is a sun dawn of this giant bridge unbroken
Where they pass to acquire our land; our land
Sold to us with stained penny
But because it shall bring us shoulder to shoulder
Our dream – acme when sun first come, we wake
Shuttle between their sibilance’s
But hampered beyond repair
The penury tree implanted amidst us
Grow unbound, the amoral hands
On mantle keeps the watering
And all bend on road reveal panorama –
Of our swirling in dark image, bold
The audible leg of it procure our privacy
There ‘s no more brain who know better
To give light to all that concrete a tall wall
Whose gate barred on us giant as tallest Philistine
Here the little thing shadow
Going always before us
A cross once turn up it toes
But rise again in land of penury.
ON NUDE OF MY FATHER’S PORTRAIT
Father, when your quiverless lips came
To ask if you’d ever walk this path
I saw your tears; your antiquity tears on me
Your requiement tousling on your look-path
Now upon palm; your slight smile dead alive
Ah, that paternal smile like sunrise – unset
Father; I can tell, - truly I can tell I am that live
That once goes out but now find a leg to set
THE CALL
The call came at a scene before dawn
That genial call from meagre complexion of sun
Meandering, the path of affiliating morning
Awaing teen leg to gird loin
And walk down tantamount dream blinking in kindred eyes
And night beckoning sunlight to tarry
But I’d put on boot awaiting like shrunk tree in dried harmattern
For it torrential in womb of cloud
Dawn timbre – tigress dream warbling in yippee
Clanking self, awaiting clanking still – awaiting
It leg jive self in laureate of claque from our ancestor; two ancestral voice
Calling in classic dark two inbred leg
To tap a toe, their two toes drawn from fancy womb of ideal time
But the tarry sunlight submitting to night pleading
Three Graces in love were close apart
IDLE MOON
Out on that street afar, your feet gallant and cute
Gently tread like youngdeer on pothole road
But here stumbling in tarred one
That looks – to you a thorn of yellow coronary
And if for the antic I’d pick my leg worn with wating
Weep no weep – fence no fence of cyanide around me
It cut and dried our incompatible
Infest by dark shadow of unfaithfulness
Though you’re glad I’d played the man for you a woman
Who on kneel trade my love for gain
But your love on contour eyes always turn off love corona
Yet I held out hands that erase incessant humiliation
Brought to us for the fate of our twoness
But if for year sun rises
That I must go
If a hand I could not give again
Weep no weep – fence no fence around the path
I may follow – I unwander lust
Shall nolonger wait and till you make up with me
TO A DARKWOMAN WHO’S CHILD IS LEAVING
He will return he will soon return
She blew the smoking fire of hope
Sitting behind – eyes rheumy – languor
But not queasy, or quell
For child of dust on threadbare of time
Tootling will soon return
And not so long came the hungry mouth
Tootles and stride with impending hope
That no whitelie could strain
But at your fuddy-duddy fudge
And the grimace that silhouette his merriness
You splurge but are demerit in leg
That moves nearer the pot on frenetic fire
Listening to clanking of covered pot of desire
Your grimace
And the knowledge of stone tentatively
That devoured parenthood
And fire of hope goes out.
WE WERE TOO COMMON
We were too common a mankind to God
To have seen lots of his hands like sun
That is reek from his reach
And for a megalomania
We unknowingly removed our hat, bow
And again walk into the dark
THE CARETAKER
For my sake you went up hill
My broken dream, to mend my broken dream
Whose eyes sore like dog in morning
My dream scattered like Africa roaming about
In land of man of man
For my sake upon make
I place hope in you; the hope of Africa
Leg feckless in preen laps of West
But for your sake; only your sake
My dream so unpopular, you placed in righthand
And for my sake, but for for my sake
You drank delight wine with milk
Fallen head over hill – hand too now broaden
Gathers all manners meant for you and me
No leftover to quench this hunger
Your skinboot too in sunlight dazzled me
Well, I’m bellyful, just bellyful
Once you’re not constipated I too I’m not ulcer
Under this wanton beam-end
EUROPE
When Europe came, Europe came
Just as a dawn, her delicate eyes lashing of multitude of love
Is a moon that our land prickles were allotted her to cultivate
But while she came, she came
Chalk on right hand – cudgel on dark left hand
Knowing darkchildren running in splash bush could be too
Death to live - to learning the funfair of full-grown moon
Tolling from infancy
And when she left, she left
Turn sunlight here, but our hedonist
Even in her foible left footprint
Turn the fundamental light aside that gave night
A pace amidst our land swamp of penury
Then Europe return not to aid but raid
Having seen our fortune unseen…
IN A BALCONY…In memory – Ikeja Bomb blast
Supposing I kept my impregnated rabid dog
At peace from age to age, and till age
Lie unrattle under that unmuttering sky
If I donot hurt her
Would she hurt me?
II
If for our lives we chose to take one
That’s not ours that we may
As life enchantment, and for demi-god
But becomes man dead to human
So is it, - man is a measure of all things
That even in kilowatt of prejudice
Does clank down the wheel of life.
THE GIANT OF AFRICA
When she was born, the little lass
Not as a free born, but as a free born as other
Except for necklace around her neck
Lade on eyebrow that calls her to the fore
To lift the flag of life
Though she too has scars
Incurred in course of birth
But on night of birth, light were traversing
Amidst her kin – too kinky
So she died soon and was buried without grave
Only a coffin on air
All that looks too sees
Her, the black hope – svelte
A well-to-do howling gale
That would have shouldered with other broaden shoulder
But never chose to live
SONG OF SORROW
Today
I’m the oddest walking in dark corner
Amidst the hue of man - deflower; servitude
Under a roof whose frontview caved ancestral name
I had lived life I ought to live
Dispatch dream under the sky
But my dream, all my dream were falling underneath
The awry and mute – puce promise
And no more gun to shut again
For ages passed – time as youth
Climbed rapidly like smoke, the threadbare of time
That had fallen prey
I had since become an enigma and no single emerald
To see through tall leafy tree standing between
To cut across, I lurched but was push aside
But for all that passed, all that shall pass
He’ s a epitome of a dream! An epitaph
That shall only come up on forehead of time
After the night…
COUNTRY MAIDEN
Abuja
You’re maiden
The country rubicund, and I am delighted
To see you too are delighted
Competing with world pageant
But does it mean because
You’re in public eyes you couldn’t
See to sorrow like tick your kin’s skin
Why were you full of forgetfulness?
That you’re biting the finger that fed you
Don’t you think maid too that cook meal
For madam deserves to dine on diny
TO A NEW NIGERIA
Today I saw you – you for the first time
Mother drew you close; you fill that window way in amazing
Your look – infant in that jaunty hat like loupe
Marvel in greeting sunlight
That I wanderer lust saw in a blip your gem
Ina pink cheers on that small world
Your small smile is sunshine
That kicks off the day from blues
But not all of you I could see; but scent of your youth
Come close, - and I’m proud and thankful
Your intimate eyes with mothers intertwine with mine
Would I have ladder, would reach
And grab your maternal hand …
COLUMBINE
As if her life is merely a totem tabooed to touch
This convoy of beauty like wave
Running in flash delight amidst Lokoja
In a wavy silver band and delight creek
Through Delta and across
This snowy nightdress of a darkwoman
Reek with crystalline of decency
Around her etherealness only for love arousal
But opt in our dark eyes that look aside affectionately
To woman we could not tell how she passes her day
Leave two genuine breath that beget a beloved child,
A reminiscence of one love
Perch on each shield of each shoulder
But were left only for coltish out of wedlock
And if we could in trace discard our twoness
Amidst the fertile flower of eyes on array
If we could look for a blip the genuineness heralded
With beginning of home – made love
And camaraderie of a new beat that will
Forever hoist the heart of flora and fauna
And this incompatible were push aside
To make love genuinely to deflower Delta
Every land will become a bed of rose.
A WATCH OF THE NIGHT
We’re not born in to dark exposure that in light
Should play plaintiveness
We big children of no lesser dream
Dashing in lashing colour dark – eyes sore and broken head
Burn camp fire a night ago in no lesser harmony
That now turn to go again
We who are not ashamed to face the world
Pacify shameless hands mud with mud of our own life
We who littered the earth present
With stronger muscle – broader shoulder; eyes on sky
Do diminish to face the sun of our own hunting wraith
And the night; the haunting night
Sorting out-self during our day laze about
To clank down the dawn
When in insensitiveness, the termite liger underneath
In bulk of bauble dream to inseminate our dream
Found by chance at doorstep longing to be wooed.
THE GALE
And when sand are lamenting
Stiff-earth are traveling
Alone! Alone, in a lone pain so penurying
The gale is passing
And when eyes of earth
Are sore and sallow underneath
Like room full of dog-breakfast
The gale is walking across the earth
And when young earth were shown the way home
In disarray, leg groping for lady of home
Tree bowing – twisting, bowing – twisting – come
The familiar spook; her genius apparel rove round our home
THE MOON IN THE BUCKET
Merriness and munching menu might have led them astray
But they did what they did within the brow
To gather each wit in one basket
And throw it necessity in lubricious bowel
Of whose finger is enticing them in his lucifering eyes
In ale inn thatch and richly thatch
They sat that sat for our mind; but for palmy
Each talk went with liquor - hat down,
Pauper lips quivering like lunatic
The palmy sharing is a small laugh
That do mellow their shoulder when puffing
And little by little, palmy drank dried
They puff up, ‘we no go gree’, then another pass
But night comes – one after one, pauper hat
Went it place; they yawn, and yawn uncontrollably dust their shame
‘Look the moon in bucket’, the eldest
‘Moon! - Moon in bucket, o’ moon in bucket; guff. He saw the moon
I saw the moon too’ – they laugh amicably
Went with a wit-full mind to meet again
A SONG FOR ART
Art is long! Art is long!
And time is not it goal
This still long old bold mahogany
That threw it body against rising sun
The gale while on tod to embrace threw
Dust on each eyes; north and south molested
Art is long! Art is long!
And time is not it goal
I dream a simple dream of camaraderie
Abuja suddenly turn eyes on us
And their shoulder high sheathed to beat the long barrier
I dream I saw in that luminous dream
The cleans of pellagra, we blew panpipes
Some sway still like obese
To turn down the light, our new acquired life shining
Art is long! Art is long!
And time is not it goal
Prance years splash in brief, and camera the year
That awake the sleeping eyes; the feet
Like speaking silence Obelisk famed the neon- year
Jive in drunken delight of it meandering
Children scattered as in chased locust but titrating
In new found life cladding in aged eyes
Art is long! Art is long!
