Akeem Olabisi Ilupeju
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life
#poetry life look at the birds, on the wings of air, flying nigh and far without fear. . even so all lack, but not their nest, the only place of rest. weave of the best. . life too -is theirs to call; as to us together by God given, even ants -too tiny . for the eyes of elephant, to see, can't be pecked by the beak of a pheasant. . who's as happy as a lark? which for dream cares not, or for war -doth fears. . look at the beasts, wild and tamed, all dwell on nature's gifts; their meals...
๐ Akeem Olabisi Ilupeju ReCircled: a whisper in the wind
#poetry a whisper in the wind just believe, and also be relieved, everything is only for a while. . whether you pray or play, either you prey or slay, or you lay for pay, it's only for a while. . ask men; frail and grey -yet living. and men, once famed in days of hay, how they played their game. . ask folks; in boxes, in six feet chamber; residuals of ants, who once a fox, now lying below. . i see beauty like rainbow; and nudity and purity, which tempted angels to fall down from heav...
๐ Akeem Olabisi Ilupeju ReCircled: a whisper in the wind
#poetry a whisper in the wind just believe, and also be relieved, everything is only for a while. . whether you pray or play, either you prey or slay, or you lay for pay, it's only for a while. . ask men; frail and grey -yet living. and men, once famed in days of hay, how they played their game. . ask folks; in boxes, in six feet chamber; residuals of ants, who once a fox, now lying below. . i see beauty like rainbow; and nudity and purity, which tempted angels to fall down from heav...
only few
#poetry only few now i see, life is not straight, yet, it cannot be, no matter how hard you cry or try, and mortals have mastered to duck. . those who walk it straight get there late, and those who wait, trying to shape it straight became a bait. . yet, even now, more a mystery is -to debate. on the reverse, i see those who traverse, get nice verses, and gallop on the canvas. . i found those, who endured the tenure of straight walk, only few climbed the pew to bow head a...
limbo
#poetry limbo at the snapt of the silver cord. at the parting of the clay and soul, whence goest the spirit, whence goest the shadow? is it limbo? . in limbo, i heard there's no time to stand akimbo, and ghosts don't ride a limo, and her sky has neither moon nor sun. neither rain nor rainbow. . i heard, limbo is a gracious region of oblivion; i heard it's a pervious dungeon since timeless aeon; the lingering sphere of gone souls. . in limbo, swift is their feet, light is their spee...
the road to my heart
#poetry the road to my heart the road to my heart is even. to every admirer a ride is given. . no hitch or ditch. no snitch can have a place for a shadow to pitch. . no crook or nook. come quickly and look. no spook to chortle even at a sook. . ti's great and straight. i tarry, be not late. make haste, time's still chaste. . the road to my heart is not rough or tough. not too long to walk if you're in love. . If you perverse, on the road you'll traverse, till you inverse out of the rom...
the way to the grave
#poetry the way to the grave rough and tough is the road to the sky, where splinters lie to sting pilgrims soles. crimson are the eyes and feet which ply it. . rough and tough is the road to the pit of gold. there, serpents coil to strike the bold. ruby are the sweat of men who dig the trove, . but the way to the grave, is not as the way to heaven. it's even. it's a sham, it enchants like charm, it's full of harm. woman's nude is nothing but scam. . the curvy hips and lips. luring ey...
solitude and darkness
#poetry solitude and darkness boredom rose in a night, to a lonely fellow in darkness, who -thriving to find grace, beyond the limit of his troubled space. . forgotten and forlornly for long, yet, yearned for peace, love and liberty -out of compound stronghold of bondage. . that night, like many past, pockets -empty, and wallets spent and mortal's venter demanding a morsel. . arms -furious, mind -curious, labour had refused to call in whiles limbs truly set for fruitful exploi...
that night
#poetry that night that night, the stars closed their lids. i wondered why! . that night, the kids inquired, who stole those little diamonds? . as they stood and gazed by their windows, they raised eyebrows. . then, what would blink if the stars would not? not the sky or cloud... . that night, the moon shut her beams, and the glows of halo, . and earth wasn't aglow, it was black and dark, like witches coven. . that night, none to tell the kids about the rain, how it drown...
future
#poetry future quit being futuristic, try to be realistic. seek not any further, that future is now. . want to ask how? or don't you know now, that the yesterday you insure, is the today you assure? . or don't you know still, that the today you stake, is the tomorrow you take? let's hold on and take a break. . about the future, you may go optimistic -if your present adventure caters for the ventured debenture. . in some futures, there truly await vultures, for many personal cult...
