Best Ola Poems
If I had wings I would fly away
Fly away to Paraiso Bay
In South Beach Miami nights are happy and gay
I’ll make my way to Paraiso Bay
Like a birdie in a palm tree greeting the Sun
Ola Ola! to everyone
Have fun
Where the Sun sets on the Ocean
And Stars light up to play
I'll be flying high, high, high
Dancing rainbows in the Sky
If I had wings I would fly... Away
Fly away to Paraiso Bay
Flying high, high. high
Far far away
Flying high, high. high
Far far away
to Paraiso Bay....
Finally I've made it to paradise, surrounded by the sea
Tranquil blues in shadow, are what it's peripherals be
White buildings reflect the sun, an image I'll never forget
To watch our sun disappear, the most beautiful of sunsets
Whilst the night comes down, such beauty continues to be
My eyes now in capture, to the sight that confronts me
She stands in proud like stance, a lady unknown to thee
Tanned, so beautiful I witness, impressed my eyes do see
Torso shaped with black, white lace adorns it's low
It's the she that wears it's colours, that makes it's beauty flow
Hair of dark curls hang, like the "Gardens of Babylon"
Flavours of life emanate, my heart appears in throng
As I sit here in La Ola, on paradise by the sea
It's where I witnessed that girl in the dress, captured, I am thee
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L ola watched
I rma’s drunken
V eronica impression.
E velyn said,
L ouise knows
A ndrea was
U ma’s half-sister.
G ladys was
H azel’s love-child.
L isa raised
O ma’s kids.
V irginia smootched
E unice’s husband.
* For the Live, Laugh, Love Acrostic contest.
Caminaba sola por la orilla del mar,
Ola tras ola veía como mi pensar navegaba.
Tu sonrisa imprimida en mi mente,
Tus palabras siendo repetidas.
De la nada de reojo tu reflejo mire.
Con emoción volteo para sorprenderme.
Y vaya que sorpresa.
Quede hechizada con tu belleza.
Los colores vividos del atardecer simbolizaban mi alegría,
Resplandeciendo hasta terminar el día.
Caminamos, platicamos y nuevamente
Otra vez nos enamoramos.
Se hacía tarde y a despedirme iba.
Cuando a abrazarte me gire,
En el suelo termine.
Fue ahí, con almohada en brazos
Que supe que anoche te soñé.
-Volcán Inactivo
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}
From the distance shores of the Niger
I have come, O good friend
With glittering 'Ola ocha and ola edo' from our ancient river
As precious presents to you my good friend
From the treasury fold of my grandfather
O friend, I brought these these olas in honor of our friendship
As time's feet crawl and crawl little further
O friend I pray the sea of life spares your sailing ship
Here from the dark hole of my oil-rich black field
O friend I wire prayers across the Atlantic Ocean
As your birthday balloons dance in the open field
O friend may God package more glorious years with passion
Dedicated to Debbie Guzzie.
Note: ola ocha and ola edo are silver and gold in Igbo tribe in West Africa
Niger is the biggest river in Nigeria
I have said this before and must continue saying it. Among the wonderful people on earth Deb is the best. This is the least I can offer on her birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEB!
Scars For Haiti
The tears of my tears splatter into flames
My eyes starve from fidgeting forces falling
floors
Though, they say life occurs in cycles
Mr. Matthew came and it was not even for a
miss
The grounds left to wail for the lost bliss.
- Olaoluwa Ola-Williams.
2016.
# Kunta
# ForHaiti
A perfect plain in the Sub Sahara
Discerning screens, Japanese Madara
Your frame formidable despite design
Why shan't I sing aloud about your shine?
Your songs of praises serenades females
A wrecking train that never derails
Conquered jealousies try to bite your style
They lost teeth from treading your field of mines
You oppose disruptive dictatorship
A might that oppresses oppressors' grip
A real lion, the rest just copycat
Your tales get people wild like bank alerts
Your burning desire defies flame tests
But your heart I treasure here in my chest!
©2016.
Kunta.
Birth name: Olaoluwa Ola-Williams.
Note: Olaoluwa Ola-Williams is a resident of the Nnamdi Azikiwe Hall (also known as The Baluba Republic), University of Ibadan, Nigeria. Though not a pure sonnet, Kunta borrows some styles to make it seem like one. The poem is a tribute to the legendary hall of residence.