And time is not it goal
The obdurate hand holding his sword
His prejudice eyes eyeing the onlooker, but the throng
Holding candle coming in picturesque-ness
When they came, erosioned him
Mix him with them and the dream is done
ELABORATE SIGININGS
POEM, IN MEMORY – CONTINUED
I
Make out with me, old time
This uninspiring journey of man
Circumvent, - set the eyes on core sun
Whose hand in citation
Unleashed on flower of heart; shrink and drop off
II
To time, our legs plying the road unknown
Is a creek amidst the reeds; and weeds
That dampens it make helm of a conqueror will
That in all, our dreams moving onward and backward as episode
And our little life, an enviable epitaph
On forehead of time shall come up, alone
When in sleep-awake, our dreams surrounded with sleep
Shall shriek of eloquent ardournment
And will bubbly across universe
III
Go not to the rarest, perfect love, o’ my perfect love –
On chariot; for idle time wheeling away
Like night when light first come up in steadfast
Your beauty, such beauty as ros-marinus
On toe performing the last respect
Tattoo this toddler leg on road
And in love of home; but for love of home
Despised outward to follow on your homeland
IV
Mush as we had never lived; live
To watch from near – sight the incoming one incomparably
Look them hauling to one dark corner of dark side
Life as cork that crow when is not yet dawn
For two seafarer to sail on dream sea
But seasick I am, aloner on sea becalmed, screwed up
For the punt when I gird on getting down is not easy
To see the sea level like our dreams aboard
I scared once in swallowtail
To face this full-face so rare; reared
By time and legful eyes
Or so brave to unpave for the tave sea
To take it course since in postmortem of long gone leg
I only see in that absence your excessive presence
V
Much as we could live, but living
In post-natal endemic of breathe post dated –
Unseat the two compatible seaters, - on love seat
But he waits to fight other day that put to flight –
In a renew same old conquest
The true-blue tree for time being
Grow unbound amidst ornament of this society
But in true ornament of their society
The great treasure trove buried unknown
Growing on river bank of time, and in an unknown
VI
To watching our legs, how they rove uncommonly
Is not so weird, or do they were
Only an image born out from sighing of the wind
Look the year leap amidst in the colour rainbow
That culture of permanency like sculpture
When they sigh – the star, the tale is understood
Look the lamp how it balance our two dark image on wall
Only barricaded against external eyes
VII
New land have I not found
That from convent of your unadulterated woman
It numerous vase invariable for me
Should requite from chase; but chastity is I
Chortle still amidst deserted desert in tipsy
To requiem the corotura of dream now on tumour of time
And where you seem run; if for nun
But your chaste breast ripening, and the contingency
Like bud at dawn shall long for fondling
It shall be lass again in traipsing
Or rather a prodigal down at heel under a cypress
Queasy that I shall be quelled and stumbled unknown
Could then that all my lost man be requiem
Hence my leg will be on your trail.
VIII
Not for the bias you left this peach, greeny
Nor the profusely breath un-impend
For body and soul, as twin turret
Embrace that pattern when it callout
The peach greening as it is
I came just at a moment of dawn
Hoping my worn leg may seek death knell
And no eyes, nor audible leg; only a dawn chorus
But at rare, nearer ends of popular-side
An eye, queer only onlooker of prominent peach
And when I come, you gird with me
Two team toasting eyes before the whistle
But left untold…
IX
Light; and the cinema began
Before the time
While in assemblage audience troupe in and troupe out
The stager at nearer ends ordered well
As seen on similar cast on tip-top
Of attainment to count their chickens after hatch
But for incongruity audience
Our legs teen and puerile on this stage
Fell on limit of time
Our dream in lime green
Were dragged into their pandemonium
That thrown out the light
Luckily, none was hurt
But we were gone only to meet in curtain
X
It comes to you as it comes to me in steadfastness
This reverie by clink of a clock-clime
Climbing dawn the tree of friendliness
To gird on giant one
Having seen our two legs as one match like twin breast
The foetus dream implanted unaware
Suddenly reach for birth
When all our incompetence; all our human incompatible
Suddenly melt in it warmth sunshine
But on this climactic walkway, our conversion
Fell imperatively on wary watchful eyes
That later shook the giant tree, leafy
And on floor of life, our innate leg together
Were closed apart…
XI
Consider the swallowtail how it still glow
In varieties even in that abject love; the wind
Rendering dust of laughless world of no tree
The plaintive grass in dried hamattern
Stretching hand in abject drop, but dew gave one
And I have seen been that swallowtail
Taint with stain of youth
When in drop my tall grass as shelter were denied of drop
Yes as a pet canary whose lover
Is ten thousands leg away –
Will tootles and tootles in a wheel of hope
While you will go – but return…
XII
Once in my youth day
The dawn like one awaiting bus
Took me in galaxy of life. The bubbly breeze
Across render in brief the similitude of that trip
The signpost as a waiter points the route
That in inhibited location move on unhindered
But on your residence stood one giant gate
That unbar unask. I stroll in looking timid in footstep
And like bride, you come in light walk in that ornament of youth
As a landlord to take in your unusual guess
The room garnished with immutable plant, greening
That even in mutable season of life will remain green
The dining room where we dine has a column of light unquenchable
But there in that room a caretaker whose look you took
Her first smile is sunlight, but turn cloudy
When she saw, particularly the sore table; the floor
Tainted with powerful leave of love above us.
Her second eyes recall we’re teen that I took a leave
Only to wait at back door for you…
XIII
Such bouquet of life I have never asked;
That was on walkway presented to me
So the eyes like inferno set high may return mutual one
To mammoth men awaiting love
But such the world gives - do retrieve
Not care how it mars their match
Or do they as one eyesore score a mark
On dream that wheel unbound.
And whereupon the remaining of that gift live
But in eye – mind would wheedle the feet
XIV
To see one chariot of life wheeling in unbound glory
The world would want to see, or to school, or to emulate
The rendering of it gear
But on eagerness stumble on them unknown
So as most dream that may excel
But time and death as one community
Puff up in archery to the less Armour one
Whose only Armour is a perfect harmony –?
May in thunderstorms of such fly spear take to heel?
And as we, most dream most men
Do not give life to while in light disarray
May exchange self in that dark balcony
But shall turn baluster in vale of life
So the leg turned each way may return unlost
XV
At dawn
I dream a simple dream
But as bamboo shoot, such stuff dream were made of
The human pest awaiting like bail
And my dream as one caravan in center garden
The rare gate joins two-barricaded wall against outwardness
At inside she seems to move everywhere
Watching her, the ornaments of youth spur
Like sunset beach, her eyes awesome
Is a tabernacle; I worship there always
Even at belly-less; for to see her, my lady
In uncommon contourment of configuring it sweeting me
But in lap of time my uncommon dream dashing amidst common man
Were thrown out of light
The couch where I sleep to dream were scattered
Trying to rearrange the vacuum room
I push across the rogue piece of cloth that tainted it
Like dried leave drop in dried hamattern
Set the bed that I may sleep, and dream another dream
But pebbles of dropped sand from far off
Leg clinches on my leg that I could never
Go back to bed now lapsed
XVI
Bridal dream of sovereign light galaxy
Live amidst the roofless, or in dark balcony
Playing ancestral, or only progenitor monument
To them that shall sleep and dream uncommon dream
And in eyeing of you head grope like boozer
Since in nest of time I’ve seen
The renascent of my first sleep in full bloom
Particularly, half our lives lived in death – live
So our leg, lend out might all return
Your same audible leg live in dark
Keep up appearance, but in Diaspora live
Turn the myriad footprint and nominal value
To them that place it on right palm
Beauty pompon and immutable here
That I duff my head to deify and pass all night
Under it blanket that alternate sleepless one
XVII
To live and to die, but die to live
Are one furlough of life nominee to infuse all inhibit ingress
One life defeated at one battle unprepared
Or, perhaps that takes to heel but on few feet away wait
Like hunting when hunter first boomed
The dead, when going make no noise, or fret
But prance with leg heavy
That does not go far – and behind the wall
Or by same gate wait in non-existence
That the inmost leg would walk up like fly into gossamer
And time when menace of eater worm were put out
They jive, the dead amidst the life unlived
Now amidst the host of Gabriel – fresh-face
Renascence from scene of absence; and presence
New as a day the jocund leg would wake up to it gate
Then enter his eternal sunshine
XVIII
I wish but as world it were not so large
Or so – small as caravan, and contain us not
But as large, we were too farther
Two cold hearts shivering in sunless
I would it were a leafy tree greening
So two legs may stay to play each way
To life gallery hue of galaxy –
Love you fifty years behind the loveline
Of our gazed balcony whose
Inward long preserved as Mary might
Beget unusual one
So two infertile breast awainting ripening
Might walk up to it cuddling
Then I will love you hundred more years
After – make the rest love between constant as northern star
XIX
To see you look so – like one rare Nature
My eyes lour as so I’d drunk
But only with your eyes that change not for palmy
For to see you look so – outstanding
I duff my hat, bow to him
Whose sculpture hand complete in that clay league of beauty
Your look like a fairytale; eyes, lips – ah your breast undrop
How would I say? – They look so
In tale of one amazing tale of perfect creature;
A gift package over two thousand years back
To he who shall make more woman of you
XX
Chidinma, young and ardourn
Sigh not when night comes, or when in peak
While you sigh, your sighing is integral breeze
It shall smack my man
My soul like eagle shall soar and may
Not find you amidst night like barricaded wall
Nor should you ever quail while walking the garden
To see you tearing, they shall flinch
The joyous garden; and what profit then
Happiness when Flowers of life shrink and toss off
And while you shall, my soul as a bee
May die of hunger.
Donot as when dawn comes
Lay as hen of running stomach
To see you in cold flinch
My soul as cock crowing may dance and dance
In vain round that ornery that unveil yieldness
Or so should ever shut at bird
You might not know which my soul
As songbird present; to see bird on each
Way is a rareness
That as constant as northern star
I shall in absence be in your presence
XXI
To see my bloom camomile turn pale
I fear once if I so would ever crave for another
Or so dashing in sunrise eyes that would shift gear
Turn my eyes on core sun while the wheel
Of life is shifting to higher gear
The head grope – but my life is total fault
I have rave too mush of such outstanding myriad leg
A shadow like walking stick but mixed with night
I thought so – chasing breast is good as chasing
Dream butterfly ardourn in fertile eyes
So I’d in wanderlust gird my loin in pursue
Of two great Nature twin – seems turn wind.
What fate await now as one purpose – running
Life in flash delight is toppled?
Or should I so - intrepid to affirm battle’s life
As when one is lost you gird the loin with second hand
To overrun the other
I fear – so; head turnaround in loggerhead –
To think life goes on while it purpose renege
Is having some small smile turning it chariot to wheel in high intense
But I, as myth tootling round this circle
May fail, or so shall succeed-
And to think well of it – my life is only a rolling coin
Once fall on wrong side, but shall turn other side.
