Best Yusuf Poems
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.
( In memoriam - the heady days of draft, hippies, moon-landing and Gloria Steinem)
When Armstrong landed on the distant moon
It was a wild world full of hopes and dreams.
Hippies sang songs to melodious tune,
In jungles abroad there were painful screams.
It was a wild world full of hopes and dreams,
A father and his son fought side by side.
In jungles abroad there were painful screams,
Hard-headed woman would mores deride.
A father and his son fought side by side,
So where do the children play in these times?
Hard-headed woman would mores deride,
"Antiestablishment" those days was crime.
So where do the children play in these times?
Hippies sang songs to melodious tune,
"Antiestablishment" those days was crime
When Armstrong landed on the distant moon.
~02 Jun 2016~
Syllable count - 10 syllables per line (via www.how many syllables.com)
Titles From Cat Steven (Yusuf Islam) Numbers:
Armstrong
Wild world
Father and son
Hard headed woman
Where do the children play
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF- NativePen
TOPIC:DEAR FRIEND
TIME OF THOUGHT-02:18PM
DATE OF THOUGHT:29:11:2011
Your worth is more than a precious stone
So cute, dependable, clever and unavoidable
Having you around me makes my being meaningful
You are such a friend indeed
As grasses to the open field
As fishes to the oceans
And butterflies to the flowers
So is your presence in my life
You in my life
Brings flavor of millions fragnance
That charms my fears
And radite my countenance
At all seasons of life
If I were to choose you and attires of many colours
I would rather go for you
You worth more than riches and gold
Irrespective of my mood
You are my darling friend
Right in my hands
I will hold and held unto you
With all loyalty and sincerity
I will draw you close to my heart always
Be rest assured that my shoulder would not grow thorns when you are in distress.
Rasta Master(For Bob Marley)
Like the lion of Judah ,
Lying on the coast of hope,
With the turban of gold crown,
From the mountain of glory,
His mantle of office adorn.
Clad in a regalia of reggae,
To do the regatta acloud again,
The buffalo soldier hosts the banquet.
All around the world,
Through the Poles,through the Equator,
Jah made whole,man no dismantle.
The flame burning with glory,
The lake of the bulb on Bob.
A robust heap of dreads on Robert,
It's a summer holiday in Marley.
I'm bereaved at the Sheriff's.
Redress,regret,emotion-the notion.
"Will be together; is this love that I'm feeling?"
To feel filled;is this real?
No mummies,no makings.
Wanna hold on to love-I n I,
Right place of fold;to stick aright.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
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.
Notes:
I was listening to some music, by a famous singer, about this story, can any guess the song?
I find it interesting in light of what is happening now in the middle east, that
If people would only learn from history, thus I liked the quote below attributed to Saladin
Victory Is Changing the Hearts of Your Opponents by Gentleness and
Kindness."- Saladin
Croisades – French for Crusades
Although some historians paint Saladin as a kind and compassionate man, he
was afterall a man who attacked and conquered many peoples.
Balian of Ibelin c. 1143 – 1193) was an important Frankish noble in
the crusader Kingdom of Jerusalem in the 12th century.
The Council of Clermont was a mixed synod of ecclesiastics and laymen
of the Catholic Church, which was held from November 18 to
November 28, 1095 at Clermont, France. Pope Urban II's speech on
November 27 was the starting point of the First Crusade.
From then on, he ordered prayers in all the mosques of Syria and Egypt as
the sovereign king and he issued at the Cairo mint gold coins bearing his
official title—al-Malik an-Nasir Yusuf Ayyub, ala ghaya "the King Strong
to Aid, Joseph son of Job; exalted be the standard." The Abbasid caliph
in Baghdad graciously welcomed Saladin's assumption of power and
declared him "Sultan of Egypt and Syria."
TIME OF THOUGHT: 12: 56PM
DATE OF THOUGHT:13/04/2011
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-Nativepen
BUTTERFLY
Come around
For the darkness has vanished away
Come quickly around
For the barrier has finally gone
What a relief
The morning is here
I have open up my petals
Filled with nectars of your choice
The ever flowing juice I have in stock
Withoout you ,I may not be known
Your frequent visit help my growth
Oh butterfly come around
Once the day break
I will open up for you
Neither sun nor rainfall
Would restrain me from welcoming you
I always await you
Please do not tarry
So I wont worry
And be sorry.
Dawn again in this gaol
The jailbirds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more of my countrymen.
The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And 109 dumpty members up.
You will never see vessels that
Could be emptier.
Empty headed riggers; we never elected
The two other estates of the realm
Are but a sham.
Even the fourth just stroll
Through the corridors
Hoping to be beckoned in
To share of the loot.
They call it national cake.
The ignoble governors are known
For stealing huge funds
And they show no shame;
You can't show what you don't have.
And so nothing works anymore.
Yesterday, Yusuf John stole 23 billion naira
Worth of of public fund.
He was taken to court and he confessed.
The the lead-headed judge,
Slapped his wrist with an option
Of seven hundred thousand naira
Worth of fine.
The thief paid instantly from his back pocket
And walked away free.
Never has there been a country like mine
Never will there be any like it.
NEUTRAL COLOURS
Special species in speeches,
Thronging the long lawn.
Chameleon:echelon of neutrality.
Pavillion:bullion of activities.
Springtime:symbol of productivities.
Humans abound around,
The globe for abode.
Different but not,
Inference for lot.
Global creed of love,
Total rid of war.
