Loving newly weds,
Power games husband playing,
Soon to be annulled.
Zenith of perfection is the aim of my existence.
My pilgrimage towards this, I know, is my persistence.
I align my senses like a predator towards prey.
My physique and psyche are synthesised in every way.
The social fibre in me, like thread in linen, is knit.
Doesn't the quiver of optimism endlessly transmit?
I dig the mines of cores of self-searching for the truth.
Thoughts, words, and actions are in unfeigned perpetual youth.
The fulfilment of feelings flows towards fullness of life.
Between uprightness and vileness, there is a constant strife.
Virtues, like treasures of vast oceans, are hidden within
Could stains of sin, before relentless goodness ever win?
Divinity, like vast skies, endlessly gets expanded.
Fullness of spirit within innermost shrines is implanted.
Values are revalued. Sensual pleasures are channelled.
Hindrances towards integral liberation are annulled.
All that the almighty meant for humans to be is won.
Eternally, in everything, the divine will is done.
How do you find this place?
Do you find it with greatness?
Do you find it with peace?
Do you find it with proportion?
Do you find it with the least?
Do you find it with wanting?
Do you find it with plenty?
Do you find it with harshness?
Do you find it gently?
Do you find it with malice?
Do you find it with content?
Do you find it with purpose?
Do you find it with intent?
Do you find it compelling?
Do you find it dull?
Do you find it intriguing?
Do you find it annulled?
Do you find it gracious?
Do you find it cheap?
Do you find it deflating?
Do you find it steep?
Do you find it at all?
Do you find it not?
Do you find it lacking?
Do you find it alot?
Do you find it enlightened with pure strength and its might?
Do you find it blackened with no end in sight?
Do you find it faster than the speed of light?
Do you find the noose has become to tight?
Paisley at my bosom, soft head tadpoles
Wrapped dependent, rest in trust cherubic
Teeth buds plump palms grip my knee, betrothal
Chatter germinates language sporadic
Gurgled contentment, vowel upswings strangle
Trance silence slumps little limbs from frantic
Pure rapture adoration fresh angle
Rock A Baby slobbered face romantic
Blossomed brood, clan, cluster, fan club gaggle
Toddle boldly confident beyond skill
Awe for mundane magnifies appraisal
Frustration annulled, infantile stun still
Sibling envy love wound rigid, rough rope
Petals inseperable open with hope
27th January
Childish desires
My uncle is dead.
Funeral or no funeral?
He was a blue baby; born dead.
Oxygen did not get to his brain in time.
The doctor worked on him too long.
He had multiple mental, social and emotional challenges.
He was sweet talked into a very expensive pre-paid funeral
by a cagey greedy funeral director with no morals.
He signed a contract.
The family could not get the contract annulled.
I have not seen this uncle for fifty years.
He was in a group home for most of that time.
Four people are attending.
I will not make the fifth.
I loathe the funeral home director.
Not relishing spending, one second trying to exchange niceties.
Update
His funeral was not attended by four.
Only two showed up.
That is two more people than he would allow to visit.
The last few years of life he was afraid of people as well as electricity, lightning, thunder, electrical cords, knives, brooms, and sixty other things.
Sadly the two who showed were not speaking.
One being a non-vaxed non-masked niece.
The other being a masked niece wearing a mask.
They both telephoned me to complain about the other.
I truly am glad I did not attend.
You drain out of my mind
regrets flutter, die
are rebirthed as your face.
Love annulled
came to visit me last night.
Now I have to redraw myself.
You think it's going to be your way or the highway but that's not how it's going to be.
You'd better change your way of thinking if you want to continue to be married to me.
You are not always going to get your way.
You'd better learn that if you want me to stay.
You need to learn that marriage is a two-way street, it's not a one-way street.
When it comes to our marriage, I'm not going to take a back seat.
You don't care about my dreams and desires, you think it's all about you.
If you don't change, I'll have this marriage annulled, that's what I'll do.
You've started laughing because you actually think I'm not serious.
When I talk about this problem, you think it's not worthy to discuss.
It won't be your way or the highway but that is something that I have failed to make clear.
I no longer want you for a wife so I'm going to pack my bags and get the hell out of here.
(Even though this poem is fictional, I really would leave such a person)
I took the poison to erase my pains,
It's slowly moving through my system,
And killing me softly with time,
Don't think that's my gain.
My eyes are bleeding tears,
I'm no longer fighting my worst fears,
Life is becoming too hard and unbearable,
I'm drying and dying, broken and scarred.
My heart is benumbed and simply annulled,
Endlessly aching,
It won't get any better,
In this stifling and cold world.
Harsh words, violent blows and anxiety,
I'm depressed with many hidden secrets,
The future is just blurry,
And my life is ending in a hurry.