WAITING
IRONY; - OF LIFE
Who - is that
Other eyes beside you
Walking on our walkway
Enticing you. Leg whirling in rendition
That in sunlight set the scene
That wheel unbound
But our infant dream in dark
I had no doubt - the luminary scene
Is toking of our two matched leg.
While I stared sidelong the life boulevard
When I count the leg
It was you and I
Weird leg solemnizing
Our sectional dream second to none
But while I look again
Into that nimbus of life, liased
An eyes, I saw such eyes giant
In your otherside
Stocking with laugh - lips that rips
Our infant dream
Like bud awaiting the sun’s fingers
I donot wish to know
Whether man or woman
Who - is that
Other eyes
Always on your side
TO MY HEART
When I saw you requiting last night
Eye sore – attire tore, and pervading
Smell of love left to loose
From battle
Fought and lost
I could not hug you
To lift fallen year
Nor dry contour tear - convoy
Of beauty eaten up by love termite
I could not ask-
Why such sudden returning
When sun like our prominent dream
Shine still in mirror dark
And while I look again sun goes dawn
Sleet in your eyes, hamattern on your lips
The meandering wave of requiem passion that weave
Hand upon your pale face
Knowing well you’re back whose dream is dead
II
I loathe you, my heart
This several season
Of going and coming
Aren’t your leg worn walking that pothole
Now little love
Playing around
Had left
Well
Lets sit now to talk in brothernes
You and I
How to make out
The oiling of that lantern
Woman’s love upon that stand
Blowing in gale
Lets talk now – lets talk our intense life
Lean unlegato
Mirror eyes turning sombre
And if you so
Turn deaf and dump
I so roving in love-lorn
Shall shift gear, and turn my way
WAITING
Life;
Soothe me not to wait till sun return
Let me rise – so I’ll be rise. Set leg on real road
The day is dawn – let me troop the colour
Of dream contourment – hefty with impedimenta
I’m typsied, do not say I should wait a day
See my broaden shoulder how redness it hand
Tossily to take hold of calabash and join kindred hand
To water that tree – soul of black
In dry hamattern
So at any fierce eyes of sun
We may find endless shelter in her abode
BARBEACH
When first we met
Your eyes
Glittering and shimmering in sunlight
Pleases my soul
That I spanned girlishly, giggling
On desire that swirl across
To see you look so your finery face
One Nature in love - awaiting her lover
I walk up close intrigued by your urging smile
I felt your youth lips moist – cling on my dried lips
Slides rigorously that leaving assumes
Eating a forbidden fruit
But it weren’t so - ringing bell of heart at first meeting
So weird - it’s too weird
I could not know if I love you so
But your heart keen, and my heart spilling touch each youth
While I went away but return
To ask yours genuinely, but yours
Slain – the inferno of eyes
The puffing of breast
What could that hatchet mean?
Or are you going to war?
What happens to my love? Tell me! Tell me!
MY ONLY DREAM
Chidinma distance –
Chidinma nearer –
Chidinma Leap to the eyes
The meandering maxim of dream league
Of legato
Of a flowing blood
In life stream
No wonder mother-in-law -
Dawn
Wag in tale her buttocks seen that
In that brief eclipse
Sun would transcend night
Make their terrain amidst their kindred leg
The skylark you’re; a soft song
Huffily inside that cathedral
That Babel leg – hands brawling but
I recognized still the entail resonating lips of my belle
Disgorging
In ecliptic the eloquent
Of dawn embodiment
That I crawling
Suddenly disperse leg amidst the starry
Emanating sea breeze
You’re - walking
In gorgeous
Amidst the full-grown garden
Frumpy leave
Ticklish reach for nirvana
The groping leg
I am
That full-grown garden
Once deflower
In dried hamattern
You’re
The scent of my scentless hibiscus
I am
The pale red
Taking refuge on fugue
Of your
Image
Fulfilling the inbred dream
Where I
Walk and walk
And never had been
Weary
THE FULLMOON
So ladylike, the fullmoon when put on boot for a walk
The lady in waiting to draw the curtain
That in that colourful festivity winsomely in dark
Dawn princess would make out with night lucifering matrimony
That thrown down league of beauty accrue two
Cold heart shivering in sundown
When she talks, no leakage in her lips
Neither too lofty, her maturity shows
Her life within a true life
That sister stars could emulate
While she looks or so smile
She is a gem amidst the aurora
The myriad footprint of radiant light
That turns night apart
But while she comes like dawn winnower
Blowing chaff off our drunken existence in dust wistful wind
No noticing, so she’d gone hide underneath
Pregnant cloud so the touts
Who had lost head on path of incest
Might be not inclined to their mesmerizing
ROSE
By the roadside
A shadow gleam
In incognito
In warmness of incumbent sun
I lay – by
Look astray
The lea latent launching in dark
Rose, -
I knew
None could
Marvel so in warm latitude
But
I admire
Ask her hand
Home
Where upon
Window way
Of my sun lounge
Took refuge
Spread part of hands towards heaven and rest towards
The
Strange
Room;
her
strangerness spur
but Rose –
we chat
day and night – night and day
sleep and wake
into each dream till each dream
install the insulated hope
then
she
glide
down
the window way
and
find
a
foot beside my foot
LOVE SONG
Do not love me, o’ love
Like moon, for the moon
Jiving the sky
In glorious ornament
Grows from grace to grass
Nor like sun that drag night to feet
Yet bow to same night at night
Nor like mirror you look always; insensate mirror
Incline as yonder dream – famous
Love shall kiss air alone
Nor like seed allured
Yet fall on wayside
Love me like your blanket –
As in dream you dream, two inclement dream
Shall be warmth up
Like a tree at seaside, greening
That drank the sea, and sea knows not it drank the sea
Like little rill that clad over mother
Mixed with her ad infinitum
Two legs jiving shall stand by
Under the unchallenged melody
That singout rhythm of tomorrow
IN YOUR EYES
In your eyes
A river flows
Lapping
Lour eyes drained
Languor in it landslide
In your palm
A lilac sprouts
Swallowtail leaps
Halfway in hallmark, it hallowed lips
Canoodling in air
In your shadow sprightly
Sun in canoodling
Lashes in antics a eyes
That alternates two images
And in your eyes
A fine ferry punt
Sail –by
Two hands – passenger waving
Whose look is you and with me.
COLOUR OF YOUR LOVE
Warbling – the sway totem
Your stylish colonnade
Communioned in immutable ornament of youth
How fragrant
Your cologne
Cohere in inundate meandering
And contouring before
Only one amidst the lettuce of men
Your eyes meek and moral
Soft as a sigh
Your swathed red lips like bud
Awaiting sunkiss
Your svelte supple body
Sunscreen
Breast
Like apple
In a singlebite
I felt love colostrums
Teen
Suddenly
Bubbling into adult
When you put out a leg
Your leg
Is a rising spring –
Dawn
Of life aperture
That delights mother earth
And in
Me
Tend whale of appetite
OUT GOING MOON
Will you return tonight
Now that you’re going again
But if sun turns it back
I know you wouldn’t like night
Nor does like walking it
But duty, duty hurls your tireless leg
Always on this inherited path that wince our dream
You couldn’t care either
The eyes left to feel life sore
That halt hallmark of hallowed one
And for all I care
Though we’re becoming hardened underfoot
That third mouth tread freely, but I will wait
To drink in falling that might cripple your leg
But if in rain – and to undrain
You outstay welcome there
My heart shall bleed in front of night
UNAPT for Sylvia
You sang of dawn
Spring sunshine
Deflower flower chortle a dance
You sang of wood
Uplifted
Glum bird wags tail
You sang of brotherness
Gliding
down to dawn of life
I
A swain
Gird the loin
That in that sunlight may tap toe
But you swallowed all
The insurmountable melody
Before my very eyes
MEDLEY
I
For you
Chidinma
The undying spring of youth
I will wait not as a gypsy – on caravan of time
And till the cloud rolls by
II
In first season of life when we met
As in dream seems to have seen
In that louvre, a dove – emblem
Our time of life at lowtide but fled
But in upcoming season, it greenlight
Turned red shall return green
III
Put on your boot, my troubadour
And tap with me a toe among greenside of life
For as in love, as dew of the sea
Our two legs set on safest tour
Shall in dream and hope dance into eternal sunshine
IV
Place me not beneath your eyes
Running river of time amidst this piece of work
Eleven-fold epitome of paradise
So while it noble hand shall come up
To tame or tickle old time I may
Be in line with your woman eyes
V
Under evening sky of Africa
The moon
You could hear us singing
Two blinking eyes in night
Catching by
The bliss – sermonizing self
You could hear us in ticklish delight
Two images mixed with the night
When plying cloud took off
VI
We ‘re the one they are singing
The brood on brook bank
Home – home, come again o’ to home
The visiting torrential is over sun had rising
Gardens are greening
Come home, o’ come home
To make your erde head live again
VII
Come home, o’ come home
Lady, my dear lady, come home
The clock just strike right
You said you ‘re coming before the night
Once you are done there
Come then to daring for here
VIII
Seating on Idanre-top one day
A nature like aircraft rove by in brief
Eyes young and alive
And Idanre, seems to reach everywhere
Has been to me window, and life
A drawn blind that I’d
In you a view of unadulterated world
IX
Go not from me, Chidinma, o’ Chidinma
Not that while you go I could go from you
Nor while you go I cannot follow
But that while you go, you may go for me
Make your journey the journey
That while I go for you shall meet you
X
Distance, o’ distance
I sing of you
Who ‘s nearer when we’re in love
Clime clock cline on two summer eyes
I sing of you
Clinger distance
Your connive leg; there you go
Like little rill
When out of love, and never return
XI
Song that ornaments soul
Infest but a step aside mankind
Turn their gear wisely even in Sahara
Once in there fancy leg that can jive along lives
JULIANAH, MY MOTHER
Dark woman
My mother woman of Africa
You whose back bend
Tilling the earth
Growing grain
for harvest ah, that harvest
eaten up
by hungry belly brimming your eatless belly
o’ my mother
You whose dream
under blanket heaven wend
amidst there whiff - life puff
and dwell
in a whisker-
yet took the bull by horn
that we
bush children
accustom snake road
ah, lazing on Ojusun
we have seen nothing of that moon
you told us roving there
Julianah, my mother woman of Africa
O my mother, Julianah!
