Who’s been struck with even little hammer
And his lips failed to curses yammer:
“Son-of-a-” not part of grammar:
For a blow, mortal, control stammer?
Struck with a big or a little hammer!
One is sure to enact a drama;
Golden voice hatching golden stammer,
Striker: replica of Osama
While one is far flung from Obama:
A writhing cut tail of Agama.
The Hitter Bigger Monday Hammer
Bound to give up any Akiyama
And grossly cough Newest Yamaha!
Categories:
agama, bullying, confusion, cry, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Neither Agama nor Nigama
No mind games no enigma
All that it takes
Is to conditioning forsake
Layer by layer
Erasing delusion that hovers
Manifesting as contraction
Life negation
Smiling at the stranger
Embracing the wayside beggar
Agendaless
In blissfulness
We simply follow the scent
Of love as our native element
Bliss cognisance
Awareness of innocence
Unfettered by mind body association
Observational meditation orientation
Devoid of all seeking or anticipating
Being to become bliss by vaporising
There is no one here and hence no doing
Save presence in stillness slowly blossoming
Categories:
agama, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
~ Osaynko kathapar ~
Pamagosayn ko kon
so manga sarat a sorot
a okit ka thiwalaya
a ino bala sa tapar
a kambangonan sa walay...
Paganay na kataid
ikadowa na tamok
ikatlo na ban'sa
ikapat na agama
na ikalima na bae...
Ikapd a imanto
na sarat a kasosorot
ka obabadn di bae
ka matag kambae-bae
na mndod ko kakhapka...
Pamagosayn ko pn
so manga barat a sngkot
a sakit kathiwalaya
a oro barang sa tapar
a kambabago sa walay...
Paganay na kataud
ikadowa na samok
ikatlo na ba'nta
ikapat na amaga
na ikalima da ebat...
Ikapd a imanko
na sakat kilalapugot
ka obabadn da bae
ka matag kambabalae
na mndod ko kakhapta...
~ By: dsr , Khadaffy D. Mangondato
Categories:
agama, analogy, beautiful,
Form: List
Twisting up my body emboldened
Hyping my spirit to Planet 9
Thrusting gently my soul to an off beat
Jerking up my feet in no fete
Throwing hands in the air
Moving my carcass to an unheard hurly-burly
Heaping up dance on my hips
Humming to a tune of no name
Shaking ones head like an Agama.
Until my Fibula was aching
I became hyper-active
For what, I queried myself?
For a dance of no tune
Indeed a Fandango only of the Spaniard.
This time in Samonda, Ibadan.
In my quest to situate the 46 years
Independence Anniversary of Nigeria.
We are dancing to no tune in particular.
Categories:
agama, angst, anniversary, history, people,
Form: Free verse