I've been freed as love walked away
The myth we've met were abscond silently
The gladness had now turned into annoy
Mayhap i'll erudite to be singlehandedly
They said that everyone is lonely sometimes
But I'll invariably remain solitary all the times
As no futile or any sprout maiden will eliminates
I've annulled all the tattlers who blabbed my desires
Being single is all what made men to be legend
Thought I invariably stand affirm and not depended
And I'll forslow until God thrilled a matured maid
That gain and impart homage to the one who esteemed
Memories will always lasts forever
As we'll all be together and forever
To invent our own life's meaning easy
But it's still allowed and we'll be happy
While the futile keep espying at us
As they loathe and blabbed about our oneness
And the garrulous prolonged to be taciturn
We equitably annulled their vision
We're united for an authentic purpose
And never be diverged sans purpose
I hope and wish this company to last forever
And we'll be the last ones standing ever
Buttercup as an anemone, I see my bonbon
In the midst of a wharve spin,
Graciously thin languette,
Ecclesiastic, a true coquette,
Offered for a handful of sequin
On the 1000-thread linen, rests Evangeline!
Shine the uptown shrine with whispering vocal cords
As the frock is overcome with a slow descend,
Never mind the sallow ambience of
An ageing Jesuit mission, or thereof,
Words of prohibition annulled by disparlure:
Madame! – as they say, I don’t kiss-poor.
My appearance, utterance of faith,
Expected and grandiloquent,
Clasped the mortification with inflamed blood,
Yet budding desire, instantly prescribed,
Not to let it out of my sight.
But to greybeard wonderful torrents of luxury,
About to 5G live-stream this imperious rite
Will put a stop to any cavil,
A cue in hand to excite ’n’ appease the inner devil,
I abide the coming, Evangeline!
Cordial satisfaction, marvellous plantation of joy,
Memento mori, I must this very moment, I must die.
Music dissolved all enmity,
Annulled natural chemistry,
All regardless of consortia,
Came to hear the jungle orchestra.
Maestro King Lion got all in tune,
Baboon was superb on the bassoon,
Four parrots made a splendid quartet,
Chimpanzee dazzling on clarinet.
Tiger gifted on piano keys,
Ivory’s ring in the warm night breeze,
Hyena on flute, as good as it comes,
Monkey kept rhythm on bongo drums.
Bonobos’ violins euphony,
Playing strings so beautifully,
Bush Baby played harp con amore,
Mandrill on bass like never before.
Leopard was genius on the trumpet,
Sounding superb and jubilant,
Hippo virtuosic on oboe,
Gorilla’s trombone magnifico.
Music’s power can calm savage breast,
Myth or not, ‘tis what the poet said,
Oh, that it could put all strife at rest,
Bringing blessed peace on earth instead.
Your wife isn't carrying your baby, she's carrying mine.
She wanted me to marry her but I had to decline.
She didn't want tongues to wag about her being an unwed mother.
She was afraid of people's reactions, that's why she married you after becoming your lover.
She pushed her mother down the stairs because she's very mean.
She posted naked pictures of me on Facebook, she's also obscene.
I'd had enough of her cruel behavior and I decided to dump her then and there.
When I learned she told you that you're the father, I had to tell you because it's unfair.
I can't let her do this to you, I can't and won't keep quiet.
You may not believe me and you may even want to fight.
When the baby is born, I'll tell you what you must do and it will be for the best.
You can prove that she's pulling the wool over your eyes with a DNA test.
I will gladly give her money for child support because it's my baby.
And when I tell you that you must have your marriage annulled, I don't mean maybe.
The night in riches
my vault again full
The words overflowing
old debts now annulled
The stillness a fortune
its quiet sublime
The meaning unmortgaged
—a poem divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
O-n this day in history, electorate gave the
mandate.
L-ords of that time annulled an election,
an unfair decision to the citizenry, a
decision without a reason.
A-nnulment it was, that was the worst
J-uggernauts!, were they? who were?
I-ntention in doing that was in fact
opposed
D reams were shattered, some were
battered, alas, others passed on
E-mphasis on the struggle for
Democracy is paramount, and one can
not overemphasise the importance.
O-verjoyed, to hear the announcement
R emembrance at last, honours deserved
I-n my time, some critics of politics are
alarmed by the honours: honours long
overdue
A-ccolades: finally given, accolades
deserved
M-artyr: A Martyr is reborn
I-s Mediocrity in our Democracy over and
can we empower Democracy to
overpower Mediocrity and sustain
Democracy.?
S-olidarity is forever, our rights, our lives
E-mbrace our dreams, we breathe
Happy
Democracy
Day
Olajide
Oribamise
June
12
2018
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