Dark as ebony
That heavy sun
Like evil cosmetic
were blindfolded lazing on your black body
I ardour you
O Julianah, my mother, o’ my mother
Whose breast is sun
I
Often
Dry
tear
of
youth
Dark woman whose man
Suddenly
left on field
And none heard of him -
of him
again
Julianah, o my mother
You’re a moon
Unto my path
City wiry
Where I come from
Going by the way
Of our life
Tumble down it lashing dust
That sores your beauty
Black beauty interfaith
But I
Your son who saw a small moon
Blinking in night
had gone for the night
To pluck that light, - that light
Far
Far
Plant it here
Here
Here
That you too
My mother,
Who
Could not write
your name
ah, your name,
Julianah, o’ Julianah
But Onye---
Ah, Onye-----,
My mother I could not remember
Your name
You name ah, your name
Constance to my birth
But Julianah
Julianah
Ah, Julianah, we’re too common
Here
Here
To one another
Since I’d been
Far
Far
From your heritage
TODAY, I SAW DAINA RETTURNING
Today, I saw Daina returning to heaven
Kneel on earth the oldest book on bosom patched
She pray – daina pray to pass true heaven
To put out serpent egg hatched
Already – and so be tweak under hand of deepsky
She stoop, daina stoop beneath the blood- eyes languor under the cross
And I saw home wheel shifting gear and wheel by
A wayside of haven when she fall at last on feet of most sufferers cross
LIMERICKS
Mans call me woman, I donot bubble
Nor mind being too humble
Their tree of meekness, tree of handsomeness, and tree of smileness
I had climbed. Now they say that’s me – less
But I could not climbdown to climb their me
II
A wanderer wanders along mammoth man
They say who is he, that going man
But in other road found him with two look
One was his handwork one was his look
They say he’s beautiful man he got a dream
III
An aged singing, take out black man’s burden
Seating underneath leafy tree by roadside underneath sky leaden
Another by same form singing we want to go home
The nearer an eyes who is on his way home
You are you the burden; take up your walking stick…
IV
I do not want to be nearer to you
No not now to meet you
Your sweet lineament
While you leave lips in my lips in a moment
I’d drowned; says the teen lover
BECOMING A MAN
FELIX ORISEWIKE SYLVANUS
DEDICATION
TO YOU
MY MOTHER, JULIANAH
WHERE
I’D SUCKED EXCITEMENT OF YOUTH
YOU ‘RE TO ME,
EVERY MOTHER IN THE WORLD
CONTENTS
BECOMING A MAN
IN THE SUNSET
OYIN – ILORO
BECOMING A MAN I-II
TO MOTHER AFRICA
LOVE IN THE THORN I-II
ROGUERY
IN YOUR PRESENCE
CONTENDER
FOR OLABISI APALOWO I-II
ON THE SET OF SUN
A NIGHT IN UPPER SAKPOMBA
AFRICA, YOU’RE TO ME A NIGHTSONG
THE ANCESTOR
TIME OF YOUTH
SEGREGATION
SUNSET IN AFRICA
ON NUDE OF MY FATHER’S PORTRAIT THE CALL
IDLE MOON
IN A BALCONY
TO A DARKWOMAN WHOSE CHILD IS LEAVING
WE WERE TOO COMMON
THE CARETAKER
EUROPE
IN A BALCONY I-II
THE GIANT OF AFRICA
SONG OF SORROW
COUNTRY MAIDEN
TO A NEW NIGERIA
COLUMBINE
A WATCH OF THE NIGHT THE GALE
A SONG FOR ART THE MOON IN THE BUCKET
ELABORATE SIGNING
POEM, IN MEMORY – CONTINUED I-XXI
WAITING
IRONY; OF LIFE LOVE SONG UNAPT
TO MY HEART IN YOUR EYES THE OUTGOINGMOON
WAITING COLOUR OF YOUR LOVE
BARBEACH MEDLEY I-XI
MY ONLY DREAM JULIANAH, MY MOTHER
THE FULLMOON TODAY, I SAW DAINA RETURNING
ROSE LIMERICKS
In moonlight
I saw an eyes; a pretty eyes in forgotten field
A lowbirth – loner with milk skin
Confined to that lower-world
In waiting all day long to be attached
And I saw again some eyes
Matching like soldier ant in solid night
No song, nor accompany drum, nor a single lips
To flavour the going like evening sun
Except that some unclean lips coming close
Like unpresage rain to waterdown
Their high spirit, - such drunken spirit on Babel boot
Hurled their sturdy leg away in familiar rough road
I’d wondered why most men
Had not known how bittersweet
Life is when bone meets their bone
And home, silent I kept eyes over home
Stuck at darkcorner – leg tangling – hurling
Fingers fidgeting like woman-awaiting man of the house
Ah, Lord – I cannolonger wait; waiting
Wreck to live and let live
They must have fallen on skein the long gone leg
Walking in albatross, they must have grown sore
So – I plunge over their dream align in ally
With alacrity of dawn .I’d joined the next chariot coming
To fetch that damsel dream awaiting bridegroom
And I‘d dreamt again
Tongue-tie up in limbo
In the continuum ill-blowing wind
That throws dust on their eyes
I am just analogue of you
Walking alone like wandering wind
In life albatross – lightweighted
OYIN – ILORO
Oyin-, I’d long been away from you; from you
Your arms in dignity; your lesser eyes that embraces the sun
Your breast as two footpaths; moon and I once met there
In a sleight of eyes that exchange dreams
I can smell still that rich smell of that bush
While in groping the Babel legs hunt for snail
May earn penny on next market day
Harmattern is a bringer of love
Circling round neighbouring fire
I recall our young toe when dash on stone
Is sure a ill-omen the hunt escape the snare
Legs like toad’s egg usually on snakeroad to Ojusun
I recall the taunt of girls – the young Rachael
Close to side of my stocking dream
Would come for me before the stream
O’ distance is a cancer worm that eat up closeness
But our legs lazing in dream; your dream upon my dream
Born in heart then goes out to seven hill
Where sweet maiden moon- dream all trodden
I am not the first to leave you behind, neither
Would be last…
But I’d gone for the sky;
Your dream upon my dream; two dreams
Under the foot of heaven
BECOMING A MAN
I
I left boyhood lastnight after the right
The gangan in distance is a dawn
It depthness vested in me a veritable grown leg
That I a son of the soil can take part
I left boyhood when I discovered my boots
How they suit the dance on drum roll
Of life beaten already
For Lion who cut his Jewel
I’d flaunted my bonbon at teen
Now wailing for me under that hue of youth
II
Time comes calling so soon
That I’d to put my foot forward in rectitude
Of a drawline having seen my shoulder broaden
True, all my youth suddenly were nip in the bud
It leaf – zeal greening in sunlight shrunk in setting sun
That put eternal sleep on his lids
And not quite so, do I intend to attain quick
An arm that can bear a bosom
But at the bottomline, time cast dice of manhood
On first fruit that I, playing dust
Is a father and the husband of the mother
TO MOTHER AFRICA
Go, mother go, tell West to wait
We’re coming – black brat who just grow wit are coming
With long antennae of panorama eyes
Across seven hill of excessive nincompoop
Tell her, tell her mama – to wait. We’re
Coming; no longer parasite
Tell her; tell her we’d matured
Can’t you see our broaden arms
With green hands full blossomed
Tell her – mama we’re no longer a panic-stricken crowd
Rumblers that can rubbish her; and so
Shouldn’t try to shoot us aside
Tell her, mama tell her; no borrow brain, we got brain
No longer reneging, we’re just trying
To lit lamp of love that shall preheat our prejudice
And if our coming takes delay
Tell her – going we’ll meet her
LOVE IN THE THORN
Gentle night
Once I see you climbing down heaven staircase
Your leg as heavy as Elephant tread on our land
Depilate their curtain that I saw
Our unpopular dreams dispose to tumour of life
That in that usual dance from unbeaten drum
Dragged her leg amidst hew of dust
Like echoes of Biafra in forest chest
Moon oft extend hand here
But our fellow brother before us
Fell in love with shibboleth; their legs flaunt
At us the unsavoury side of good will
Our lives, only for our lives
Upon this theatre we oft tinkle dream
But our dreams – eaten up like Bar-beach
Were on kneel beckoning for a place…
Ah, all the stars has vanished
At furrow cloud pay our sky visit
The rigour of face of a virtue woman
As harlot dragging reluctant leg
Amidst their soundless drum beaten
O’ when will the bale of burden
On her droop breast be lifted
Here our ship sailing away in deep sleazy, sea
Sallow and saucy, and lean
Into life of nobody
Weary like God’s people in strangeland…
II
The rotten egg spattered on your finest face
Untidy your feminity that boring
That subtle ship bidding for unknown
Could lure you in a nirvana
And I there stood only onlooker
Beside the sickening sea
Your broken heart, you put your broken heart
On heart of that subtle ship
And gave a flake of wave
Eyes close like day here
O’ time, wear your best attire
Bride this drunken lout
Guess whom you’ve conspired with
To put off lamp of dream leaving
My love, - our love on journey of no return
O’ weep not darling weep not
Put not our dream on uncocoon
Where no cancer worm of time could trace
Crawler too that can count their worth conceived
More riches by heart than by ornament
Keep alive our fetching carob and water not
But with milk of heart; night might be too long
But slowly and slowly
We will walk up to the rising sun of tomorrow
With boot in no lacking in might.
ROGUERY
I returned
From battle front of learning life
Head down, and leg steady in revere
The rhapsody of my broaden shoulder
I returned with a fatten smile of devotion
Swoop on floor to mop swollen pain
On head of my lady that looks outside always for hand
Only to behold her, the lout again romancing in my matrimonial home
When I knock, the door opened to a naked woman
Weenie – wheeze continuously
And full of sad story; the incester
As fat as Iroko trunk emerged; barked
Like rabid dog, but move me not
He ordered his sombi to put me
In backyard where I’m only onlooker
Of immorality going on in my Godbless home.
IN YOUR PRESENCE
In your presence
Darkwoman of Africa
I’d discovered myself, darkchild now seeing you, moonstruck in darkcorner
Lashing in sky eyes, I saw your dream, the dream of Africa
Spattered on wall; the urge cloche me
A son of the soil, playing dust
In your presence
I felt the renascence of proud warrior
Having seen arm suddenly broaden
That I gird my loin, pomp up
To bring back the weaned year, far gone
In your presence
I saw the light that goes out
The ancestral dream put off by marauder
I saw it trigger like lovers who had seen their love
In good omen in each lashing eyes
And I’d put foot on boot
To tread on discovery route ahome
CONTENDER
Full heart – heart in season
Beauty too pompous and conceit old fool like moon
Whose aim is to be as bright as sun?
