Akogun Eda
E ba mi wa eda
Eda adapa lo soja
Eda to lori meji
Eda abaya ganga
E gbe kini yi wa
Emi lokan
Egbeje kole daa duro
Egbeegberun ko to bee pelu
Emi lokunrin meta soso
Afefe ko gburo obolo
Onidiri ko ya dori re mu
Alagemo ko moyi arisa
Ko kete ile yaa yera ajeku
A ba moni; a ba wariri
A ba moni; a ba gberi
Iku tii pa ojude eni
A kilo firi, a ba yeri
Eda kan soso ajanaku
Eda kan soso, ogbologbo
Eda kan soso, ogbontarigi
Eda kan soso, larin egbeegberun
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E-arly
L-ight
I-n
Z-enith
A-llows
A-pparent
B-eacon
A-s
Y-ou
A-wake
Topic: Birthday of Eliza L. Abaya (September 16)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A black cloud
rains selectively
on the dispossessed,
a wretched lot.
My billowing abaya
now clings to me,
revealing my form.
Their glances lacerate.
The road stretches
to the horizon,
but has swallowed
my expectations.
Palestine, 1948
First published in Blue Minaret
THE MOTHER OF ALL ABAYA POEMS
(103rd Air Command Pilot Lady)
Well Colonel you may think you're Rudolph Valintino
and the sheik of the hundred and third air clown.
but this pilot ain't gonna ride no camel
and I ain't wearin no abaya to town.
So if you got your tent in a hizzy
remember this tin Lizzy
ain't wearin no abaya to town.
I been in your tent a time or two,
I'm the reason your camel got a big hump on his back.
but Colonel honey, this Salome knows a thing or two
and I ain't cuttin you no slack.
I drink your bootleg all night
but I ain't gonna ride that camel again
he got a strange look in his eye
and I ain't wearin no abaya to town.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
aka Ron Wilson
LADIES OF TAHRIR SQUARE
She spread through our minds
In the chaos of Cairo backstreets.
And on this day
Oh how we loved that girl.
and we stopped our red Vespas at the red light
for her to cross.
We knew who she is,
In her tight jean cutoffs,
Western Wear designer jeans,
designed to change the world.
and her near waist yellow T
revealing all of the woman she could become.
We knew we would see her again and again.
Yes we got her Message
and it is Holy.
All we could do is watch her.
She knew.
But did she ever know we had our eyes on her.
When she reached the curb, she paused,
and she threw us a backward, over the shoulder smile.
Yes, she knew the revolution was overdue.
Their Arab Spring was new and here.
Ready for her rise to human right,
we turned,
we blinked,
and she was gone.
We knew it is so.
Their girls are so beautiful
sans an abaya.
Suddenly her revolution was ended.
and gone, her smile.
Those ladies of Cairo,
They were right,
They were together,
They had the hope,
and the world was on their side.
So why did they lose?
?
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Orlando FL 07-30-2014