in the belly of the whale
#poetry in the belly of a whale If you fail to hearken, if your heart is hardened, to the counsel of wisdom, you shall be caught up in the wave of the storm, . you shall spin to the bottom of the sea, beyond low stratum -at random, undulating and modulating. . If you try to sail and swim, out of the fathom of the deep dark sea, you shall perceive a thing like giant phantom, . looking for your obstinate self to gulp. there's a prison in the belly of the whale to incarcerate a reca...
what's wasted?
what's wasted? quality time or precious clime, with both, be frugal. . the feet of time is nimble, and with wings so invisible, . time neither wait nor call back, and clime neither halt nor recede. . stand and ride with the tide, each time it rises to glide. . waste not money, it maketh one a pauper. waste not honey, it's not easy for the bees to brew. . what's wasted, blood or words? foods goods or books? . It's not good, waste not good or food, it hurts the spirit mood. . ...
a whisper in the wind
#poetry a whisper in the wind just believe, and also be relieved, everything is only for a while. . whether you pray or play, either you prey or slay, or you lay for pay, it's only for a while. . ask men; frail and grey -yet living. and men, once famed in days of hay, how they played their game. . ask folks; in boxes, in six feet chamber; residuals of ants, who once a fox, now lying below. . i see beauty like rainbow; and nudity and purity, which tempted angels to fall down from heav...
who are you?
#poetry who are you? who are you, a he or she? one -inspiring or requiring something to be ..., . are you a drinker, a thought sinker, a dream killer, or a tanker driver? . you can make a living as a tinker, if you tailored your suit to your length. . who are you? one idle kind or a lazy loiter, wishing a windfall to find? . do you cower under cover in harmattan? do you rise with the sun in sunny season? . are you one who gazes the sky and frown? or one who stares the weather and...
#AfricanChildhoodMemories
#poetry when we were kids when we were kids, to the heat we never bend, for -the sun was our friend, possessed by childish trend and childhood strength. . those days were gone, yet the plays were fun, when kids were always on the run in nagging sun; in sagging shorts, rolling tyres and hurling stones. . mischievous ones, as myself, fond pelting lizards with stones, and innocent birds, hopping on the wall, and darting clubs at ripened cherries and mangoes. . when we were kids, only ...
๐ Akeem Olabisi Ilupeju ReCircled: free me
#poetry free me free me, emotionally, mentally, physically. free my soul. again, i want to be whole, forever, i want to be free. . free me, from oppression which threatens my expression. free me, from boredom, which tethers my freedom. . free me, from economic degradation. it gave me deprivation. free me from joblessness, your weapon for starvation. . free me, from 'rights' violation, your trick for disposession, free me from intimidation, i've sighed long enough in subjugation. ....
a kite
#poetry a kite i sight a kite, in the night, hanging up and jerking, in the height, . of colour fairly bright like dim white. distinct in rays of moonlight, . like a dove, near the breast of jove, enjoying a jolly lonely rove. . the bonds seems tight. the frame clearly is light, which set the flight right, . i saw no string holding her chin, but there's a thing, so thin holding it in the wind. . and the tails and fins, of ribbons wrought, swim the passing stream of the nigh...
CANKERWORM
#poetry CANKERWORM I was born into nature, as a natural creature, just to be a treasure, and so impressive was the measure of my meekness, yet, I suffer from the pressure of my weakness; how can I detox myself from my sickness? Tell me if you know! . Eaten deep like hookworm; I'm remnant of the cankerworm. I was a child forsaken in shade of vicious norm, too steep to keep my head in moral form. I seek reform ere I deform. If you can help, please come and inform! . I'm tangl...
second chance
#poetry second chance she ambled out, in the night, without light yet, not fraught by fright. . stood by stone edge, woven arms across her chest. she hoped for a second chance. . sober, for those number of years wasted, romancing power, fire and thunder. . sober, thought it was too late to rise again, out of the debris of her blunders. . sober. again -wished to go back -ten-years younger, to unwaste wasted time and days, . wished, for return of lost epoch, whilst yet, a gol...
