DANCING DREAMS OF DAMILOLA JOHNSON
Dancing through the daffodils, bright & bold,
Damilola’s dreams in daylight unfold.
Delicate droplets of dew, glistening gold,
Delight in her laughter, a story retold.4
Daring to dream, she dives into the deep,
Dancing with destiny, her heart’s secrets keep.
Divine in her kindness, her spirit so steep,
Delivering hope where the shadows creep.8
Dynamic and dazzling, an oasis of light,
Dear Damilola Johnson jonsing the darkest nights,
Drawing the dawn of dotingness, warmth & might,
Inspiring conceived journeys that'll soar into flight.¹²
With every determined step, she shines anew,
Dancing through challenges, as only she could do.
Dami’s enduring essence, a vibrant view,
Delightfully destined for greatness & holds value.¹6
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?26th October 2024.
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)
Right Reserved
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
(SmilingPen)
Instagram | @smiling_pen
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Olajire Damilola Muyideen
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)
© Copyright owner
IG - smiling_pen
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)
©Copyright
IG~Smiling_pen
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
(SmilingPen)
® Right Reserved
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
NOT ASHAMED TO BEG
On my left, there is a
pantomime.
On my right are those things
I wish I had,
But are never mine.
Please give me food, they'll
give me ounce
Sometimes, they give none
They'll say,
Don't come tomorrow else
you'll be bounced.
If begging is not a sin
I'm not ashamed to beg
If begging won't make me marry
the Obama's kin
Still, I'm not ashamed to beg
See me,not as a beggar but
a man wealth hasn't seen.
On my breath, thee placed an
embargo.
Else,
I would've traded with a cargo
I've got no money,even God knows
I'm hungry,you can easily see
my nine bones.
When I Beg,
Please show me some love
and help
Don't give to me those
gestures of despair.
I'm not proud to beg,just don't
want to steal to make a earn
Not ashamed to beg,please
cleanse my tear.
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen (Smiling)
®Right Reserved
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)
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)
PLEASE COME BACK
I hate to cry.
For they say its for the
unwise.
But believe me, I just can't lie
The pain in my heart is what
money can't buy.
But Why!! Why??
Why do you have to say
Goodbye?
Have you forgotten you
promised to walk with me
down the aisle.
Please come back, my eyes
can only see when blind.
I won't stop crying, maybe my
tears can bring you back.
If crying is for the unwise,
then I don't want to get wise.
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen
(SMILING)
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)
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 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.
"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
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