BLOOD OF POETRY IN OUR MEMORIES : THE DEMISE OF AN OCEAN DIVER

BLOOD OF POETRY IN OUR MEMORIES : 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 ...

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     

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.

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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.

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

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.

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!