Here I am my compatriot
Do not bore me with inanity
Stay in your lane dear friend
And let me stay in mine
For this is the season of anomie
Tempers are high and boiling over
Do not try to teach me good manners
Cause my patience has run out
And I can no longer listen to lies
Spewed from the pit of hell
To justify the position of your paymaster
While our father land
Gradually disappears from
The global map of decency
Patriotism calls and we must obey
Love and romance
Embrace the trance.
Caring and compassion radiate
Kindness and softness are compatriot
Playfulness and serenity thrive.
Pink brings warmth and healing to revive
Tranquility reaches its pinnacle.
It's a fallacy that pink makes one infantile.
With much fervour and excitement
Pink has a joyous incitement.
Do you now know why I give these pink outfits?
All these pink qualities are my gifts.
To you, Geoffrey, congratulation
On your gladdening Graduation
Well-deserved: the standing ovation:
You are ready to serve your nation….
However, I fear, from your bedroom,
As you wait for the right job to loom!
Spurious has been the worshipped oil boom,
A compatriot leaning on it – Doom!
Now, to face it, one shapes one’s future,
Defeats a drag-me-down subculture,
Adds refreshingly to one’s stature,
Story rewrites and paints new picture…
How to deal with eyes for the TV,
Each day to some firm with your CV,
Hopes fastening on future PV:
Some patients are treated no IV…
I have said but part of all the things,
The main point: A Graduate tries hand swings;
In his ears I-can-open-doors rings…
Forever above Angels with wings.
CAMPED
I am from a corn-tree
where people are divided into three
yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation.
he alone will get us away from molestation
The youth are dying every minute
for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts.
no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT.
yet they make us think they are patriots
We deviate from norms
Just to face more harms
From the so-called leaders
Who are cheaters
You and I are in bondage
Since our voices have been held, hostage
In our fathers land
No one dares demand or stand,
against those who feed us one congo of rice
Since our emotions have been played like a dice
Alas! One day I hope we have a story to tell
To that unborn seed of how we fell.
©Fawass Olalekan Adelabu
Arise o compatriot, Nigeria's call obey
To save her from going astray
Stand not aloof this is our Clarion call
Spread the news like you'll for a casting call
We're in for an urgent rescue mission
This isn't the time to debate religion
If we must forget about our crevasses
To have a great Nigeria without impasses
For this urgent call it's time to raise our voices
Nigeria is at the peak of many impasses
You've held many vigils to save her from attacks
In coming election let's make ourselves God's battle axe
Why would you want to sell your conscience
For those who only care about streaming in more affluence?
There's a time when silence is golden
Not this time that we should take our baton to save our barren
Ataxia the Beautiful!
With apologies to Samuel A. Ward
O beautiful for spacious sighs,
No art, fine motor disdain,
For Purple Mountain labilities,
Absolve off tune refrain!
Ataxia! Ataxia! God shed His grace on thee,
'Tis Grace it lacks, Scaring all like pain,
From sea to shining sea!
O Beauty Wife! Compatriot dream,
Who sees beyond the years,
Awkward activities do gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
Ataxia! Ataxia! God mend thy ev'ry flaw,
Rehab thy soul by self-control,
Cry of self pity? "Naw! "
In a wide street of commuters and passers by
rare is road disorder, measured in a small scale
busy minds, walking legs, punchers of devices,
a quick censors and smart gadgets top the stats
sitting, walking, eating or talking, one powered tool is present
life has evolved, blood has turned digital
without the emission of rays, air will not spread
tragedy embraces a compatriot to be in pain
the first helper is agent delay, followed by a community of phones
his cry only increases the pixels of these portables
a poor in need of help, treated like an abstract epiphany
the first human appears for an incredible assistance
the accompanying round of applause had no genuine power
hands from strong hearts jam to form a clunk
the scene ends and everyone is back to the virtual world again.
My blues-loving, Chicago poet and
amicable compatriot!
Now....somewhere up in those skies.
You were well known and published, too!
And your poetry drove me insane.
Depressing, negative verses!
Words all in vain.
I don't know whatever damaged
your psyche to such dire perdition.
You had compassion when I knew
you.
Then later, you turned into such a
sad and bitter man.
Your only god was the New York
Times?
That negative behemoth of lies and
perfidy, oh, Red!
Lost under meaningless social
conundrums and looking for truth
and answers in humans?
Your son, a missionary, died in
South Africa.
He knew the man who died on
the Cross was the answer, not
humans who spit in God's face.
