Best Damilola Poems
ÀBÍKÚ
Àbíkú,
This is the 21st century,
Going and coming isn’t
a game,
Nor does it give you fame.
Àbíkú,
Please come no more
Mother’s breast is already
thick like an iron
Every tears we dropped, the
land sucks
Father said;
Dear Àbíkú I’ve got no farm
to harvest yam,
I sold it all to always keep
you alive.
This is your sixteenth death,
all my royal chevrons are
tattered
Come and stay as a female,
so you understands mothers
pain.
Why Àbíkú?
Why do you chose us as
your prey?
Àbíkú, the son of Dúrójayé
Forgive our wrongs and make
your home "Ilé Ayé".
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen
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I love it when you laugh and smile,
At the same time, in my
delight I get sad.
Because I wish I could be the only
man while other men are animals
Àdùk?´, you're so beautiful
with those marks.
Don't be bothered about the city girls,
you got tribal marks not devil marks.
When you laugh I see a rihanna,
When you now decide to keep it
low I see a Michele Obama.
Àdùk?´ Onídìrí, follow me to the city,
I'll open a fashion hub for you
at the riverside of lekki.
?ni bíi ?kàn mi, please help
patch my broken ribs.
Àdùk?´ èmi ?w?n
When we've a daughter, we'll
name her Ar?`wà èkó (Lagos)
With your hands on her hair,
beautifulness will be a course
in the university.
Àdùk?´, dùk?´,
Shake those beads on your waist
for me and let's dance to Àpàlà
like sány?`rì ?`k?là.
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen
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She smiles,
The day gets loosed from the long closed door of the night
The sun shines in an extreme gentle manner
The proud trees bow to the regal walk of the wind
The flowers blossom in the dried end of this season
And the dead land abounds with peerless fertility
She smiles again
And I see her "eji",
Beautiful as a bouquet of flower that attract a flock of
tourist
Sparkling like a mountain of gold in the unimpregnable
darkness
And gracious like the galaxy of stars that adorn the darkest
sky
I call her Eji-lola,
Around her I lavish in the wealth that comes with true
beauty
She's a pure Eji-wumi,
Diamond, not comparable to the expensiveness of her
cheerful laughter
Eji-yemi, I hail her,
Even in her angry state, where her "eji" is hidden behind
those elegant lips, she's still as gorgeous as the Nubia
Eji-lola
Wa Damilola
Pelu oju re to gunrege bi Ododo eti odo
Wa f'okan mi toro bi omo af'owuro pon
Eji-lola
Seven kegs of palm-wine I took in the drinking contest
Yet, unshaken in my balance like Apata Idanre
Unlike the one I had from your pleasing eyes
Eji-lola
My muse, you are
The sound of your voice, a perfect food to my soul
My place among the stars
The crown I long to wear about forever like Alase
Eji-lola
WHERE DO I GO?
My trails, worn by travails
I was born in a cornerstone
close to the rail.
I grew up not missing the
dances in the rain.
For my navel home wasn't
inline with the terrace
The sun and rain, all starts
and fades in my face
Still,
I was in no race
Had no experience of a meal
Lived on crumbs of any means
All i have was thin, no thick
The writings on the walls
Salvaged me through the
pronunciation of words
Suddenly!!!!
It was war
The rights of the cutlass was
usurped by the swords
All my beloved are gone
Now, where do I go?
My aliveness is iffy
On my skin are plenty of
blotches
Where do I go, my shadow
soaked with jinxes.
Poet - Olajire Damilola Muyideen
(Smiling)
Our bones were once strong,
Our blow was once a punch,
Our teeth's were once healthy
to munch,
Our skin didn't wrinkle in a twinkle
We didn't become old, we grew old.
We were once young,
We were once
"The beautiful and the handsome"
But for this century I don't know
what love has become.
You'll give your all and get
nothing in return.
I met your father back in 1960
during the month of November,
That moment is one to forever
remember
He was charming, wearing a
smile with his cowboy's hat.
That time he couldn't afford a bike
But then 'True Love' was worth
more than fancy cars.
He steps closer and said;
You're the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen,
Those words took my heart
to places its never been.
