Best Peoplefire Poems
WE . . . NOT FRUSTRATED
Those whose mouth speak and ooze
Only fire of a voluble vibrating vocabulary
Those whose sin is just speaking for others
In order for their other orders not to be ordered
Those whose lives were almost snuffed
Away by the ordered ultra-fascists gangsters
Those whose words sparkles only fire
To fire the unfired spirits into burn- fires
Those whose political jargons-renditions
Send thousands frenzy for action
Those whose offence is probing beyond
The nostril above their faces
Those who are ostracized for louding the truth
Above the speaker of the U and I garden
These
Are those my bird flock together with
During the day in search of the night
I among those given heavy knock on
The head for these inequities known only to them
I among those who are painted in stinker Toga
Of Miscreants, Disgruntled elements,…
I among those placed on a four season wheel-chair
With a gun powder explosion underneath
But
For them their son that strike the cheek of a Porter
More thunderous a slap to be queried nor be punished
For them their sons and daughters whose oblongata
Remains blank but full of giraffe and chips in the exams
For them their stooges that converse with guns and goons
For them that smile with axes, guns, daggers . . .
To strike, shoot and maim others
For them their anchors that knows nothing but something
For out of their nothing lies violence and blood
For they speaketh nor write
For them their boys they present a golden plate of honour
Found worthy in learning and character
Doomed to become menace to the society
For we . . . remain resolute
For we . . . not frustrated
For we . . . not cowed
For we . . . unperturbed
For we shall uphold the pillar of truth
Until our struggle shall beam light en route the tunnel
Alayande Stephen .T
12th February,2006
11.28am
Conceptualised after my four semester rustication
Verdict by Prof.Bamiro UI VC led SDC in
University of Ibadan on the 31st of January,2006.
A Promise to myself to refire the struggle not to retire.
Form:
Your Touch Is Like …
… Fire and Ice Combined
Or Feeling Raindrops, for First Time
Or Like, Swaying, Tropic-Jungle-Vines
Blown Gently In The Breeze, Entwined
Or Like, Ivy … Upon A Trellis-Climb
Or Like, Sunflowers, Reaching Sunshine
Or Like, Geniuses, Meeting Of Minds
Or Shakespeare, Tennyson, and Poe, Rhymes
Your Touch Is Like, A Discovery Of Mine
Like Piano-Keys, That Only I, Should Find
Tho’ Only God’s Touch Is Divine
Your Touch, Is Quite Sublime …
Your Touch Is Like, An Invisible-Bind
Your Touch Is, So Alive and Genuine
Like … An Electric-Livewire-Line
Or Like … Seeing A Shooting-Star- Sign
Like … Its Fire and Ice Combined …
… Fingers Trail, Like The Blaze Of A Comet
Behold … The Iceman Cometh
Oh, Your Touch Is Like A Mountain-Summit
I Wish, That I Could Superglue-It
… I Like, That Your Touch Is Like … A Duet
And I Like, That You Sure Knew-It…
Spark’s ignition, rage of fire
Entice his mind with burning desire
Match heads grind
Sulfur lined
Burst the flames which never tire
The target chosen, his mind set
Over perfection, he loves to fret
Explosives wired
Something admired
He has built another bud, timer set
These are his fire flowers
Blooming once, burning for hours
Click bang
Laughter sang
He loves to burn this world of ours
But then all the water comes
Extinguishing his flaming drums
Smooth soft flesh
Now crispy mesh
He thinks of another flower, twirling his thumbs
He is the anarchist
Filled with twisted desire
He is the arsonist
Come on baby light his fire