You drag your woman always for a pick by man prostitute
Who does not know how to love a beautiful woman
Oh, too abash, little leave laugh in breeze
Seeing your punctuating beauty soon shall pined
Black body impudent for instant gain
But your improvidency turned to otherside
Put my leg on road untidy
Well, I am drinkably contented
That since your body is here
Your woman too could come home someday
FOR OLABISI APALOWO
In sleep
You slide here; your leg afresh
Like sea breeze came to renew infancy
Unveiled already in heaviness of leg untie well to your leg
Must you come now when
Infancy unhouse had been put off
In feet of time that called out
From a million leg faraway. Your leg
Unimaginable how they had outgrown infancy
II
Your mellifluous voice as soft as chapel’s
Were rekindling; that smile sculptured always
On your girlish face is a rising sun
Ones it comes up, it brings the culture –
When you are you and I am I, playing dust
But segregate us from the rest
You were the early love though soon pine
Such that silhouette maternal’s is sun
That threw two small shadows on wall for grown ones
I still hear those lips rippled; taunting –
But that time soon prevail over our shyness
That turns intimacy in bedrock of infancy
To one that allures blows of laugh; we’d cried
Run like ostrich and gazelle
How I love to watch you grow – becoming
A woman that outgrowth shyness that throw
That eye matches on my eyes forever.
ON THE SET OF SUN
Weep not
You foster child, who stay in sun all day
Waiting; will mama come tonight
Eyes distance like forebear clanking in dark
That cleave to pass; the burnt fire of hope
Let me kiss your silken cheek
Where scenes of backwardness – negligence all make love to life
Let me clearway and put your dead leg on life cleavage
Where you shall stumble not; hard time
When it comes in battalion you shall find comfort there
I had learnt those thousands life in clade star
I had learnt the true life groping in their darkness
And the moon, the maiden moon confirmed
I can make a home
So – lets go – I’m fully back; your blood brother is fully back
Mama is waiting, who you’re waiting here in emblem
Land of dormancy; lets be two –
Throw to light the wraith of Oyin – Iloro standing giant in dark
O’ your bloodful brother is calling on you, only you
In full emerald green of life undate among
The breast of earth where you suck one empower by eternity.
A NIGHT IN UPPER SAKPOMBA
Sun stoop to night
And roughness of Africa strew
No NEPA to dissolve her thickness
Except that some neo-eye from four legs devil
That led earth astray in ebullient
As scattered as black body on seven valley
Of dream hue-ing but only blipping
Here – and here we’re jacking leg
On stubborn stone, like our tall dream dwarf
The redlight – potholes …
The many four and two wheels devil as battle of Amazon divulge
Our anti-clock head
Hundreds leg too were not left out
AFRICA, YOU’RE TO ME A NIGHTSONG
Africa, you’re to me a nightsong
Adore, and uncrave for, or do rave about
Time as tumour you couldn’t soothe severe sore
Like tick that clinch on me while in rove
Only the rubicund of your idea face ellipse
At dawn you’d come in a light walk
Put my elegant leg on rudiment of dream
But your dream; the dream of Africa – supplant the wind
I’d walk and walk lost head in non-existence
Woman that you are a pun
Your elephantine black body ethereal place on me embargo
That I should wait till you make out with me.
THE ANCESTOR
They linger, the dead who are knowledge
Of lineament of life pale to the face
The life whose greenness turned yellow
They lingered, the dead amidst green grass
Longing for breath so the feet
On for eyric may complete the journey of death.
And their legs, their legs on that foreign land
Reach for heavengate but heavengate remains fortified
They knock and knock, and knock
Till faithless a lips quiver – turn their look
On pack of idle loafers on corridor of the glasshouse
Throwing stone at man on street whose heart is pounding
Or rather afraid if retort may shatter that mirror
That might ravage his tanned skin
They wail, the dead – wail, and wail in awkward
But their wailing were never heard here
So their leg as life on journey were all screwed-up
TIME OF YOUTH
Now I return as a creeper
Where I’d part not
For man, his trodden led as two cripplers
Keeps one another on the last leg
And I am returning as aged, but youth
Life – criterion of a total conversion
Having seen what they see; voodooed
By tumour of same life; the sore of eyes
And the decomposition of all ventilation of teen
Sucking in that maternal yard the sugarcane of life
I can only see sunrise timelessly
Roving round Oyin-Iloro in a cross section
That I, a small shadow like streak on Ojusun laze one day
Abandoned self on layout of her prettiness
That suddenly I summersault into pool of dream
SEGREGATION
Do you not remember the lamp of life
You told me son it shall never quench
Planting mango that shat bear fruit in all season on frontyard
Time, it whistle soon to the dawn
That rumbles pass our yard where it clothe
In proliferating wind flows back; I cut unknown
Double portion – dream
Turn whimsy in your presence – lackluster
And you nolonger know there could a jackpot of it
Be among your little laddie laden with bend life
For meaned hand unlimited
And if for time, I, on mettle rumble pass
The bridge between black and white
So when I go, I shall go; dress in their avalanche dream
Avail me but exchange not with yours, aweigh
Whenever sunrises in east
It’s the coming of my leg; life must not forget
The primal, and carmine of youth
Whenever you see a shadow underneath
That mango tree, go there, I would be waiting
Provided is leaves is greeny, so when I come
With sun – would have home to land my acquired dream
SUNSET IN AFRICA
To wish is dream, but to dream a wish true
Is a sun dawn of this giant bridge unbroken
Where they pass to acquire our land; our land
Sold to us with stained penny
But because it shall bring us shoulder to shoulder
Our dream – acme when sun first come, we wake
Shuttle between their sibilance’s
But hampered beyond repair
The penury tree implanted amidst us
Grow unbound, the amoral hands
On mantle keeps the watering
And all bend on road reveal panorama –
Of our swirling in dark image, bold
The audible leg of it procure our privacy
There ‘s no more brain who know better
To give light to all that concrete a tall wall
Whose gate barred on us giant as tallest Philistine
Here the little thing shadow
Going always before us
A cross once turn up it toes
But rise again in land of penury.
ON NUDE OF MY FATHER’S PORTRAIT
Father, when your quiverless lips came
To ask if you’d ever walk this path
I saw your tears; your antiquity tears on me
Your requiement tousling on your look-path
Now upon palm; your slight smile dead alive
Ah, that paternal smile like sunrise – unset
Father; I can tell, - truly I can tell I am that live
That once goes out but now find a leg to set
THE CALL
The call came at a scene before dawn
That genial call from meagre complexion of sun
Meandering, the path of affiliating morning
Awaing teen leg to gird loin
And walk down tantamount dream blinking in kindred eyes
And night beckoning sunlight to tarry
But I’d put on boot awaiting like shrunk tree in dried harmattern
For it torrential in womb of cloud
Dawn timbre – tigress dream warbling in yippee
Clanking self, awaiting clanking still – awaiting
It leg jive self in laureate of claque from our ancestor; two ancestral voice
Calling in classic dark two inbred leg
To tap a toe, their two toes drawn from fancy womb of ideal time
But the tarry sunlight submitting to night pleading
Three Graces in love were close apart
IDLE MOON
Out on that street afar, your feet gallant and cute
Gently tread like youngdeer on pothole road
But here stumbling in tarred one
That looks – to you a thorn of yellow coronary
And if for the antic I’d pick my leg worn with wating
Weep no weep – fence no fence of cyanide around me
It cut and dried our incompatible
Infest by dark shadow of unfaithfulness
Though you’re glad I’d played the man for you a woman
Who on kneel trade my love for gain
But your love on contour eyes always turn off love corona
Yet I held out hands that erase incessant humiliation
Brought to us for the fate of our twoness
But if for year sun rises
That I must go
If a hand I could not give again
Weep no weep – fence no fence around the path
I may follow – I unwander lust
Shall nolonger wait and till you make up with me
TO A DARKWOMAN WHO’S CHILD IS LEAVING
He will return he will soon return
She blew the smoking fire of hope
Sitting behind – eyes rheumy – languor
But not queasy, or quell
For child of dust on threadbare of time
Tootling will soon return
And not so long came the hungry mouth
Tootles and stride with impending hope
That no whitelie could strain
But at your fuddy-duddy fudge
And the grimace that silhouette his merriness
You splurge but are demerit in leg
That moves nearer the pot on frenetic fire
Listening to clanking of covered pot of desire
Your grimace
And the knowledge of stone tentatively
That devoured parenthood
And fire of hope goes out.
WE WERE TOO COMMON
We were too common a mankind to God
To have seen lots of his hands like sun
That is reek from his reach
And for a megalomania
We unknowingly removed our hat, bow
And again walk into the dark
THE CARETAKER
For my sake you went up hill
My broken dream, to mend my broken dream
Whose eyes sore like dog in morning
My dream scattered like Africa roaming about
In land of man of man
For my sake upon make
I place hope in you; the hope of Africa
Leg feckless in preen laps of West
But for your sake; only your sake
My dream so unpopular, you placed in righthand
And for my sake, but for for my sake
You drank delight wine with milk
Fallen head over hill – hand too now broaden
Gathers all manners meant for you and me
No leftover to quench this hunger
Your skinboot too in sunlight dazzled me
Well, I’m bellyful, just bellyful
Once you’re not constipated I too I’m not ulcer
Under this wanton beam-end
EUROPE
When Europe came, Europe came
Just as a dawn, her delicate eyes lashing of multitude of love
Is a moon that our land prickles were allotted her to cultivate
But while she came, she came
Chalk on right hand – cudgel on dark left hand
Knowing darkchildren running in splash bush could be too
Death to live - to learning the funfair of full-grown moon
Tolling from infancy
And when she left, she left
Turn sunlight here, but our hedonist
Even in her foible left footprint
Turn the fundamental light aside that gave night
A pace amidst our land swamp of penury
Then Europe return not to aid but raid
Having seen our fortune unseen…
IN A BALCONY…In memory – Ikeja Bomb blast
Supposing I kept my impregnated rabid dog
At peace from age to age, and till age
Lie unrattle under that unmuttering sky
If I donot hurt her
Would she hurt me?
II
If for our lives we chose to take one
That’s not ours that we may
As life enchantment, and for demi-god
But becomes man dead to human
So is it, - man is a measure of all things
That even in kilowatt of prejudice
Does clank down the wheel of life.