Loot the line-cross,
Pool the fire-molt.
ADEOLA YUSUF AMUNI
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-NativePen
DEATH
TIME OF THOUGHT:LOST
DATE OF THOUGHT:LOST
Umm………………………..
The end of mens sojourn
An August visitor
A must that all living dislike
Is there any armour against it?
A thief that strike unnoticed
A destroyer
A snatcher;
He snatches the forgotten
The free born
The most sought after
Even the loved ones are not left out
He snatches the kings maker
The princes and the princess
The queens are not excluded
Not to talk of the kings
He is a cruel servant
He is no respecter of anyone
So ruthless
The offer of gold, brass, and bronze
He rejects
The best attire in style never freak him
What a cruel you are
A ticket to the judgement hall
The leverage amongst all
He is not a friend of all classes;
Pauper, slave and the wealthy
Oh death
The breaker of the umbreakable bond.
WHEN THE DEED IS DONE
TIME OF THOUGHT: LOST
DATE OF THOUGHT: 21/11/2010
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF- Nativepen
Was anyone around then?
Was there no one to caution?
When the deed is been done
Was there a person,was there no one?
I wonder where?
All the wise one have gone to
When the deed was done
When was the deed done?
Was it done at night?
Was it in the morning?
Or broad noon day?
I still wonder when
I wonder if the moon was aware
And the glowing star
When all was done
Deep in the flesh it has passed
Before we realised
Down in the bone it has penetrated
What a pity
Oh! the deed has been done
What a decay
What a ruin
Hmm, who are to pay
What can we say?
When the keepers
Were found sleeping
What else can we say?
When they are the say
That heaven will fall
Is not one's problem
All of us will pay
What can we say then?
When the wise men are ignored
When the eyes of the watcher
Have been trampled on
And the strength of the strong ones
Have been quenched with threat
The deed is fast spread
The impact kills gradually
Yet solution is yet known
The deed has been done
Remedy! Remedy!Remedy!
We all cry for
Restoration ! Restoration!
Our land cries for
Hearth of Winds
From west to east you plumb axisal spin,
And darted on the limbs of the poles.
On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes.
Just above the horizon of age, you journeyed,
Beckoning the threshold of syllabubic windfalls.
Sated with doldrums of lambent haul,
And the pomp of sycamore hover instill.
When you call again at the Isle of trench,
The oracles of time shall tune again the aviary.
Seated upon the pillion of days the carter roves,
Tilting in all directions with hopes of succour.
A long way from time indeed you are,
But as the tides of valour surmise you triumph.
Once I saw an array of humanic acclaims,
In a manger of Sylphic heath of tenderness.
The hills of tonic travails titivating the hold,
And all the flakes of materialism dancing attune the vista.
The tales of deeds will forever entail polemic puzzles,
And the spate of the weaver’s loom shall reckon amidst.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
NIGERIA IS 50-GOLDEN GREEN,WHITISH GOLD
Sallah is just a breathe away,
I hear the bells jingle
Like Christmas and New Year
Come to mingle.
Summer is just a step away,
I hear the birds beckon
Like light and water
Come to reckon.
Regards to Lugard,favour above,
Honey and spice,well and manna
Come to dwell on our land
Peace from above come aboard.
Azikiwe,Balewa,Awolowo,
Men of honour and valour,
I hear the well of blackgold
Smell of riches and wishes.
I wish to be in El-dorado,
To live in the city with electricity,
When the minute of resolution comes
The moment of solutions shall adorn.
Oh God of creation arise,
Let our leaders think aright,
Corruption is pestilence revolt on creation,
Tell them the ways of justice to trail.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Sweet Home
From the tense of turbulence you profer comfort,
from the tests of time you offer abode,
Will all the fortresses of home refer incline?
Will all the fortitudes of hope adversity sublime?
The ocean of pleasure thou are; forever will I clamour instill,
The mission of leisure sweet amass; forever will I welcome still.
Dotting the lines of succour through the poets' quill-pen,
Blotting the limbs of honour through the Equerrian quince.
The enclave of birth and nurture to the dwell enclose,
The conclave of might and culture to the bells entwine.
Entrenched in shelter from rain and sun concomitant undo,
Embellished in sceptres from ornaments to unravel the feud's undue.
As the elements of Architecture are singing beautitudes,
The velvets of bevels are clinking tambourines.
As the culverts of artefacts are mincing soirees,
The valance of bevies are ringing solarium.
In May you lay in mash of holy velds,
And in June will Juno return amidst.
Oh God of mercy grant us the grace of lair,
When the solace of sauna breeds comfort of sweet home.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
It's My Birthday
Within me it's light.Around me it's vineyard.
Glitter of the sun,resplendence of the moon,
and the immensity of the stars,like the shone
of my minds.
The spiritual me,Godliness to accomplish.
My psyche to conform into humanity.My emotions,
heartbeats,the language of the expansive society.
With my physical power I will trail my destination.
With the opportunity of today,I will delve into yesterday
and project into tomorrow.Certainly I will spread my story
around the world.Lillies of the spring,daffodils of the stream,
roses of the field,the prides of Barbados.I will heed the fragrance
of favour.
I live in me,my life-my willpower,the lustre of continuity.In celebrating
to have been born:emeralds,lighted coloured candles on cake,attires,
music to ginger the soul,the group-substance and integrity,munchies,
drinks,goodies,furniture,decorations...with a banjo,I will anchor my banquet.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni