Best Ara Poems
P D, Paula and Phyllis: each have "P" in their name.
O' s , though, I see none of! Now isn't that a shame?
Emilia, sweetie, gets third spot for her "E."
T im, Thvia, Tirzah, & Timothy (where the heck IS he?)
R ueben, Ravindra, Rhonda, Robert. . . R has a LOT!
Y OU who are reading this, I give you THIS spot!
S ara, two Sharons, great "S" ladies those!
O odles of names, but where are the O's?
U again. Yes, double mention to U !!
P remium poets sure spice up the SOUP.
Originally For Adeleke's Acrostic Contest: Poetic Picture of Poetry Soup
Now for PD's Any Poem #37 Poetry Contest
Note: Just see how things have changed in a matter of at least three years or more. A review of "how it used to be" but a few of these names are still going strong today!!
Categories:
ara,
Form:
Acrostic
Ah, Red Macaw, you are the pestilence
of impatience
in my day, soaring far, far overhead
squawking and screaming
your face overheated and red
beak too portentous
for sweets, gobbling and demanding
if ever you stop, but the leaves
have no leavening, you’re all feed
and poop and mar my day.
Even though I seek you out
you escape, Scotch-free,
wearing a tartan of betrayal.
Who you seem to be
righter of words, merely mimics
what experience I bring
with my heart and days. I want to
wear flames, gold, drink juices
that drip from the blues of my mouth.
You wear my head where I have shadow.
You wear my flight, straight and narrow
Branching and diving and soaring.
You wear my hunger for the sweetness
of truth, but follow only my path
Where is yours? Where is your course?
Of course. Your caw, screams
Why don’t you speak your own language
Know your own. Your home.
Instead of mine.
Categories:
ara, animals, pets, travel,
Form:
Free verse
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-NativePen 029
EKO @50
TIME OF THOUGHT:LOSS
DATE OF THOUGHT:2015
A damsel was born decades ago
Her name is EKO
Eko Ile Ogbon
She is the most sought after amongst other
The eyes of the Southwest states
The favourite of her mother Country Nigeria
The choice of all
Her northern and eastern arms is shared by the Gateway state (Ogun State)
Adun ba'rin ma to'si
Her western arms is shared with Republic of Benin
Even her Southern arms lies the Atlantic Ocean
Thanks to the ancient settlers of Eko the CENTER OF EXCELLENCE
The Aworis I salute thee "Kitigbe o" ? "O gbe ire"
Beckone on them for varieties of sea fishes; Obokun, Epiya............
Eko Akete
The home to deities of fortune and wealth
Eko Ile Aje
The first ever style can be found within her walls
Won kere si nonba Eko
Eko is ever radiant as the sun and the star
Her fortunes makes her markets rival to none;
Do you need food spices? Danfo knows the route to Oyingbo
Ladipo market is home to all automobile parts you ever think of
Your electronics solution lies in Alaba market
Attires of many colours that makes Eko the home of fashion is there in Balogun market
No wonder the mamooth population of different tribes
Igbo kwenu, your inmense investment cannot be ignored
Yaya dei,
Ara o le bi? Ase jere o
Eko a home to a number of warring ethnic group
To whom much is taken
Much is to be given
Now is the right time to celebrate her (Eko)
Let all her suitor gather round
Her celebration is on
Eko is just 50years, but her riches makes one think she's older than metuselat
If you have not been to Eko,it is certain you dont know Eyo
Her fortune spirit beckones on all
Eko is a friend of all, foe to none
Eko gbole o gbo'le
Eko embodies the economic future of Africa
"Eko o ni baje o" O baje ti"
I won't drop my pen, so I can write many more without saying Kabiosi o Oba Rilwan Akiolu 1. Also more grease to your elbow, your excellency Governor Akinwunmi Ambode.
Gbogbo Eko aku odun aku iyedun ooo
God Bless Lagos State. God bless Nigeria . God bless Africa.
Categories:
ara, africa, anniversary, blessing, class,
Form:
Bio
Mushin Ajina
Bojiojimi
Eruobodo, ogongo baba eiye
Ofigbogbo ara shogun bi olosha
Gidigbalo dawa omowipe ebi npa omo enikankan
Iluola ti ki nsekan labo afi kobuyari
Iluoola baba Dimeji
Eniyan ogoro nwo e goro
Awon dobodi yes ma poshe
Woni otigun igi re koja ewe
Igba ti ba edun nile odi obo
Igba ti ba enle odi irawe
Agba de okuro lewe
Won omowipe aiye ominira lonje
Olaju totun lala
Odiju otun riran
Mawominiran baba Fatai
Ewo ketona
Ena ketora
Enibitin to fowo ola gbaniloju
Arinja lojawa
Ago, ago lona ni ti jalo
Malu ja odi bolo oya mi
Ashoromo
Ashorowo
Ashorokan
Ajagungbade
Fibeyenle jo!