Ela
#poetry แบธฬlร (Odรนu'fa kan tรญ รณ ล jแบนri sรฌ รฌwรก s'aye Jรฉsรน Kristi ร ti รฌpadร bแปฬ Rแบนฬ. Translation of the Yorรนbรก version) แบธฬlร , rรฒฬฃ wรก! แบธฬlร , rรฒฬฃ wรก,! แบธฬlร , wรก 'yรฉ แป wร รก gbe'ku! แบธฬlร , wรก 'yรฉ แป wร รก gbe'ja! แบธฬlร wรกy'รฉ, แบธฬlร รณ gbe'ku. แบธฬlร รณ gbe'ja แบธฬlร gbรก'yรฉ แนฃe rere. . Ayรฉ bรญnรบ แบธฬlร , Ayรฉ p'แบธฬlร , แบธฬlร kรบ, แบธฬlร jรญวนde, แบธฬlร gรฒkรจ แปฬrun lแป. . แปmแป l'รณjรบ Olรณdรนmarรจ kร n แน...
under the sea
#poetry under the sea and so they say, belly of the sea, is blessed with thousands living specie. . sharks swim in detour, hunting to devour innocent flesh lacking succour. . they say, fish of jelly is typical to that belly, and other lives struggling to survive. . and so i heard, belly of the sea is a depth of history. rich in treasures of forgotten centuries. . and so i was told, belly of the sea is a dark pit of mysteries -hoarding creepy tales so, so eerie. . not fable or fo...
free me
#poetry free me free me, emotionally, mentally, physically. free my soul. again, i want to be whole, forever, i want to be free. . free me, from oppression which threatens my expression. free me, from boredom, which tethers my freedom. . free me, from economic degradation. it gave me deprivation. free me from joblessness, your weapon for starvation. . free me, from 'rights' violation, your trick for disposession, free me from intimidation, i've sighed long enough in subjugation. ....
๐ Akeem Olabisi Ilupeju ReCircled: THE THROES OF WAR
#poetry PEACE CAMPAIGN: THE THROES OF WAR In a war-torn land, only soot of gunflints perch on leaves, not budded larvas, . only ash of cauterized happiness layered surfaces; only cinders of incinerated tomorrow, . in a war ridden land, only maggots revel on festering flesh; only vultures feast on moldering carcasses, . only haunting cries of horror undulate in air, not flappings of moths or clappings of butterflies, . only speed of scudding missiles hum in mid air, and heaves of ...
sweet
#poetry sweet as money gladdens a mortal's soul, only phallus doth sweetens a lady's hole, . illicitly or licitly, phallus and vulva can't but play this role, either for genuine or counterfeit goal, . it isn't funny. like honey, coitus is sweet -so my phallus joyously tweets, not my tongue, . though, painful is conception, awful is parturition, but so gainful is the fruit; the seed of the coition, . without copulation, how can life be sweet? without ejaculation, how can the hype be sea...
CHANGE
#poetry CHANGE They are bunch of libertines, lately did we know, then -what we heard was 'change', from honeyed lips, it triggered smiles, and then infectious mirths, it triggered hope of merited exit from long-sufferance; we cooled, we relieved, then anticipating reign of 'change'. Then, national slogan arrived, "sai Baba, sai Buhari", mutual tongues chorused, impoverished civilians, desperate urchins; we leapt, hailed, then, climbed the bandwagon too. Thence, 'change', 'change', was the ...
THE HERDSMEN.
#poetry THE HERDSMEN When egrets you see, gayly floating low in sky, or fluttering loosely on proximate fields, you must know, ruthless herdsmen are few feets away, take to your heels and rush away! . As oft as 'round here they roam, in these bushes to graze; fearfully, the community recoils; for, with impunity they raze our ripened farms; begetting regrets for the victims -yet, authorities forget us on the crossroads of neglect. . Where sabres swing, who can dare to call a spade a spad...
a country on fire
#poetry a country on fire a country is on fire, who set the pyre? . cacophony from the trichotomy is now higher, . a country for hire, ere it sinks in the mire, . a country is on fire, none to put out the fire, . doom is nigher, yet, trabadours thrumming the lyre, . a country is on fire, nations playing satire in clowns' attire, . pandemonium raped an empire, she's plunged in a quagmire, . a country is on fire, the flame is consuming the watch tower. ------------------...
GLADIATORS AND PREDATORS
#poetry GLADIATORS AND PREDATORS Love me, rather than loathe me, Hug me, rather than hurt me, Kiss me, rather than kill me, Save me, rather than sell me, Help me, rather than humiliate me. . Hausa or Yoruba, Biafra or Igbo, do we yet not know we are brothers from same mother? Why should we plot our own murder? . Each day, we turned hunters and monsters; the inglorious molesters of this nation. We turned gladiators and predators, in the arena of foolish spectators. . How did we nu...