We were once young,
Truth be told, true love never
get old.
Olajire Damilola Muyideen
(SmilingPen)
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I know a river;
long before I began to
hold a pen
those days of-
-"twinkle, twinkle little
star"
I know a river;
A river of words;
not river-benue or
river-niger
But its a river that
flows in human-
imagination
And a paper is made as
a boat
-paddled with pen
To sail a message to
the earth
From heaven's gate
-a lullaby to the infant
and wise-words to the
adult
I know a river;
Shakespeare and
others've been to the
river
-they took their bathe
and left
Today,
Here I stood by the
river bank,
With my colleagues
Akewusola habib,
Oludipe samuel,
muhammad-ahmad
-Rasak-malik-
Gbolahan, Randy
michael, Oloidi kingfemi
and others
In the young of our
days
Bathing in the river of
words
Though we're nude in
the river
But we're clothe with
our imaginations
I know a river;
A river from solomon's
source
Now I am swimmer,
-in its floods
Adesitimi Taiwo Damilola.
You waved goodbye with a
smile,
I couldn't argue because it
was at the hour of the night.
But I heard the screeching
of birds,
Still I couldn't sense its message,
it was too parabolic.
Would you wake up, I'm
calling your phone.
The sun is up,
It kissed my cheeks but I missed
your hug on my chest.
Can't you just get up and say
hi to mom?
Please God, can I share a bit
of my breath?
I need some seconds to
talk to Mr Death.
Our memories will never fade
They say death is an obligation,
Who are we to blame?
I miss you, who'll play with
me the football games?
I wish I could stop the tears but
pretence I can't make cause;
"I'M IN PAIN"
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen
(SmilingPen)
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"Africa, I were the one
you killed"
In those misery-days;
When happiness of
birth cried with an
oversized echo;
Africa, when your gods
roared in its wooden-
cages
I were the twins you
unjustly killed;
-Just to appease your
gods
When darkness fell on
the skin of your sky
-and gave it ugly spot;
I were the lamp-lights
you held;
to walk on the blood-
shed roads,
when "ebora-Inu-igi"
are thirsty and in full
rage,
-in their desert homes.
My bloods you gave, to
turn away their anger.
Africa, when you killed
your"today"
Tell me what would your
tomorrow be?
Thanks be to angel
Mary Slessor,
who came to dry-clean
the tears of Mama-
Africa, with her most
decent affection.
Africa, I can't laugh
without you,
because; I will simply
be half without you.
Africa, I'm back-again
not to avenge,
but to tell you how much
I love you.
Poet: Adesitimi Taiwo
Damilola
REMEMBER ME (poem
for all poets by
Adesitimi Taiwo
Damilola)
I am a poetic hero;
In my veins flow
rivers of satire
And my words are
the locusts,
Munching
corruption’s
greenleaves!
My words speak for
the mere men,
And shines light on
the darkdeeds
Of them that loot our
war chest!
My words are like
the lightning
Showing you a path
to the shore of
solace
When sorrow rains
on your heart!
So remember me
when I've gone
The way of my fore-
fathers,
Beyond the border
of this world!
When I go where
legs shall walk
Into the womb of the
earth
On the lane of
eternal silence!
My people let my
words remain
In your heart and
recite my verses
When thorns grow
on your earth!
Whisper my name to
the ears
Of your unborn, that
I was once thunder,
Before the time of
their rainfall!
Nigeria, celebrate me
now
And when I breathe
no more,
Inscribe my name on
remembrance’ wall!
I LOVE YOU
In the days of the sun and in the rain,
"I'll be your shade that never fades"
In the days of tears and pain,
"I promise to forever stay"
If you ask me ;
What about old age?
I'll say;
I'm not here only for today,
I'll be with you till death gives
us a taste.
And anytime you're down,
Just look at your right,
I'll be found.
In the morning and in the
night I'll be your guard.
But please don't give my love
confession a doubt.
I love you,
you all I'm concerned about.
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen
(SmilingPen)
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AJALA THE TRAVELLER
My name is Ajala
Not Ajala Jalingo but Ajala
the Traveler!