THE GIANT OF AFRICA
When she was born, the little lass
Not as a free born, but as a free born as other
Except for necklace around her neck
Lade on eyebrow that calls her to the fore
To lift the flag of life
Though she too has scars
Incurred in course of birth
But on night of birth, light were traversing
Amidst her kin – too kinky
So she died soon and was buried without grave
Only a coffin on air
All that looks too sees
Her, the black hope – svelte
A well-to-do howling gale
That would have shouldered with other broaden shoulder
But never chose to live
SONG OF SORROW
Today
I’m the oddest walking in dark corner
Amidst the hue of man - deflower; servitude
Under a roof whose frontview caved ancestral name
I had lived life I ought to live
Dispatch dream under the sky
But my dream, all my dream were falling underneath
The awry and mute – puce promise
And no more gun to shut again
For ages passed – time as youth
Climbed rapidly like smoke, the threadbare of time
That had fallen prey
I had since become an enigma and no single emerald
To see through tall leafy tree standing between
To cut across, I lurched but was push aside
But for all that passed, all that shall pass
He’ s a epitome of a dream! An epitaph
That shall only come up on forehead of time
After the night…
COUNTRY MAIDEN
Abuja
You’re maiden
The country rubicund, and I am delighted
To see you too are delighted
Competing with world pageant
But does it mean because
You’re in public eyes you couldn’t
See to sorrow like tick your kin’s skin
Why were you full of forgetfulness?
That you’re biting the finger that fed you
Don’t you think maid too that cook meal
For madam deserves to dine on diny
TO A NEW NIGERIA
Today I saw you – you for the first time
Mother drew you close; you fill that window way in amazing
Your look – infant in that jaunty hat like loupe
Marvel in greeting sunlight
That I wanderer lust saw in a blip your gem
Ina pink cheers on that small world
Your small smile is sunshine
That kicks off the day from blues
But not all of you I could see; but scent of your youth
Come close, - and I’m proud and thankful
Your intimate eyes with mothers intertwine with mine
Would I have ladder, would reach
And grab your maternal hand …
COLUMBINE
As if her life is merely a totem tabooed to touch
This convoy of beauty like wave
Running in flash delight amidst Lokoja
In a wavy silver band and delight creek
Through Delta and across
This snowy nightdress of a darkwoman
Reek with crystalline of decency
Around her etherealness only for love arousal
But opt in our dark eyes that look aside affectionately
To woman we could not tell how she passes her day
Leave two genuine breath that beget a beloved child,
A reminiscence of one love
Perch on each shield of each shoulder
But were left only for coltish out of wedlock
And if we could in trace discard our twoness
Amidst the fertile flower of eyes on array
If we could look for a blip the genuineness heralded
With beginning of home – made love
And camaraderie of a new beat that will
Forever hoist the heart of flora and fauna
And this incompatible were push aside
To make love genuinely to deflower Delta
Every land will become a bed of rose.
A WATCH OF THE NIGHT
We’re not born in to dark exposure that in light
Should play plaintiveness
We big children of no lesser dream
Dashing in lashing colour dark – eyes sore and broken head
Burn camp fire a night ago in no lesser harmony
That now turn to go again
We who are not ashamed to face the world
Pacify shameless hands mud with mud of our own life
We who littered the earth present
With stronger muscle – broader shoulder; eyes on sky
Do diminish to face the sun of our own hunting wraith
And the night; the haunting night
Sorting out-self during our day laze about
To clank down the dawn
When in insensitiveness, the termite liger underneath
In bulk of bauble dream to inseminate our dream
Found by chance at doorstep longing to be wooed.
THE GALE
And when sand are lamenting
Stiff-earth are traveling
Alone! Alone, in a lone pain so penurying
The gale is passing
And when eyes of earth
Are sore and sallow underneath
Like room full of dog-breakfast
The gale is walking across the earth
And when young earth were shown the way home
In disarray, leg groping for lady of home
Tree bowing – twisting, bowing – twisting – come
The familiar spook; her genius apparel rove round our home
THE MOON IN THE BUCKET
Merriness and munching menu might have led them astray
But they did what they did within the brow
To gather each wit in one basket
And throw it necessity in lubricious bowel
Of whose finger is enticing them in his lucifering eyes
In ale inn thatch and richly thatch
They sat that sat for our mind; but for palmy
Each talk went with liquor - hat down,
Pauper lips quivering like lunatic
The palmy sharing is a small laugh
That do mellow their shoulder when puffing
And little by little, palmy drank dried
They puff up, ‘we no go gree’, then another pass
But night comes – one after one, pauper hat
Went it place; they yawn, and yawn uncontrollably dust their shame
‘Look the moon in bucket’, the eldest
‘Moon! - Moon in bucket, o’ moon in bucket; guff. He saw the moon
I saw the moon too’ – they laugh amicably
Went with a wit-full mind to meet again
A SONG FOR ART
Art is long! Art is long!
And time is not it goal
This still long old bold mahogany
That threw it body against rising sun
The gale while on tod to embrace threw
Dust on each eyes; north and south molested
Art is long! Art is long!
And time is not it goal
I dream a simple dream of camaraderie
Abuja suddenly turn eyes on us
And their shoulder high sheathed to beat the long barrier
I dream I saw in that luminous dream
The cleans of pellagra, we blew panpipes
Some sway still like obese
To turn down the light, our new acquired life shining
Art is long! Art is long!
And time is not it goal
Prance years splash in brief, and camera the year
That awake the sleeping eyes; the feet
Like speaking silence Obelisk famed the neon- year
Jive in drunken delight of it meandering
Children scattered as in chased locust but titrating
In new found life cladding in aged eyes
Art is long! Art is long!
And time is not it goal
The obdurate hand holding his sword
His prejudice eyes eyeing the onlooker, but the throng
Holding candle coming in picturesque-ness
When they came, erosioned him
Mix him with them and the dream is done
ELABORATE SIGININGS
POEM, IN MEMORY – CONTINUED
I
Make out with me, old time
This uninspiring journey of man
Circumvent, - set the eyes on core sun
Whose hand in citation
Unleashed on flower of heart; shrink and drop off
II
To time, our legs plying the road unknown
Is a creek amidst the reeds; and weeds
That dampens it make helm of a conqueror will
That in all, our dreams moving onward and backward as episode
And our little life, an enviable epitaph
On forehead of time shall come up, alone
When in sleep-awake, our dreams surrounded with sleep
Shall shriek of eloquent ardournment
And will bubbly across universe
III
Go not to the rarest, perfect love, o’ my perfect love –
On chariot; for idle time wheeling away
Like night when light first come up in steadfast
Your beauty, such beauty as ros-marinus
On toe performing the last respect
Tattoo this toddler leg on road
And in love of home; but for love of home
Despised outward to follow on your homeland
IV
Mush as we had never lived; live
To watch from near – sight the incoming one incomparably
Look them hauling to one dark corner of dark side
Life as cork that crow when is not yet dawn
For two seafarer to sail on dream sea
But seasick I am, aloner on sea becalmed, screwed up
For the punt when I gird on getting down is not easy
To see the sea level like our dreams aboard
I scared once in swallowtail
To face this full-face so rare; reared
By time and legful eyes
Or so brave to unpave for the tave sea
To take it course since in postmortem of long gone leg
I only see in that absence your excessive presence
V
Much as we could live, but living
In post-natal endemic of breathe post dated –
Unseat the two compatible seaters, - on love seat
But he waits to fight other day that put to flight –
In a renew same old conquest
The true-blue tree for time being
Grow unbound amidst ornament of this society
But in true ornament of their society
The great treasure trove buried unknown
Growing on river bank of time, and in an unknown
VI
To watching our legs, how they rove uncommonly
Is not so weird, or do they were
Only an image born out from sighing of the wind
Look the year leap amidst in the colour rainbow
That culture of permanency like sculpture
When they sigh – the star, the tale is understood
Look the lamp how it balance our two dark image on wall
Only barricaded against external eyes
VII
New land have I not found
That from convent of your unadulterated woman
It numerous vase invariable for me
Should requite from chase; but chastity is I
Chortle still amidst deserted desert in tipsy
To requiem the corotura of dream now on tumour of time
And where you seem run; if for nun
But your chaste breast ripening, and the contingency
Like bud at dawn shall long for fondling
It shall be lass again in traipsing
Or rather a prodigal down at heel under a cypress
Queasy that I shall be quelled and stumbled unknown
Could then that all my lost man be requiem
Hence my leg will be on your trail.
VIII
Not for the bias you left this peach, greeny
Nor the profusely breath un-impend
For body and soul, as twin turret
Embrace that pattern when it callout
The peach greening as it is
I came just at a moment of dawn
Hoping my worn leg may seek death knell
And no eyes, nor audible leg; only a dawn chorus
But at rare, nearer ends of popular-side
An eye, queer only onlooker of prominent peach
And when I come, you gird with me
Two team toasting eyes before the whistle
But left untold…
IX
Light; and the cinema began
Before the time
While in assemblage audience troupe in and troupe out
The stager at nearer ends ordered well
As seen on similar cast on tip-top
Of attainment to count their chickens after hatch
But for incongruity audience
Our legs teen and puerile on this stage
Fell on limit of time
Our dream in lime green
Were dragged into their pandemonium
That thrown out the light
Luckily, none was hurt
But we were gone only to meet in curtain
X
It comes to you as it comes to me in steadfastness
This reverie by clink of a clock-clime
Climbing dawn the tree of friendliness
To gird on giant one
Having seen our two legs as one match like twin breast
The foetus dream implanted unaware
Suddenly reach for birth
When all our incompetence; all our human incompatible
Suddenly melt in it warmth sunshine
But on this climactic walkway, our conversion
Fell imperatively on wary watchful eyes
That later shook the giant tree, leafy
And on floor of life, our innate leg together
Were closed apart…
XI
Consider the swallowtail how it still glow
In varieties even in that abject love; the wind
Rendering dust of laughless world of no tree
The plaintive grass in dried hamattern
Stretching hand in abject drop, but dew gave one
And I have seen been that swallowtail
Taint with stain of youth
When in drop my tall grass as shelter were denied of drop
Yes as a pet canary whose lover
Is ten thousands leg away –
Will tootles and tootles in a wheel of hope
While you will go – but return…
XII
Once in my youth day
The dawn like one awaiting bus
Took me in galaxy of life. The bubbly breeze
Across render in brief the similitude of that trip
The signpost as a waiter points the route
That in inhibited location move on unhindered
But on your residence stood one giant gate
That unbar unask. I stroll in looking timid in footstep
And like bride, you come in light walk in that ornament of youth
As a landlord to take in your unusual guess
The room garnished with immutable plant, greening
That even in mutable season of life will remain green
The dining room where we dine has a column of light unquenchable
But there in that room a caretaker whose look you took
Her first smile is sunlight, but turn cloudy
When she saw, particularly the sore table; the floor
Tainted with powerful leave of love above us.
