https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/am_poetic_blood_born_1244937
I love poetry with the whole of my being
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/my_name_is_nigeria_1246217
A message to my country Nigeria to be self reliant
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_last_acorn_1249332
experience with a deep river in my school environments.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ode_to_olumo_rock_1249588
Olumo rock a beautiful tourist center located in Abeokuta, Ogun state in Nigeria
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/end_the_beginning_1244732
written to depicts satirical mood of the epidemic at present
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_pit_of_hell_1246736
A message to the world of the Lords second coming
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_am_1251395
A bit quite of my personality
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/concubine_1245441
Dangers of insincerity in marriage
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/wandering_child_1244884
A message to prodigal sons or daughters all around the globe
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/use_your_gift_dont_use_you_1245995
Independence is the best attitude in life
12/5/2020
When you see Wole Soyinka smile,
The earth dances in a glowing feast,
The earthquake becomes calm and
Loyal before his moving lips' curve.
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He is the future of dreams and hope,
A focal point of the orbit of humans;
A charming prince of ancient Abeokuta,
Whose throat habours virgin songs.
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If the turtle birds can stand the wind,
If the lizard can look up to the trees,
If the sky was once black and later white,
Then Wole's smiles have motivated many.
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When Wole Soyinka smile,
Many women struggle to see his bed.
He is the lion in the cave of an Elephant,
The wind that touches every soul honey-ly.
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A teething laughter made him a king,
His craving words channelled his destiny,
His fart, a pretty fragrances that queens
fight to gather to their kings in the palace.
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When you see Wole Soyinka smile,
The world go round like Mary-go-round.
His smile is a fruitful fruits planted by the
River bank which remained ever pretty.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
The cream of the land has been
slain
And the jewels flushed in the
drain
Tell it not in Abeokuta
Neither publish it in Uromi
Lest the Ancestors hear
and be dumb
Lest the claws of horror glean in
their tomb.
Listen, you cursed bed of
Andalusia!
Let there be no gem nor laces
Be found draped further upon you.
For upon you the
jewel was lost.
You little wood of Lissa,
listen!
For being an accomplice to this
sin.
You have served a million invitation
hence,
To multitude of feet that shall
trudge upon your
silence.