There are billions like you, Red.
Poets hating God and His word.
Including having a high disdain
for any believer!
Always loving you~
Panagiota
September 4. 2019
Her freedom She fought for, overcoming
Hurdles' and struggles
Against all odds and cost
Alas! She did gain Her freedom
After Her history of pain
It was worth the fight.
She is called Nigeria!
Mother of Africa!
1st October 1960,
I would not forget.
Arise 'O' Compatriot.
Arise 'O' Nigeria.
Happy Independence day.
The infant orphan, you grew up in foster homes,
but your Polish roots were strong.
You knew Paderewski and you made his sculpture
for which you won the prize at World’s Fair.
Ziolkowski - the story teller in stone.
In your sculpture, you made the Crazy Horse face
larger than ancient kings,
larger than Egyptian pyramid.
May our another compatriot,
saint John Paul II pray for your soul
and all Native American Nations,
calling their sons and daughters to sainthood.
Rest in peace my countryman.
We were living in another people's territories,
making them proud.
May they grant us permanent asylum.
One beautiful afternoon
With my precious bicycle I roam around
In a city of love where couples are in love
And I give each girl a rose
The couples--- at their most beautiful smile
A picture of perfect pulchritude
And the sky witness how each corner blossoms
His compatriot clouds agree--- walk smilingly!
Oh, February! Forget the miseries even just for a day!
I drop off and turn to the fountain of love
Coins, like silver glimmer in the roots of water
An instant glimpse
of every pure but homeless heart
Then a poke draws out my attention
An angelic, little face offers his coin to me
With wrinkles in my forehead he left me
Still startled I stare at the coin
But the coin joins in the circle of silvers
Another count of a pure but homeless heart
Now filled--- with your astonishing pair of blue eyes
"February"
Lyn Jenne
Salt which good can I do, even to qualify award?
Consumers will complain, 'you exceeded it is the problem'!
Decreasing is blame, 'you deny our comfort'!
Salt which Good can I do, to be praised in the Broth?
Poor me Salt, I have bad reputation in Broth!
When they prepare mat, they insult me with under sleeve abusive remarks!
Children and old men, who will support me?
Salt which Good can I do, to be praised in the Broth?
I don’t have good reputation in Broth, Me poor Salt!
I need enough knowledge, to satisfy my relatives
To be away from slander, to come out to the top
Salt which Good can I do, to be praised in the Broth?
My neighbor 'Bitterness', and my relative 'Sweetness'
Our Big brother 'Honey', and my compatriot 'Bitter aloe'
Consider my situation, give me your Wisdom
Salt which Good can I do, to be praised in the Broth?
Stealing from the bribe treasury
of those that fight bribery
to my bank account overseas
for stealing is not corruption
That money is ours
stole from our resources
that is hidden overseas
for stealing is not corruption
Ohh, arise o-compatriot
to served our heros past
for stealing is not corruption
so peace and unity
I'm the monkey on your back, I'm the whisper in your ear.
I fill your heart with want, stare, covet and leer.
You think I'm not a part of you, believe that I'm not there.
And then I curl up on your lap and take you unaware.
The cattle always crave to graze the grass beyond the fence.
No matter who the landlord is no thought of recompense.
Likewise the dog will gaze upon the bone chewed by his mate.
It must be worth more than mine, no reason for him to wait.
You think that you are the one who is always in control.
Insidious as it may sound I can get to you, right to your very soul.
Incongruous it really is I don't like to be known.
I plant the seed, water it and wait until it's grown.
I'm sure you've worked out who I am and the work I can perform.
You convince those close to you and even yourself, that you do not conform.
I make you wish you had it all, then drop you feeling empty.
I'm not your friend, compatriot, you know my name is envy.
If I were the president,
in our fatherland, no citizen will be a bastard
and mutual respect, our networking web.
If I were the president
the people will be my senate
and their satisfaction my template.
If I were the president
all sectors will be cycled with excellence
all human needs will be met with kindness.
If I were the president
cremation of human disasters fully executed
our mentality will be built in love.
If I were the president
good ideas, I’ll romance
into reality, I’ll convert.
If I were the president
life will be a comfort zone
with every compatriot a beneficiary.
If I were the president,
the simple flow of Life would be applied;
basic made basic, luxury made luxury.
If I were the president
health, mobility, literacy and justice
would be rights, not privileges.
This third world I see
would be transformed to the first, I dream of,
so God……… Make me the president that we need.
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