Her second eyes recall we’re teen that I took a leave
Only to wait at back door for you…
XIII
Such bouquet of life I have never asked;
That was on walkway presented to me
So the eyes like inferno set high may return mutual one
To mammoth men awaiting love
But such the world gives - do retrieve
Not care how it mars their match
Or do they as one eyesore score a mark
On dream that wheel unbound.
And whereupon the remaining of that gift live
But in eye – mind would wheedle the feet
XIV
To see one chariot of life wheeling in unbound glory
The world would want to see, or to school, or to emulate
The rendering of it gear
But on eagerness stumble on them unknown
So as most dream that may excel
But time and death as one community
Puff up in archery to the less Armour one
Whose only Armour is a perfect harmony –?
May in thunderstorms of such fly spear take to heel?
And as we, most dream most men
Do not give life to while in light disarray
May exchange self in that dark balcony
But shall turn baluster in vale of life
So the leg turned each way may return unlost
XV
At dawn
I dream a simple dream
But as bamboo shoot, such stuff dream were made of
The human pest awaiting like bail
And my dream as one caravan in center garden
The rare gate joins two-barricaded wall against outwardness
At inside she seems to move everywhere
Watching her, the ornaments of youth spur
Like sunset beach, her eyes awesome
Is a tabernacle; I worship there always
Even at belly-less; for to see her, my lady
In uncommon contourment of configuring it sweeting me
But in lap of time my uncommon dream dashing amidst common man
Were thrown out of light
The couch where I sleep to dream were scattered
Trying to rearrange the vacuum room
I push across the rogue piece of cloth that tainted it
Like dried leave drop in dried hamattern
Set the bed that I may sleep, and dream another dream
But pebbles of dropped sand from far off
Leg clinches on my leg that I could never
Go back to bed now lapsed
XVI
Bridal dream of sovereign light galaxy
Live amidst the roofless, or in dark balcony
Playing ancestral, or only progenitor monument
To them that shall sleep and dream uncommon dream
And in eyeing of you head grope like boozer
Since in nest of time I’ve seen
The renascent of my first sleep in full bloom
Particularly, half our lives lived in death – live
So our leg, lend out might all return
Your same audible leg live in dark
Keep up appearance, but in Diaspora live
Turn the myriad footprint and nominal value
To them that place it on right palm
Beauty pompon and immutable here
That I duff my head to deify and pass all night
Under it blanket that alternate sleepless one
XVII
To live and to die, but die to live
Are one furlough of life nominee to infuse all inhibit ingress
One life defeated at one battle unprepared
Or, perhaps that takes to heel but on few feet away wait
Like hunting when hunter first boomed
The dead, when going make no noise, or fret
But prance with leg heavy
That does not go far – and behind the wall
Or by same gate wait in non-existence
That the inmost leg would walk up like fly into gossamer
And time when menace of eater worm were put out
They jive, the dead amidst the life unlived
Now amidst the host of Gabriel – fresh-face
Renascence from scene of absence; and presence
New as a day the jocund leg would wake up to it gate
Then enter his eternal sunshine
XVIII
I wish but as world it were not so large
Or so – small as caravan, and contain us not
But as large, we were too farther
Two cold hearts shivering in sunless
I would it were a leafy tree greening
So two legs may stay to play each way
To life gallery hue of galaxy –
Love you fifty years behind the loveline
Of our gazed balcony whose
Inward long preserved as Mary might
Beget unusual one
So two infertile breast awainting ripening
Might walk up to it cuddling
Then I will love you hundred more years
After – make the rest love between constant as northern star
XIX
To see you look so – like one rare Nature
My eyes lour as so I’d drunk
But only with your eyes that change not for palmy
For to see you look so – outstanding
I duff my hat, bow to him
Whose sculpture hand complete in that clay league of beauty
Your look like a fairytale; eyes, lips – ah your breast undrop
How would I say? – They look so
In tale of one amazing tale of perfect creature;
A gift package over two thousand years back
To he who shall make more woman of you
XX
Chidinma, young and ardourn
Sigh not when night comes, or when in peak
While you sigh, your sighing is integral breeze
It shall smack my man
My soul like eagle shall soar and may
Not find you amidst night like barricaded wall
Nor should you ever quail while walking the garden
To see you tearing, they shall flinch
The joyous garden; and what profit then
Happiness when Flowers of life shrink and toss off
And while you shall, my soul as a bee
May die of hunger.
Donot as when dawn comes
Lay as hen of running stomach
To see you in cold flinch
My soul as cock crowing may dance and dance
In vain round that ornery that unveil yieldness
Or so should ever shut at bird
You might not know which my soul
As songbird present; to see bird on each
Way is a rareness
That as constant as northern star
I shall in absence be in your presence
XXI
To see my bloom camomile turn pale
I fear once if I so would ever crave for another
Or so dashing in sunrise eyes that would shift gear
Turn my eyes on core sun while the wheel
Of life is shifting to higher gear
The head grope – but my life is total fault
I have rave too mush of such outstanding myriad leg
A shadow like walking stick but mixed with night
I thought so – chasing breast is good as chasing
Dream butterfly ardourn in fertile eyes
So I’d in wanderlust gird my loin in pursue
Of two great Nature twin – seems turn wind.
What fate await now as one purpose – running
Life in flash delight is toppled?
Or should I so - intrepid to affirm battle’s life
As when one is lost you gird the loin with second hand
To overrun the other
I fear – so; head turnaround in loggerhead –
To think life goes on while it purpose renege
Is having some small smile turning it chariot to wheel in high intense
But I, as myth tootling round this circle
May fail, or so shall succeed-
And to think well of it – my life is only a rolling coin
Once fall on wrong side, but shall turn other side.
WAITING
IRONY; - OF LIFE
Who - is that
Other eyes beside you
Walking on our walkway
Enticing you. Leg whirling in rendition
That in sunlight set the scene
That wheel unbound
But our infant dream in dark
I had no doubt - the luminary scene
Is toking of our two matched leg.
While I stared sidelong the life boulevard
When I count the leg
It was you and I
Weird leg solemnizing
Our sectional dream second to none
But while I look again
Into that nimbus of life, liased
An eyes, I saw such eyes giant
In your otherside
Stocking with laugh - lips that rips
Our infant dream
Like bud awaiting the sun’s fingers
I donot wish to know
Whether man or woman
Who - is that
Other eyes
Always on your side
TO MY HEART
When I saw you requiting last night
Eye sore – attire tore, and pervading
Smell of love left to loose
From battle
Fought and lost
I could not hug you
To lift fallen year
Nor dry contour tear - convoy
Of beauty eaten up by love termite
I could not ask-
Why such sudden returning
When sun like our prominent dream
Shine still in mirror dark
And while I look again sun goes dawn
Sleet in your eyes, hamattern on your lips
The meandering wave of requiem passion that weave
Hand upon your pale face
Knowing well you’re back whose dream is dead
II
I loathe you, my heart
This several season
Of going and coming
Aren’t your leg worn walking that pothole
Now little love
Playing around
Had left
Well
Lets sit now to talk in brothernes
You and I
How to make out
The oiling of that lantern
Woman’s love upon that stand
Blowing in gale
Lets talk now – lets talk our intense life
Lean unlegato
Mirror eyes turning sombre
And if you so
Turn deaf and dump
I so roving in love-lorn
Shall shift gear, and turn my way
WAITING
Life;
Soothe me not to wait till sun return
Let me rise – so I’ll be rise. Set leg on real road
The day is dawn – let me troop the colour
Of dream contourment – hefty with impedimenta
I’m typsied, do not say I should wait a day
See my broaden shoulder how redness it hand
Tossily to take hold of calabash and join kindred hand
To water that tree – soul of black
In dry hamattern
So at any fierce eyes of sun
We may find endless shelter in her abode
BARBEACH
When first we met
Your eyes
Glittering and shimmering in sunlight
Pleases my soul
That I spanned girlishly, giggling
On desire that swirl across
To see you look so your finery face
One Nature in love - awaiting her lover
I walk up close intrigued by your urging smile
I felt your youth lips moist – cling on my dried lips
Slides rigorously that leaving assumes
Eating a forbidden fruit
But it weren’t so - ringing bell of heart at first meeting
So weird - it’s too weird
I could not know if I love you so
But your heart keen, and my heart spilling touch each youth
While I went away but return
To ask yours genuinely, but yours
Slain – the inferno of eyes
The puffing of breast
What could that hatchet mean?
Or are you going to war?
What happens to my love? Tell me! Tell me!
MY ONLY DREAM
Chidinma distance –
Chidinma nearer –
Chidinma Leap to the eyes
The meandering maxim of dream league
Of legato
Of a flowing blood
In life stream
No wonder mother-in-law -
Dawn
Wag in tale her buttocks seen that
In that brief eclipse
Sun would transcend night
Make their terrain amidst their kindred leg
The skylark you’re; a soft song
Huffily inside that cathedral
That Babel leg – hands brawling but
I recognized still the entail resonating lips of my belle
Disgorging
In ecliptic the eloquent
Of dawn embodiment
That I crawling
Suddenly disperse leg amidst the starry
Emanating sea breeze
You’re - walking
In gorgeous
Amidst the full-grown garden
Frumpy leave
Ticklish reach for nirvana
The groping leg
I am
That full-grown garden
Once deflower
In dried hamattern
You’re
The scent of my scentless hibiscus
I am
The pale red
Taking refuge on fugue
Of your
Image
Fulfilling the inbred dream
Where I
Walk and walk
And never had been
Weary
THE FULLMOON
So ladylike, the fullmoon when put on boot for a walk
The lady in waiting to draw the curtain
That in that colourful festivity winsomely in dark
Dawn princess would make out with night lucifering matrimony
That thrown down league of beauty accrue two
Cold heart shivering in sundown
When she talks, no leakage in her lips
Neither too lofty, her maturity shows
Her life within a true life
That sister stars could emulate
While she looks or so smile
She is a gem amidst the aurora
The myriad footprint of radiant light
That turns night apart
But while she comes like dawn winnower
Blowing chaff off our drunken existence in dust wistful wind
No noticing, so she’d gone hide underneath
Pregnant cloud so the touts
Who had lost head on path of incest
Might be not inclined to their mesmerizing
ROSE
By the roadside
A shadow gleam
In incognito
In warmness of incumbent sun
I lay – by
Look astray
The lea latent launching in dark
Rose, -
I knew
None could
Marvel so in warm latitude
But
I admire
Ask her hand
Home
Where upon
Window way
Of my sun lounge
Took refuge
Spread part of hands towards heaven and rest towards
The
Strange
Room;
her
strangerness spur
but Rose –
we chat
day and night – night and day
sleep and wake
into each dream till each dream
install the insulated hope
then
she
glide
down
the window way
and
find
a
foot beside my foot
LOVE SONG
Do not love me, o’ love
Like moon, for the moon
Jiving the sky
In glorious ornament
Grows from grace to grass
Nor like sun that drag night to feet
Yet bow to same night at night
Nor like mirror you look always; insensate mirror
Incline as yonder dream – famous
Love shall kiss air alone
Nor like seed allured
Yet fall on wayside
Love me like your blanket –
As in dream you dream, two inclement dream
Shall be warmth up
Like a tree at seaside, greening
That drank the sea, and sea knows not it drank the sea
Like little rill that clad over mother
Mixed with her ad infinitum
Two legs jiving shall stand by
Under the unchallenged melody
That singout rhythm of tomorrow
IN YOUR EYES
In your eyes
A river flows
Lapping
Lour eyes drained
Languor in it landslide
In your palm
A lilac sprouts
Swallowtail leaps
Halfway in hallmark, it hallowed lips
Canoodling in air
In your shadow sprightly
Sun in canoodling
Lashes in antics a eyes
That alternates two images
And in your eyes
A fine ferry punt
Sail –by
Two hands – passenger waving
Whose look is you and with me.
