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Ajayi Angel-Simon Poem
PARADOX
Every line has a meaning; every meaning has a line…
We think we have the worst story;
We heard other’s, we exclaimed, ‘GLORY’
It’s cold now, when will it be hot?
Now it’s hot, Oh Cold! Be our lot
When it rains, we crave sun;
Now it scorches, we say, ‘Rain Is Fun’
We dream, but are afraid of its reality
We see reality but fantasize on fantasy
We despise love—it’s cheap but deep;
We idolize hatred—it robs us of sleep
We want the flower, the tower and the shower
We want the whole world in our power
We want this; we want that
But we have neither this nor that
We want to be here, and there
But we are neither here nor there:
Joyful in sorrow; sorrowful in joy
Happy in sadness; sad in happiness
Laughing but crying; crying but laughing
Sane in insanity; insane in sanity
Filthy in holiness; holy in filthiness
Fearful in courage; courageous in fear
Poor in riches; rich in poverty
Healthy in wealth; wealthy in health
Love in lust; lust in love
Beautiful but ugly; ugly but beautiful
Speaking but silent; silent but speaking
Thinking while sleeping; sleeping while thinking
Filled with emptiness; empty in fullness
Abundant in lack; lacking in abundance
Fruitful in barrenness; sterile in fruitfulness
Praying in despair; despair in prayer
Strength for weakness; feeble in strength
Honesty in dishonesty; dishonesty in honesty
Peace in war; war in peace
Civil but military; military but civil
Goodness in evil; evil in goodness
Rising but falling; falling but rising
Coming but going; going but coming
Dead but living; living but dead…
To win or to lose: to be used or to use
Man is man when man knows man
Death will die, and life will live…
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At my pious avowal, my seed was sown.
A new vision, my liege Lord's race is known.
Century said he'd lived earlier to lead
Believers on how to water the seed;
and gather more fruits for the barn he build.
Some will fall on thorns or stones; better a field
To receive a hundred fold increase, lest
I'm bereft of my bounty soul harvest.
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Nigeria & the New Year Presidential Gift
SILENCE
Silence! Stillness! Silence! Inaction!
All guises of an impending eruption
The only sound of merriment
Is in the coterie of increment
I wish there could be joy in this clime
Like the pleasure you get from my rhyme
Our busy rails, ports and roads
Are our platforms for relieving our heart-loads
On boards, boldly written are our words in hues
Is it our turn to be deprived of shoes?
We trek the streets proclaiming a new birth
While our detractors soar like birds in mirth
Silence! I encounter silence everywhere I ambled
Is it true that our peace has been gambled?
There are only two persons I see
The first person, a damsel, I glee
I will never have seen her, thanks to subsidy
But to Keats "beauty is truth, truth beauty"
I would have fallen for her seductions
But I resisted her like subsidy attractions
I would have blindly succumbed, rejecting truths
Now I discern why all hands protest, even youths
Our pains increase yet no decrease
All we patients, diagnosed for the same disease
Our misery, their fortress; our words, our refuge
We persist, our tears for justice in deluge
Empty promises sadden our weary lobe
Hence; we seem the dystopian part of the globe
The second person, like the Ancient Mariner
Expressed his pains and fears in this manner
"Once upon a time, in their kingdom, animals –
Birds, reptiles, insects, aquatic and mammals –
Rejoice over the death of their brutal king
In unity and hilarity, they dance and sing.
'At last,' they said, 'it’s now authority, no more power;
Our words and woes will be respected in the new tower;
No despot reign, but a shepherd for us all sheep,
Tender-heart and loving; his promises, he will keep;
Our promise land! A new captain to steer our ship
He will use the mace to direct us, not as a whip'
All - ignorant of the dead despot’s fairy - are whining:
For he was alive and in a shepherd’s cloak, ruling"
Then the tale teller asked, 'Alas, Is that their lot?
Who's now leading, the shepherd or the despot?'
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IS DEATH AN IGBO MAN?
Quietus: ‘Nna Grave, this is Quietus
from Vaults and Sons International.
My containers don arrive?’
Grave: ‘Yes Oga Quietus. From:
—Cairo—Syria—Boston—Kangan—
—Somalia—Monrovia—Sudan—
—Iraq—Afghanistan—Pakistan—Congo—
—Russia—Yemen—Israel—
—Ivory Coast—Rhodesia—Burkina;
but some of the goods (carrion)
were mutilated,
and left for Vultures.’
