All that begins for sure, finds an end -
Abrupt, distinct, obscure or of dismal blend
Fervent farers wade through or waft
While they trust more their own craft ;
Great deeds and rare feats result
In marvels and manoures well dealt
And prompted by the conscience upright ;
Yet is there a domain murky and trite
Wherein the dual pull : drop or go
Smites and recharges a half - done show ;
The pleasure sensed with success depends
On the sane thoughts the equity intends
And commands to be followed all through
To resolve : ends begin with a set move.
With virgin miles yet pining for tireless tread,
You know a lot of hard travelling lies ahead;
For the goal unclaimed stands beyond reach,
Where triumph basks on the gleaming beach.
But the blistered feet do pinch with spiking pain,
Immobilizing wounds that hatch soaring cramps;
For limbs are short but the pilgrim's journey's long,
And victory can only be won with lengthened strain.
Hope fails amidst fatigue's encumbering banes
That hit hardest on the journeyer's softest parts;
Trimming mirth and the last of enlivening cheer,
Sapping the only pillar that props sinking hearts.
The trek's hostile surrounds play no kindly friend
To tired and lonely farers on this less-taken road;
Your only mates are wild jeers that strangers send,
On this arduous path our ancient heroes often trod.
Despite the testing route's unrelenting heartbreak,
May every valiant foot march on for victory's sake!
Sweet is equally sweet to all mortal tongues,
Choice morsels sate all men's starved pangs;
Brilliant sights of plenty charm every eye right,
And friends against foes for shinier spoils fight.
Why then do many in want of fine things stand;
Or, how come keenest mouths on gravel feed?
What alters those picky looks on life's shelves
That tell the greatest from the blandest breed?
Sheer wishful cravings for tasty bites alone,
Can't tear sumptuous meat from obtuse bone;
Nor can mere oglings turn fate's mulish thread,
That pins all sojourners on the hardened tread.
Life's fortunate farers got loads of apt swag:
Maybe just a weird tooth for plaintive rhyme,
Or a bankrupt itching to benefit others' souls;
Artful ploys to outshine the sly guiles of dime.
Prized strokes of luck eschew the clinical type,
And smile on stony folks immune to their hype.
The sea calls me
whispers in my ears,
the rise and fall of foaming waves
waft the scent of salt tasted tears,
a haven released through time
pounding surf, light, dark and dreams
upon each sounding splashing wave.
Rise. Greet the ocean farers
the fishers of men and women,
schools of children birthed
within restless stormy night winds,
the aftermath of being freed
born to ride the quivers of the sea
beckoning the surge of living life.
Embrace the swells of existence
as the ridges surface and hide again,
the very ripples of breath and heartbeat
pound the inner rhythm in its melody,
drumbeat rolls and foamy crests escalated,
rumbles of thunder unearthed gesticulated
the depths breaching trembling whitecaps to shore.
The sea calls me
dances wildly on the sandy shores,
a tidal flow that inches in from the ocean climb,
taffy pulled breakers slapping on the wet sand,
the billowed torrent of blended lives,
whale, shark, tuna, clam and crab once sheltered
in the darkened depths to journey up and out
to the open seas, calling, wait for me.
Nourished with sea-bounty’s great sustenance
They boasted about grand pearls’ elegance
Yet, their grievous greediness
Put an end to their richness…
Humbled, they prayed for sea life’s abundance.*
As sea farers of water endurance
They can’t hide their aquatic arrogance
But, warned against selfishness
They boomed in their shell business
Now, sharing much for marine maintenance.
*2Chronicles 32:29 Moreover he provided him cities, and possessions of flocks and herds in abundance: for God had given him substance very much.
August 3, 2019
3rd place, "Devotion to Ocean" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 8/15/2019.
When a South Korean big boat
Was sinking with hundreds of passengers on board
Frigid water filling up its hold
The crews with captain in fear and cowardice bold
Fled betraying the hope of all the sea farers
There appeared a courageous woman head
With a sailor’s experience she was one of the co-passengers;
Rising to the occasion raring to go ahead
She took the lead in helping all the passengers half-dead
Supplying them life jackets, courage and burning hope
Keeping not a single jacket for her to elope
Promising not to leave till a single of them remained
She didn’t even think of her life, it was reported;
Many were saved but she was drowned
Among the dead her body was found
Buried in chill watery ground.
An savior of mankind with a heart sound
Igniter of the sacrificial fire
With the fire glowing within her
She was certainly inspired by the Divine bliss
Living still in human heart for her selfless sacrifice.
Poet in a Pool of Love
...... For You Ajinle
A
jin
le
When my yearning becomes a letter
Of love inside the dust of time
This lyric will deliver my affection to you
Ajinle the precious daughter of Adegboye
For love is always love
For two dreaming hearts
When their hearts never departs each other
When the cloud of love erupt their minds.
Ajinle
Love is not for coward hearts
Love is not for fragile minds
When I thought how I love you in silence
My heart beat faster
My spirit linger through your undiscovers planet
I found myself in a pool of love
Ajinle
When my song becomes a melody of joy
It is because of you!
My poems are not for ragged - minds
But I will read dirge if you departs my life
Or, is their anything to compare with the absence of love?
A
jin
le,
Our love and present-shadow is a destiny of tomorrow
Though we are way-farers
By,
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.
Note: Ajinle 'Yoruba linage for female'
Adegboye: 'Royal name belong to monarch family'
Tears of Absence
To
Oyedokun Simeon: My Beloved
friend
when my yearning becomes a
letter
Lost inside dust of time
This poem will deliver my feeling
To you Simeon the son of
Oyedokun
For home is always home,
For only those who stay
when flame of war erupts
Frienship is not for coward
And struggle is not for fragile
hearts
Life is not always smooth sailing
It has its ups and downs,
Smiles and frows
There is no success without
failure
Hardship and pain, you have to
endure
Don't give up!
Simeon, when my song becomes
a melody
Of tears it is only because of
you!
My poem is not for pall - bearers
But I read dirge in your absence
Or is there anything to compare
with
Absence of the death?
But we won't die the son of
Oyedokun
For our friendship is a destiny
of tomorrow
Through we are way - farers
Simeon, Remember! Remember!!
Greate things could be achieve
tonight
we need to struggle with all our
might
Though when everything
becomes cloudy
Surely, we would reach the top
And succeed one day.
Written by: Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.
Down! Down! Down!
The ship sailed endlessly
To the world beyond.
Storms beat,waves roared
But on and on we sailed
Under the howling wind
Like a focused runner on
His mark.
Ahoy! Cried one,lo there
Lies the Isle of Isidur.
One almost went over-
Board,another's cry could
Be taken to be demise of
A loved one.
Anchored we at the shore
Went in the sea-farers in
Search of the hidden
Treasures.
The atmosphere was filled
With eerie sounds
Echoing names. What
Names?
Those who graced the isle
Before.
With a melted heart,we
Knew a monster's lair we
Had being.
The horizon looks bleak,
What really lies ahead?
Flow! Flow! Flow!
Thou sea of silence
Carrying friends and foes
Alike.
The gentle sounds of
Waves lapping thru the
Evening like a moving
Mountain.
Blow! Blow! Blow!
Thou east wind,thy
Tender hands caress our
Gliding bark as we break
Into the warm waters.
Look! The sun gazes at
These sea-farers whose
Quest we know not.
Far beyound the horizon
Lies treasures of untold
Measures.