THE THROES OF WAR
#poetry PEACE CAMPAIGN: THE THROES OF WAR In a war-torn land, only soot of gunflints perch on leaves, not budded larvas, . only ash of cauterized happiness layered surfaces; only cinders of incinerated tomorrow, . in a war ridden land, only maggots revel on festering flesh; only vultures feast on moldering carcasses, . only haunting cries of horror undulate in air, not flappings of moths or clappings of butterflies, . only speed of scudding missiles hum in mid air, and heaves of ...
Nowadays, Glad Tiding Is Rare
#poetry Nowadays, Glad Tiding Is Rare nowadays, good news is scarce, in this scary surge of bloody insurgent, . modern men are belligerent; few only are benevolent, even ones religion adherent, . amidst global predicaments, men rising so violent, society getting more decadent, . mushroom cloud won't do us proud. bomb blast in the crowd only got men crying on loud. . I'm aghast for atomic blasts. how long will it last? for earth is ebbing in constant nuclear casts, . nowadays, glad tidings is ra...
RAT RACE
#poetry RAT RACE In blink and twink of eye, final lap of incumbent regime closed in -like highway mirage; with its bits and pieces of equivocal administration; and baton relinquish we anticipate, to quit honourably away, for next accredited wannabe. While bloodless poll masses yearn, and hitch free transition, sooner we seem mindless became, of ours political legacy and pioneer democracy, being this rat race system antecedents, and gunboat diplomacy, ever gorier than vestiges ...
DARKNESS
#poetry darkness darkness has voice. only seeds of the night can truly discern. . voice of darkness is eerie. his sound is mystery. his presence is spooky, . his cloak floats like thousand dark sparrows. his abode is pit of shadows. . every night, he enchants the owls. every night, the Godless are bewitched. . in obscure, he whispers. he growls, howls. every night, he frightens the fowls. . when he alights, his emissaries arise. geckos sneak in to cut incisions . on your delicate sk...
SHE'S NOT A PERVERT
#poetry SHE'S NOT A PERVERT But I saw diamonds in her eyes. Stars plummeting off her lids. The mouth in her eyes whispers affection. Upon her ebbing brows, crows comb for corn, butterflies dig for honey. Lashes of her eyes is fertile field for lust. Her winks dimmed the sun, when she raised her eyes in the sky and gazed. It turned down low the moon's glow. Her stare intimidates the dark, her ocular orbs censures the boys, who perch in shadows of perverted night. In the midst of grin...
SHE'S NOT YOUR WOMAN
#poetry SHE'S NOT YOUR WOMAN she's not your woman, the one who thirsts much for wร hรกlร and scare not of brouhaha, . she's not your woman, the one you hid in a cupboard, yet fries popcorn in a silver cauldron, . she's not your woman, one whose bride price you paid, now raising pectus and daring your face with fisticuffs, . no, she can't be your woman, one -to whose parents you prostrated, now, underrated and gets you so frustrated, . she can't be your woman, one whose knot yo...
Adonis
#poetry Adonis Who is Adonis? As eager my wish to know, of him called Adonis, . they spake of him like a head beneath the crown, or a blue-blooded kind, . they make of him like a head to bequeath the town, or a true, blessed kind, . so gracious is his name, and spake of his glorious frame; by which sprouts his fame, . and the handsomeness, which imbued his humanness, doth enkindles mortalsโ curiousness, . hefty as lofty, though heโs a lad distant from forty, but they professed heโs worthy...
THESE FLOWERS SHALL WITHER
#poetry These Flowers Shall Wither Even, for a being, who, generally declared silly, if sees a Lily, shall admit itโs pretty. Lavender or Bougainvillea, as adorns yards of urban villa. . Iโve seen flowers in mornings, in silver icing of distilled dew, earlier than sunโs rise to a thawing ray, and in twilights, as cool winds dismiss midday heats; all gracefully and grandly. . I saw Roses and keeled like one doused in excess doses of slumber pills. By her beauty, my fingertip...
LET'S MAKE HASTE
#poetry LET'S MAKE HASTE As fervently as thou may wish, no mortal kind can harness time in a leash. Tick-tock, tick-tock, that's what the clock preaches; to a being who holds a thing to do, so swiftly to do. . As fervently as thou may will, time canst be a mortal's friend. It's not his natural trend, for his way, men would gravely wend, that his paths would go bend, beyond his envisioned end. . It's only in graves that still is time, and in limbo of men -here asleep, within wraps of mil...