{Mushin one of the flashpoint in Lagos Nigeria is the place i was born, full of miscreants and hoodlums who are ready to foment trouble. The language is Yoruba language of West Africa and spoken in the West indies and Brazil}
Categories:
ara, dedicationlanguage, language,
Form:
Free verse
Ogun the god of Iron,
the day he was coming from Heaven to the World
he was clad in the burning cloth ,he wore the cloth of blood.
With his iron he made path for other gods.
A god that dares Ogun and asks who is he
shall soon perish in wilderness without trace.
Ogun has water at home but baths with blood,
he has cloth but covers himself with palmfonds.
Ogun drinks his wine not in glass but clabash.
Seven things I saw Ogun eat:
In a town call Ara Ogun ate male dog,
in a town call Ire Ogun ate bull-like-ram,
Ogun lord of circumcision ate snail,
Ogun lord of carpentry drank wood's fluid,
Ogun in the east ate horns of ram,
Ogun lord of tranportation ate roasted yam,
Ogun in foreign land has become Ogun in diaspora,
his food is simply the unknown.
Ogun is the lord of oath,
A child can btray all but not Ogun;
The lord of oath has no patience for the infidel.
East Jesus,
photo number 6.
Dec 21st,2014.
Categories:
ara, god,
Form:
Free verse
altar of mine
bluish murmur
last truthful circle
ara-moi pritel priti
ult-hu hums usmel truhank
altar where I’ ll invoke inclining
mine your whole all of all
bluish ultravibratoryswift remote
sleepless murmur of still silence
ultimate depository of gravitating conscience
genuine mysterious love
circle that never began
nor will terminate
altar of mine
bluish murmur
last truthful circle
Categories:
ara, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-NativePen 029
EKO AKETE @50
TIME OF THOUGHT:LOST
DATE OF THOUGHT:2015
A damsel was born decades ago
Her name is EKO
Eko Ile Ogbon
She is the most sought after amongst other
The eyes of the Southwest states
The favourite of her mother Country Nigeria
The choice of all
Her northern and eastern arms is shared by the Gateway state (Ogun State)
Adun ba'rin ma to'si
Her seat of power breaths at Alausa Ikeja.
Her western arms is shared with Republic of Benin
Even her Southern arms lies the Atlantic Ocean
Thanks to the ancient settlers of Eko the CENTER OF EXCELLENCE
The Aworis I salute thee "Kitigbe o" ? "O gbe ire"
Beckone on them for varieties of sea fishes; Obokun, Epiya............
Eko Akete
The home to deities of fortune and wealth
Eko Ile Aje
The first ever style can be found within her walls
Won kere si nonba Eko
Eko is ever radiant as the sun and the star
Her fortunes makes her markets rival to none;
Do you need food spices? Danfo knows the route to Oyingbo market
Ladipo market is home to all automobile parts you ever think of
Your electronics solution lies in Alaba market
Attires of many colours that makes Eko the home of fashion is there in Idumota/Balogun market
No wonder the mamooth population of different tribes
Igbo kwenu, your inmense investment cannot be ignored
Yaya dei,
Ara o le bi? Ase jere o
Eko a home to a number of warring ethnic groups
To whom much is taken
Much is to be given
"Itesiwaju Eko" "O jewa l'ogun"
Now is the right time to celebrate her (Eko)
Let all her suitors gather round
Her celebration is on
Eko is just 50years, but her riches makes one think she's older than methusela
If you have not been to Eko,it is certain you dont know Eyo
Her fortune spirit beckones on all
Eko is a friend of all, foe to none
Eko gbole o gbo'le
Eko embodies the economic future of Africa
"Eko o ni baje o" O baje ti"
I won't drop my pen, so I can write many more without saying Kabiosi o to Oba Rilwan Akiolu 1. Also I say more grease to your elbow, your excellency Governor Akinwunmi Ambode.
Gbogbo Eko aku odun aku iyedun ooo.
Categories:
ara, africa, age, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Bio
S ara is an
A ries girl
R ural Red Rose
A egis of peace.
K ind heartfelt comments
E ncourage one and all
N umerous poems to ponder
D efender of nature’s call,
R ich in rhyme and rhythm
I ncensed at needless war
C reations against injustice
K een to even the score.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Categories:
ara, dedication,
Form:
Acrostic
Na im one day i carry my car commot for
house,
As i dey go na im i see one man dey shout.
