Thursday 30 March 2017

Tuesday 28 March 2017

THE DEMISE OF AN OCEAN DIVER



The security of her jewel will gobble you, then to him, you an insignificant
Twine of noddle in the belly of a yearlong famished African elephant.
 

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   Sea lions: 
                Ready to ragger you,and scornfully laugh
              at your avaricious quest,

                        Hilarious with jesting rotundity

                    Through their uniform of fat, 
                          raped around each as variation of size.


Great white shark:
                 As the ultimate security, notorious scallywag on the ocean floor

                 Jiggling both brains, as it amputates life from the body with the

                              Scalpels and lancets of her razor sharp deadly canine.

Jelly fishes
                With cute tentacles, mystic to eye deities,
          they are the greatest slayers ever,

                 The goddess of death alone worshipers,
                   clad in deadly traits, same as the sight of

        polar bears in Varanasi Or yet still, 
                  humpbacks wailing while

        Swimming their awesome melodies In
      the shallow streams of Ouagadougou     


Sunday 26 March 2017

BLOOD OF POETRY IN OUR MEMORIES : THE WORDS IN THE MIND OF THE MAN THAT HELD THE TAI...

BLOOD OF POETRY IN OUR MEMORIES : THE WORDS IN THE MIND OF THE MAN THAT HELD THE TAI...: My friendly enemy, my woe, My success, it, sunrise and tide stood still and waited, While running for a double faced demon. The ...

THE WORDS IN THE MIND OF THE MAN THAT HELD THE TAIL OF TIME'S TIME.




My friendly enemy, my woe,
My success, it, sunrise and tide stood still and waited,
While running for a double faced demon.

The oceans in war with my ambitions,
The moon aggressive to the dying 
twilight in my newly closed mouth,
He said I must decide to loose or 
win the signs of the sunny moon’s shadow.

At exactly twelve o’clock midnight
they made hay,At the same time in charge of ritual
oratory, their calabash in the floor’s sky.
 above the iroko tree.



The mystical was in possession of a compass,
Couldn’t understand the drawings, four brained deities
Interpreted walking terrestrial shadows; 
Maybe they had a wrist watch.

Our sages even while somnambulating at sunrise,
Read the shadows and made grandiose inferences, 
Hand writings on heavenly walls, 
signs and symbols for the so called virgin deities.

He is in war with man while the oceans had
A dispute with those red salmons,
 Sending them back to the
 Magma river to lay aluminum eggs,
 He’s too slow and dull,
 Like the flapping wings of a humming bird,
At the same time, faster than fast,
Like the little Chinese snail Angustopila dominikae.
.

Procrastinators are humming killers,
Giving greens to sloths in the Amazon,
Wise usage of time will not just make you survive,
But thrive and prosper at the right time.

Saturday 25 March 2017

HOW TO SURVIVE IN A UNIVERSITY.





 


You would plan to dip your head into the mouth of a tiger shark
And tell it not to cramp its teeth, else you will burst its jowl.

You walk into the aperture of darkness with mouth filled
With the blood of words, equations and drawings
And hope some will penetrate your myelin.

You would spin yourself into a somnambulist and
 Melt the night into your eyes with candles and
Hope again that some will penetrate your myelin.

You would drag bare parties into a sack and
Encourage it to commit Fatalistic suicide.

Then you owl, yelp and roar to the heavens
 And request you don’t want the darkness
To reappear in the mouth of the tiger shark.

FUTA is a university where exam is like a tiger shark

Friday 24 March 2017

POETRY - SECRET LETTER TO THE MAN THAT IGNITED THE FIRST WORLD WAR














Your achievement:
“With his grey hair you spun
 him into a baby
Swimmeret after you drown his 
smile in his never seen
River that was dry to the eyeballs 
of the choppy oceans”

 

Your ruddy stone eye glued to the puffiness of your 
mislaid conscience,
You drank concentrated philtre that drunk
  you with the love for hatred, the one
your bumpy circle  learned to gulp,
Such that everyone could then dwell
In the circle of the raging sun that grew
 into space from your pocket.
-          The whole world


Now you are emitting gamma happiness “abi”?
You forgot that grandpa said:
 “adiye irena o kin se eran ajegbe” ( you can’t eat diabolic chickens and grow fat)
Bittersweet mixed feelings skulking 
into the serum of your marrow,
The tall woes you brought were
 those black skies in an elongated human body,
You emitted red ardor while you
 wore a black hood, back for front,
And bounced away like teenage boys
 learning to sway girls with mere stance.
You originated the first major horror
As a smart means to end soothe your anguish

The whole of humanity joined Grandpa
 and said I should ask this:
                           Hope you enjoyed the way 



you fell lately into Hades, after they
Made your whole body into a hotchpotch of
 punctured organs and tendons
                          Connected with strings, 
and that ruddy eye at abdomen level?
Grandpa never knew that you died 
way long before he did.
You committed the greatest regicide in history.

Your offense:
You ignited the First World War by
  killing Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife,
When you pulled your trigger twice the number of times
Unknown.






Thursday 23 March 2017

A DEAD STRUGGLE FOR SURVIVAL




followed grandpa to the hospital on – December 25, 2005.

Gbam!
The privacy screen of the door he closed.
Hmm! Baba sat, he said “too Lataaro!”  (Since Morning!)
Exhausted from the L queue. To him, in front was
A bald headed man, sitting like an agitating god
Of an edgy swivel chair, gestures singing a chorus of investigation,
As he had a complaining smile on his hind face – for working on a Christmas day.
His two new phones sitting with his standing pen,
And blinking a resilient call for snub,
Standing on his upper lips were bent acacia mangrove trees,
Preaching a somnambulating doctrine of Immortality for souls.
Fragile catkins, attached, but looking like eyes falling
From arched heavenly walls hiking on watery shallows
Two balls on his face, oversized I must say,
Stern! Like a light speed thrown sting, from the stick walking
Chameleon with elastic tongue as told by my forefathers - Yoruba land.

Intertwined smell, all together, surely
A mix of odour from:
(1)   Palaecologist lab
(2)   Newly painted haven
(3)   And something bizarre, smelling bittersweet that baba can’t really decipher.
Secretly, baba felt his brain interlaced with he’s,
Sensed that he was a serial killer,
A high way man often on case altitudes,
Clinging to wall steps like inner subway feigns,
And preaching after breaking the lock,
Stammered, Jes u uuuu … s, was out for a tinko! tinko!
With strangely wired ones, hunting muscles
Like cougars, jaguars and ocean orcas.

Outside were diffusing broken bottles - two muscles in a bitter argument
Stylishly pretended like I was non-committal,
An aggressive big headed gave a punch to the outspoken
 and frail looking. Left blood stains on white tiles,
Traced to a below zero degree, cold earthly hell fire.
Scalpels were held by some green covered,
Plastic eyed, standing their bodies in the next room,
It was an emergency of do something for his colored papers
, and tell the hustlers to throw him in the big fridge,
“Odigba” they said, Lock the door,
 Gbam!