COLOUR OF YOUR LOVE
Warbling – the sway totem
Your stylish colonnade
Communioned in immutable ornament of youth
How fragrant
Your cologne
Cohere in inundate meandering
And contouring before
Only one amidst the lettuce of men
Your eyes meek and moral
Soft as a sigh
Your swathed red lips like bud
Awaiting sunkiss
Your svelte supple body
Sunscreen
Breast
Like apple
In a singlebite
I felt love colostrums
Teen
Suddenly
Bubbling into adult
When you put out a leg
Your leg
Is a rising spring –
Dawn
Of life aperture
That delights mother earth
And in
Me
Tend whale of appetite
OUT GOING MOON
Will you return tonight
Now that you’re going again
But if sun turns it back
I know you wouldn’t like night
Nor does like walking it
But duty, duty hurls your tireless leg
Always on this inherited path that wince our dream
You couldn’t care either
The eyes left to feel life sore
That halt hallmark of hallowed one
And for all I care
Though we’re becoming hardened underfoot
That third mouth tread freely, but I will wait
To drink in falling that might cripple your leg
But if in rain – and to undrain
You outstay welcome there
My heart shall bleed in front of night
UNAPT for Sylvia
You sang of dawn
Spring sunshine
Deflower flower chortle a dance
You sang of wood
Uplifted
Glum bird wags tail
You sang of brotherness
Gliding
down to dawn of life
I
A swain
Gird the loin
That in that sunlight may tap toe
But you swallowed all
The insurmountable melody
Before my very eyes
MEDLEY
I
For you
Chidinma
The undying spring of youth
I will wait not as a gypsy – on caravan of time
And till the cloud rolls by
II
In first season of life when we met
As in dream seems to have seen
In that louvre, a dove – emblem
Our time of life at lowtide but fled
But in upcoming season, it greenlight
Turned red shall return green
III
Put on your boot, my troubadour
And tap with me a toe among greenside of life
For as in love, as dew of the sea
Our two legs set on safest tour
Shall in dream and hope dance into eternal sunshine
IV
Place me not beneath your eyes
Running river of time amidst this piece of work
Eleven-fold epitome of paradise
So while it noble hand shall come up
To tame or tickle old time I may
Be in line with your woman eyes
V
Under evening sky of Africa
The moon
You could hear us singing
Two blinking eyes in night
Catching by
The bliss – sermonizing self
You could hear us in ticklish delight
Two images mixed with the night
When plying cloud took off
VI
We ‘re the one they are singing
The brood on brook bank
Home – home, come again o’ to home
The visiting torrential is over sun had rising
Gardens are greening
Come home, o’ come home
To make your erde head live again
VII
Come home, o’ come home
Lady, my dear lady, come home
The clock just strike right
You said you ‘re coming before the night
Once you are done there
Come then to daring for here
VIII
Seating on Idanre-top one day
A nature like aircraft rove by in brief
Eyes young and alive
And Idanre, seems to reach everywhere
Has been to me window, and life
A drawn blind that I’d
In you a view of unadulterated world
IX
Go not from me, Chidinma, o’ Chidinma
Not that while you go I could go from you
Nor while you go I cannot follow
But that while you go, you may go for me
Make your journey the journey
That while I go for you shall meet you
X
Distance, o’ distance
I sing of you
Who ‘s nearer when we’re in love
Clime clock cline on two summer eyes
I sing of you
Clinger distance
Your connive leg; there you go
Like little rill
When out of love, and never return
XI
Song that ornaments soul
Infest but a step aside mankind
Turn their gear wisely even in Sahara
Once in there fancy leg that can jive along lives
JULIANAH, MY MOTHER
Dark woman
My mother woman of Africa
You whose back bend
Tilling the earth
Growing grain
for harvest ah, that harvest
eaten up
by hungry belly brimming your eatless belly
o’ my mother
You whose dream
under blanket heaven wend
amidst there whiff - life puff
and dwell
in a whisker-
yet took the bull by horn
that we
bush children
accustom snake road
ah, lazing on Ojusun
we have seen nothing of that moon
you told us roving there
Julianah, my mother woman of Africa
O my mother, Julianah!
Dark as ebony
That heavy sun
Like evil cosmetic
were blindfolded lazing on your black body
I ardour you
O Julianah, my mother, o’ my mother
Whose breast is sun
I
Often
Dry
tear
of
youth
Dark woman whose man
Suddenly
left on field
And none heard of him -
of him
again
Julianah, o my mother
You’re a moon
Unto my path
City wiry
Where I come from
Going by the way
Of our life
Tumble down it lashing dust
That sores your beauty
Black beauty interfaith
But I
Your son who saw a small moon
Blinking in night
had gone for the night
To pluck that light, - that light
Far
Far
Plant it here
Here
Here
That you too
My mother,
Who
Could not write
your name
ah, your name,
Julianah, o’ Julianah
But Onye---
Ah, Onye-----,
My mother I could not remember
Your name
You name ah, your name
Constance to my birth
But Julianah
Julianah
Ah, Julianah, we’re too common
Here
Here
To one another
Since I’d been
Far
Far
From your heritage
TODAY, I SAW DAINA RETTURNING
Today, I saw Daina returning to heaven
Kneel on earth the oldest book on bosom patched
She pray – daina pray to pass true heaven
To put out serpent egg hatched
Already – and so be tweak under hand of deepsky
She stoop, daina stoop beneath the blood- eyes languor under the cross
And I saw home wheel shifting gear and wheel by
A wayside of haven when she fall at last on feet of most sufferers cross
LIMERICKS
Mans call me woman, I donot bubble
Nor mind being too humble
Their tree of meekness, tree of handsomeness, and tree of smileness
I had climbed. Now they say that’s me – less
But I could not climbdown to climb their me
II
A wanderer wanders along mammoth man
They say who is he, that going man
But in other road found him with two look
One was his handwork one was his look
They say he’s beautiful man he got a dream
III
An aged singing, take out black man’s burden
Seating underneath leafy tree by roadside underneath sky leaden
Another by same form singing we want to go home
The nearer an eyes who is on his way home
You are you the burden; take up your walking stick…
IV
I do not want to be nearer to you
No not now to meet you
Your sweet lineament
While you leave lips in my lips in a moment
I’d drowned; says the teen lover
BECOMING A MAN
FELIX ORISEWIKE SYLVANUS
DEDICATION
TO YOU
MY MOTHER, JULIANAH
WHERE
I’D SUCKED EXCITEMENT OF YOUTH
YOU ‘RE TO ME,
EVERY MOTHER IN THE WORLD
CONTENTS
BECOMING A MAN
IN THE SUNSET
OYIN – ILORO
BECOMING A MAN I-II
TO MOTHER AFRICA
LOVE IN THE THORN I-II
ROGUERY
IN YOUR PRESENCE
CONTENDER
FOR OLABISI APALOWO I-II
ON THE SET OF SUN
A NIGHT IN UPPER SAKPOMBA
AFRICA, YOU’RE TO ME A NIGHTSONG
THE ANCESTOR
TIME OF YOUTH
SEGREGATION
SUNSET IN AFRICA
ON NUDE OF MY FATHER’S PORTRAIT THE CALL
IDLE MOON
IN A BALCONY
TO A DARKWOMAN WHOSE CHILD IS LEAVING
WE WERE TOO COMMON
THE CARETAKER
EUROPE
IN A BALCONY I-II
THE GIANT OF AFRICA
SONG OF SORROW
COUNTRY MAIDEN
TO A NEW NIGERIA
COLUMBINE
A WATCH OF THE NIGHT THE GALE
A SONG FOR ART THE MOON IN THE BUCKET
ELABORATE SIGNING
POEM, IN MEMORY – CONTINUED I-XXI
WAITING
IRONY; OF LIFE LOVE SONG UNAPT
TO MY HEART IN YOUR EYES THE OUTGOINGMOON
WAITING COLOUR OF YOUR LOVE
BARBEACH MEDLEY I-XI
MY ONLY DREAM JULIANAH, MY MOTHER
THE FULLMOON TODAY, I SAW DAINA RETURNING
ROSE LIMERICKS
elaborate sighining
ELABORATE SIGHINING POEM; in Memory - Continued Once in my youth dayThe dawn like one awaiting busTook me in galaxy of life; the bubbly breezeAcross render in brief the similitude of that trip The signpost as a waiter points the routeThat in inhibited location moves on unhinderedBut on your residence stood one giant gateThat unbar unasked. I stroll in looking timid in footstepAnd like bride, you come in light walk in that ornament of youthAs a landlord to take in your unusual guess The room garnished with immutable plant, greeningThat even in mutable season of life will remain greenThe dining room where we dine has a column of light unquenchableBut there in that room a caretaker whose look you tookHer first smile is sunlight, but turns cloudy When she saw, particularly the sore table; the floorTainted with powerful leave of love above us..Her second eyes recall we’re teen that I took a leaveOnly to wait at back door for you…
song
SONG: I love you, as I love the brightness Of each street; of the hour of light-pollution From which all there delightness Were shed in light on each lovers heart I love you, as I love the rounded moon Famed with grace, rich smile, culture Which lingered like look we cast On each self, in love of a same world I love you as I love the tone Of some incomparable melody Play each day from tune I had chosen from unchained melody I love you as I love the first Young flower rising in morning sunlight It looks bright and beautiful And it timeless scent I love you as I love the scene of dawn That escape me from scene of the night Which with you I long to be closed Make much the saint of youth Such that with you Will embrace a loveliness You will chose with me To the unchangeable of days? FELIX blizzfelxcoo@yahoo.com 08025907416
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