'Stop there,stop there',he dey tell me,
Wetin concern me; i don go!
Na im wen i come dey come back
Na im kasala kon burst.
For morning,na only one man,
But now,you go think sey they import them.
Dey don block the road,
You go think sey na boko enter.
'MUS-317DM,stop!'; the same man shout,
'What's this?',for my mind i dey blow
grammer.
Na im the same man,show face.
Face wey be like prayer point.
You know how you dey pray for money na,
Na so the man dey shine face for me.
For my mind,'Allahu','Oh God',na
Im i dey talk.
Before i no am,the man don shadow me,
With kumo* before my glass.
'Ko ju ma ri bi gbogbo ara lo gun ee'
Na im i jejeli slow down for them.
'Where is your particular',the man dey shout,
As if sey,particular go do am.
I give im paritcular but he no gree,
Na then i no say 'to be a man is nor
enough'.
Na im i come start to beg,
The guy no gree oo,like sey we get beef.
Na later i come know wetin he want,
But seriously,i know get kpanyi for wallet.
My guy no believe oo,he even
Tell sey make i bring my A.T.M card,
If i no get cash for hand.
'Eeh!',na then i no sey the matter don red.
Wetin we dey talk?,he commot POS
From him pocket.
But,as omo agabandi,
I commot money give my 'padi padi'
Chai diaris God ooo.
c.2017
It's written in Nigerian Pidgin English.
Categories:
ara, africa,
Form:
Light Verse
AWELEWA
(Beauty Lord)
Mojirola Amoke Orekelewa Omidan
Her beauty struck every creature
Like the camellic evergreen Flowering shrub.
Aponbepore Arewa Oleyinju Ege
Her allure utter chamomile of
Peace and pure love
Who then can deny not seeing her
When she majestically pass by?
Ajanaku koja mori nkan firi
Who can deny not seeing her?
You are the dew that beautify
The most adorable rose of life
Awelewa Omidan jo jen ma ba e lo
Ife re ni n pami bi oti elemi meje
Eyin enu re funfun ni n dami lorun
Eyin oju re ni n lami laya
Ibadi Ileke re lo n wu mi
Her charming Orisabunmi
Hairstyle makes men go crazy
Eni okunri ri ti o ni bi eleyi o je
Aya eni a si je ale eni
Beauriful lord of beauty
Tell Osun laketi the godess of
Beauty that you are the Beauty lord
Voice out to Yemoja godess of ocean
That you got the natures beauty
Inform Obatala the god of purity
That your beauty is as pure a honey
Speak it to Ogun god of iron that
Your beauty shakes the world
Dont forget to inform Sango god
Of thunder that your beauty strike
Down the gaze of men
Opolopo eye lowa laye amo eye Okin lo rewa ju,
Amidst Womanhood you are differ
Omoge oreke lewa, omode tofi gbo Gbo ara sin gbere oge, oreke lewa Oloju ede, mio kuku dubule aisan
Sebi aree ife re lo mumi, ife re npa
Mi bi oti onirawo meje, jowo se
Temi. Mo nife re, jowo se temi
I cherish you most as a woman
Mofe fi e se aya Mofe fe o nisu loka
Mofe gbe o niyawo.
© Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2016
Categories:
ara, addiction,
Form:
Blank verse
There at the market place
Onlookers gathered singing the masquerade’s praise.
A visible ghost about to get loose-
Held by its companion, from fleeing like a wandering goose.
The masquerade yearns to dance
Swaying like a drunkard it needs this one chance.
Bells hung on its cloak
Cane in hand seeking a ferocious stroke.
Gloves strapped to the hand
Gins poured as libation for the gods of the land.
Cane drums banging rhythmically loud
Acrobatic flips to amuse the crowd.
The atmosphere was livid
Revealing steps so staunch and sordid.
Soon whips like rain were loosen
As the masquerade’s companions get crimson.
Hats or caps are being despised,
Whips were used on those chastised.
Ara Orun; a progeny of the heaven
Veiled by its cloak from mortal haven.
Grumbling incantations strange to our hearings,
Offerings first before the masquerade find its bearings.
Songs accompany the wailing drum-
As the air was dozed with burukutu the black man’s rum.
Jolting back and front towards the musing crowd
As the song grows eerie loud.
The masquerade sways like a possessed
Shouting to the crowd; “you are blessed.”
Buttocks gracing the sky,
Hands spread like a bird ready to fly.
Is this man or spirit-
Whose charm had enslaved the street?