Quietus: ‘Ok. I get business for Kangan(1960).
Oga at the top
has finally heard
His people’s cry
by reason of their taskmasters.’
Grave: ‘Goodluck Sah!’
©Angel Simon 2013
Amidst global political upheaval and terrorist pandemonium
which has increased mortality rate incessantly, this poem
(written in a dialogic format) is a conversation between two
business partners- Oga Quietus(Death) and Grave who both
trade in Carrion (dead bodies). The ethnical and symbolic
relevance of the Igbo Man for Death is because Death shares
some of the typical Igbo Man's commercial doggedness. Some
of which are industry, enterprise and adventure. Death is
really industrious in his Carrion business as we see his
branches in the above mentioned nations topping its supply
list from Grave. Enjoy!
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Ajayi Angel-Simon Poem
manger baby--my one-in-a-trillion-gift
I the master; sin my minion
perpetual dominion
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“God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers”… Jewish proverb
DEAR MOTHER,
M: for the MILLION things you gave me
O: for I'm OPPORTUNE to be called your son
T: for your TEACHINGS on the true values of life
H: for your HEART of purest gold
E: for your EYES shining with love
R: for you're always RIGHT and will always be
“A mother is she who breastfeeds children with the milk of love, and rejoices at their
growth”… Ángélì (Angel Simon)
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I didn’t scoff the grub;
for pleasure and sanit I scrub.
To doff trite piece of food
is my calling from the wood
When man meets assorted meat,
I grieve for the chewing treat.
I’m man’s aurora friend.
Like the Ultimate man, to the very end
I search for decayed morsel particle;
to restore man’s fresh breath is my hustle.
Cast me away and man’s teeth will hide;
his tongue won’t glide – that’s my pride.
I’m his quotidian servant-master
adorned with creamy butter
to evict stinking gums from vocal isle.
Never weary, I renew his oral smile.
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I'm not a
preacher;
I'm just another believer.
I believe in the future of my
generation,
because we are the solution
generation.
My generation...
Flourishing in righteousness
Walking in holiness
Nourishing in goodness
Connecting to grace yet
wireless
Overflowing amidst
emptiness
Shining amidst darkness
Bearing fruits amidst
barrenness
Blossoming amidst dryness
Breaking through in the
wilderness
Triumphant in godliness
Abounding in greatness
Making tremendous
progress...
My generation...
Great stories yet untold
Great vessels yet unfold
Too glorious to uphold
Too beautiful to behold
Too fiery to be cold
So vibrant and so bold
We are the Master's mold
To Jesus, we are sold
For great testimonies to be
told
We are the generation with a
medal of gold
We are the royal priesthood...
My generation...
Holiness lovers
Sin haters
Glory carriers
Light bearers
Barrier breakers
Line crossers
Destiny builders
Future shapers
Corruption stoppers
Life savers
Freedom fighters
Nations leaders
Soul winners
Bountiful reapers
Tireless transformers
Peace makers
Pace setters
Great achievers...
My generation...
Radiating joy: no more
sorrow
Rich in gold: no more borrow
Filled by God: not hollow
Deep in love: not shallow
Always on top: not below
Shield in amour: no arrow
All round eagles: no sparrow
Astute soldiers: no feeble
marrow
Rising from zero to hero
Right path; we will follow
My generation...
With the scripture as our life
mirror
The picture of our future has
no error
We are the generation of God
seekers
We are the generation of
heaven minders
We are the bountiful soul
harvesters
We are the trees planted by
the rivers of water
We are the branches whose
leaves shall not wither
We are the generation that
will greatly prosper...
My generation...
A generation with God's
instruction
Looking unto Jesus: our
greatest motivation
Empowered for the Great
Commission
We are the world's inspiration
We are a holy nation
We are a chosen generation
We are the Unstoppable
Generation
We are a generation heading
to a glorious destination
We are the joy of many
generation...
My generation...
We will arise and shine
In eternity, with Jesus we will
wine and dine...
I'm not a preacher;
I'm just another believer.
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Lived in darkness and death
Christ's birth restores creation's mirth
Living in light and everlasting life
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Pain: the giant predator
On life's jungle field; always hunting
Joy: the tenuous prey
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