Your smile is my ray of hope
The light at the end of my tunnel
The rainbow on my cloudy day
Your smile my daughter
It’s the overwhelming tightness of joy in my chest
You fill my thought now
It is your future I dream about
All the great things you are yet to achieve
Put unwavering smiles on my face
Yours star is my only guiding light to the future
I wrote you a song not long after you were born in my mother tongue
E bami ki Wuraola omo ola
E bami ki Wuraola omo la
E bami ki Wuraola omo mi
Omo to ni iwa to rewa
E bami ki O
My sisters laughed and said it has no rhythm
But yet you dance when I sing it to you
Smile on your lips, sparkle in your eyes
And I fall for you all over again
Bend easily to your will
Baby girl
You are fast growing
And that weigh heavily on chest
The world I know now is different from the one I knew as a child
For you my daughter I will hold the world at bay
Fill your childhood with memories of comfort and love
So you will always have a safe haven to go too
I will sing to you in all sort of manner
Run wild, bare footed, arm stretch in open field with you
With you I will be young again, be silly again,
I be a vibrant memory you can't shake loose, won't want to shake loose
Baby girl
I fear for you
But for now I keep my fear at bay
Carrier you in my arms
And sing to you songs my grandmother, my mother, aunts, sisters sang to me
Songs filled with loved and promises of a bright future ahead
A black cat didn't exactly frighten Gavin
He initially jumped kinda lightly, Mom
Now, Ola Parsons quickly responds, saying
The ugly varmint wanted xeroxed yellow Zinnias
When Rico said, Thirty days will go by
and I’ll be forgotten after I die
I knew what I had to do
I’ll make a book for you
At least the cover will catch your eye
I decided to do this in case he croaks
It's a chapbook with his incredible jokes
Double-entendres filled with sex
At Kinko's-AKA-Fed-Ex
Obsessed with Vladimir's power, a hoax
Thousands of words it cost me some chen
Kinko’s gets it—they always have been
Lucky for Rico Leffanta
I have chosen the right fonta
At my source where they make things happen
Mana'o wau e ola mau 'oe
translation: I hope you live forever!
Golden Lady
When I was little my mother used to tell me...
Life is not a novel
I chose life as a theater
When I was little my father always told me...
Take it easy
I ran headlong into life
Free like a river...
The present of the moment
Or the moment of the present...
When I was baby my mummy used to sing to me...
Ayo néné...
Touti Néné...
And I sang it when I became mother myself
When I was a baby my daddy used to sing to me...
You are the sunshine of my life...
And I forgot it
The gift of the present
Or the moment of the past...
When I came to New York...
People called me Golden Lady
And looking for Golden Lady...
I found a Stevie Wonder song
When I was little I called my Grandpa'Thanks...
And in my little voice I'd tell him
I just call to say I love youuu...
And I'd hang up
For a moment in the present
Forgotten in the future...
Thanks New York
That brings back wonderful memories of childhood
Oops ! I forget my Grandma'Ola
Ola
Olala
Aby, 18 mai 2022
REST IN PEACE BROTHER
I can't even write ??
I can't cry either
Even the tears are scared
From talk to u a week ago
Now to Rest In Peace
You won't call me my pet me again
He "is my friend"
Turned "he was my friend"
Death has stung in our backyard
Spilling it's deadly venom on one of ours
You submitted your breath
You fought a lot
We all hoped you'll win
We even thought you won
We will bid you goodnight
When we know there won't be another daybreak
We will tell you to sleep on
When we know you won't wake again
Rest In peace Ola,
With the true peace your soul deserve
I heard you whisper last night
Didn't sound like it was you
Had I known I could have sown a seed for you
If we had to share
Maybe we could ration it
Promising plant ??
We thought you'd grow to feed the nation
The autumn ripped off your leaves and sniffed out your life
Let the hell Gate be shut
Find peace on the bosom of the Lord
Till we meet at the other end
Rest on brother
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CONCEPTUAL FM ?
Now comes the time when I no longer speak- nothing
But my blue blooded vessel makes the speech
I'm not faulty, its the write thing
Now comes the time when my programmed Homing Pigeon no more function
Hard it may be
But its the blue blooded vessel that gave me unction
I may be called but refuse to dine
I just don't have appetite
The blue blooded vessel had put the 'write' food on my canine
Now comes the time I'm thirsty
But need not water
The blue blooded vessel produces plenty
Now comes write communication with FAEO
My right hand master
And OLA WRITES my coach behind the scene
The blue blooded vessel made me feel I'm a hero
Now I know the 'write' deal is the 'write' thing
All my might I am investing
Gripping the vessel with my thumb and supporting it with the next finger
I'm emerging a flying writer
Delhi seems closer than it was last time.
After a tea with GST,
on to a backstreet of Varanasi,
Untouched by authority;
ignored more by memory
than darkened by amnesia.
A huge black cow lazes about,
like a Moghul monarch blocking
half the street. It won’t let the OLA pass.
At the hoary-holy sanctum,
my poor drops of milk from a paper cup
pour on to the Lord’s cosmic crown.
Ganga, here, is a very old Benares
fraying at the edges, laid out in the open.
So still, like samana, the balancing prana.
From a boat I watch how human flesh fuels
the firewood at the Harichandra ghat..
Benares eyes Harichandra rather darkly.
Then, the Ganga Arati at 6.30
Their off-white attire. The huge lamps they hold
and draw patterns with, in the air.
Lines with the solemn predictability
of a Ravi varma . Ganga is a new Miss world by now.
At the Manikarnika ghat too, bodies dutifully burn.
In the dark, Death sparkles like huge fireflies;
pampered by pundits and Sanskrit
I lie in an OYO at Godowlia so ill.
So close to mukti. A godsend of a doctor
At Matha Anandamayi hospital queers my pitch..
One of a tribe long extinct in Serpent town,
his fees: ‘whatever you please’.
I remember hospitals back in Kerala.
Thank god, I was not in one there.
Else, I would have hit hell by now, looking for money.
Sure, the ‘path to hell is paved with good intentions’
( of corporates and false swamis)
Notes:
Varanasi: It is also called Benares and Kashi, One of the holiest of cities in India, known for its temple, by the Ganges, dedicated to Lord Shiva.
OLA : The taxi cab app, OYO : An app to find hotel rooms.
Serpent town : Trivandrum, Samana : One of the five pranas(breaths), the equalizing prana.