My Aduke will say, Ajala
Ololufeemi Alarinka
You love moving from one
place to another.
But I don't bother.
My footprints,known to the
poor and the rich
I've been to every planet on
earth
Even when I sleep with no
food to eat
Just tell me a town that has
just been birth
With my little cowries, I'll
gather and visit.
The kids will sing, Ajala!
Ajala! Alarinka...
I'll wiggle and dance to the
tune of their local guitar
Maybe with them I'd go visit
Jupiter
Spending our nights on the
water.
That's the life of a traveler.
My name is Ajala
The Son of Mulika aya Isiaka
Mother wants me to be a
Police Officer
But I'm a friend to all
continents, I'm African
Kids; sing my song, Ajala!
Ajala! Alarinka.
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen (SMILING)
Journeys through the Heart!
.
The dreadest Journey for Love.
The longest journey ever,
A hundred miles far,
A hopeless journey away from home,
Endless and boundless treks
Irrestitable stress.
On my way to the land unknown,
Met with selfish and lustful thoughts,
Gathered from my childish imagination,
Melted with religious propaganda,
Cropped back with companies,
Germinating with heartful lust,
Grew with thorns of ill trusts,
Died out of heartbreaks and betrayal.
But resurrected by touches of love!
I'm loosing my hope on this journey,
Filled with several accidents of hearts,
Rescued with lustful Ambulances!
Treated with Aiming Hearts,
And discharged into the hands of ill-trusts!
I'm surely returning home,
This journey had been too adventurous,
Threading through paths of thick forest of minds,
I can't even find my ways back home.
I'm being trapped into deadly kisses,
Caused by my feeling of hope 'n' lust.
Lost in the jungles of courtship,
Aiming to withdraw aftermath,
But 'held-up' with 'caused-unionism'
No points in retiring,
Though the journey was so boring,
I'm here with the fruits of it!
Strikingly resembling my image,
And finally reincarnating my specie!
Journey so so far...
©fanu daniel Damilola
The Cup Of Life
Filled to it's brim to seve the universe,
Mighty, Portable and liftable for old and young,
Carriable to toddlers even at it's brim,
Affordable and costless mug.
.
Unavoidable to everyone,
Mankind's Thirst quencher,
filled to satisfy Him,
Made to make him better.
.
Made from the finest and ancient ceramics
Beauty undescribable,
Glitters better than Gold,
Worths more value than diamonds,
.
Content's volume immeasurable,
Tastes better than french wine,
Quenches thirsts without any sip,
Value inestimable.
.
By: Fanu Damilola Daniel
©2018
HOW DO I GIVE?
Must I eat in halves to make
a life live?
Or must I starve to give a
breath?
Tell me!!
What if I've got just one jean
How do I give what I still
need?
How do I give?
If I say I don't have,would
they believe?
Don't judge me I'm not mean
Maybe you teach me!
Or I ask Him,the giver of all gifts
How do I give?
Heaven was given its earth
Adam was given his eve
Honey was given its Bee
So everyone was given what
they'll eat even before birth
Dear God, Teach me how to
give
Even if its just a tip
I want to be a friend to
Humanity
Those that don't have,I want
to give them my halves
If giving is a crime, then I
want to be sentenced for life.
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen (SMILING)
Anytime you ask me;
"How are you?",
And I replied saying "I am fine".
Believe me, my face can tell
the greatest lies,
My skin can hide the deepest scars.
Don't ever trust my smiles,
being strong is hard!!
If only I could change a thing,
I would have loved to rewrite
my destiny.
This is the world we live in,
A world where nothing comes easy.
Trust me, I've been strong for
too long.
I shadowed my thousand tears
with a single smile,
I wrote this poem ten different times,
My tears couldn't allow me,
they tore all my papers.
But I never gave up,
I swallowed my tears just for me
to write the truth of all my lies.
I might die young,
But I pray I witness the reign
of my grandchild.
Just in case my wishes never last,
This poem will tell them how
strong I was when I was alive.
I was the hero the world never
talked about.
This poem are the tears my
eyes couldn't shed,
The pain my heart couldn't share.
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen
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