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
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