Categories:
ara, nostalgia,
Form:
Narrative
This sonnet was written after reading a news article on the internet about the Swedish
Wrestler Ara Abrahamian's misconduct at the awards presentation after failing to win the
gold medal at the 2008 Beijing Olympics. He was awarded the bronze medal for his
performance. He took the bronze from around his neck during the medal ceremony, stepped
from the podium and dropped it in the middle of the wrestling mat and then walked off.
Fate is chance, destiny is choice. Swedish
Wrestler Ara Abrahamian chose
The latter. He should have been admonished
For his bitter behavior that arose
Shortly after medals presentations.
Character lacked more than his wrestling holds
claiming it was politicization.
The arrogance of him! "I wanted gold"
saying, "I don't care about this medal."
His disgrace was his choice, we all heard that
of course. More importantly, this numbskull
audaciously dropped his bronze on the mat
sealing both his fate and his destiny:
infamy, obscurity guaranteed.
* August 16, 2008, 12:09 PM the International Olympic Committee finally reprimanded
Abrahamian.They stripped him of his medal.
Categories:
ara,
Form:
Sonnet
"The Heart of Grace"
We
are the
1
we have
been waiting
for
in us
all
waits
the Sovereign
powerfully seated
seeded
in the
Heart of Grace
commanding
PEACE
and
LOVE
it calls
you forward
through
all of
your
dreams
down
paths of faith
towards
1
waits
belief
commanding
in the
Heart of Grace
many
words
become
1
open mind
passes key
to a book
of numbers
open gate
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
111
“Te Ara Tika / The Path”, Lorde
https://youtu.be/iWvI72V2mS4
Categories:
ara, i am, light, love,
Form:
Free verse
Famed cousin of Hollywood and subtilized by the agnomen Tollywood
This brobdingnagian docudrama industry
Has brought home the bacon
Over a meg neighborhood.
The thirties first tacit motion black and white
Greeted the first sound Irani’s Alam Ara
The Take World War II riotous plot
Storm-tossed by blue fank.
The daring director yet trod on
With a plot reflecting a life of a hapless farmer
Going along against the doomed aura
Marched till independence
Later at republic, got hold of the golden era.
The fifties and sixties sleek marcel
And movies reflecting social themes
Flowed from a thriving commercial egress.
Over across the border
Ever since Neecha Nagar gained ground
Paved the way towards internationally acclaimed
Ethical competitions.
The chichi modern era
The addend Kapoors and the comer Bachhan
Furled hairdo and bellbottom pants
Took on the seventies elan.
Succeeded by the eighties
Chocked up by drama, actions and thrills
Accompanied the Khans in the ninties.
Flirtatious era and
Cottony and forte music,
Thronged foxes
Bruits media outrages,
The mid ninety terror closed book
And more amusive bulletin pages.
Dirty dancing and wet bikini shots
Yet movies maneuvered with worth remembering thoughts.
The versatile era and
Macho-man crying,
Few love birds becoming life-long couples.
From the thirties to the nineties
Along the agonistic twenty first
The aging brobdingnagian docudrama industry
Has brought home the bacon
Over a meg neighborhood.
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Categories:
ara, art, historyhome, home, cousin,
Form:
I must say you are one of those African
artistes that drive my soul to the skies
and show me what the world looks like
with the lens of legacies.
You drown my soul into the depths
of dreams and shows me the reality
of radiance in the dark.
You make my soul swirl in the
expanse of eulogistic euphoria.
I doff my heart for the cultural
colors of creativity that you lavish on
your luminous lyrics... Pass the Calabash
You make the wicked bow at the wildness
of your words and swords.
You make the skies
skew to the aura of African
art as you croon of Cowries,
Beads and Nuts.
Once again, I droll to the
ages-long Yoruba yearnings.
I yawn while singing ''Owuro Lojo''.
The spirit of our Fathers spruce up the
space as you sing 'Mo n lo jejeje'.
The moon mime the melodies
of our mother tongue and the fairest flowers flutter their
fragrance as they hear the sounds of silence.
I hear the Spirit's
speak in emollient echoes as
you sing ''Oro aye ma le''... I see
love lurking in longing lands as
your voice vibrates in... ''Ara e ba migboro kan''.
I see the white waters whirl in the winds
as they hear 'Jangbalajugbu'.
The African adrenalin
awash the air as you sing
'Seven Lives'.
Please keep the seven
spirits speaking, sparkling and
sparking, knowing that
they are the fuel of our
unquenchable fire of faith.
The words in quotes are titles of some Beatiful Nubia's songs
Dedicated to Beautiful Nubia.( Segun Akinlolu)
Categories:
ara, africa, me,
Form:
Free verse