Fear not the beast of age,
Now you are mature an adult.
Thou shall hail from thy night cage;
Talking about concerns phobia consult,
For in it, overflows river of blissful wage.
Fear not the twist of tongue,
Or the loyalty of those spying,
To insult the efforts you dreadfully dung,
With no intention than pretty sighing...
Weighing heavily pregnancy so young.
Fear not the twist of chance,
Buried in mysterious harmless prank-
Of once opportunity lost; it lives in trance.
Do you limit yourself to that, be frank?
Resolve bugging other logics to glance!
No revival cream cheese,
Like groundnut oil will ever do.
Neither do faults' wave flees,
To never appear again in the blue.
Fighting back, surely ills been sleaze.
May all sickness mails hang.
Network ye be unavailable!
May your darling gang,
Offers you scope advisable
And get drums loudly bang...
Thou nature's fragrance so sweet,
Submit happiness to his feet
And forever to his grace,
Bring enough fortune embrace...
That gets enemies plans defeat.
Happy birthday!
Age off hell!
Have your say;
State all well,
Out shining MAY.
Amen!
Categories:
groundnut, africa, age, anniversary, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Lamet!
is what she hears first
him, screaming her second name
as he descends upon her
no time to process
gravity
a thud, tearing her core to shavings
Maiweeeee! She is puzzled.
His baritone dropping the 'n'
agitation
a wooden scrabble.
Nothing is left between her
and Pee, not a grain
all’s crushed
smothering their screams
interlocking their groans.
He is a pawn, no saphead
giving it to her, a pounding
her splinters
putting him on like a glove
a blood-wood
fragments of his body all over her.
She, a Mortal
(he notes the ‘r’ replacement)
implodes in silence, his pain.
She is deep
no winnowing basket
Her pleas chaff going with the wind
consummating with eyes
but she, too dry to go gunky.
Left to recline in the tree shade, heaves
silent sighs among groundnut sheaves
“You know I l-o-v-e you,”
“Yet it spells p-a-i-n, right?”
“We are just pieces of a g-a-m-e dear,”
he sighs rolling onto his back.
Categories:
groundnut, africa, allegory, pain, word
Form: Free verse
Be Great Again
Oh, my fatherland
The envy of the West
The owner of great farmlands
The honey comb
The sugarcane plantation
The liquid treasure
Where is your greatness?
The groundnut pyramid
Do you still harvest cocoa?
You've got just enough
Enough to make greatness again
Enough gifts and resources
Enough of slave trade
Enough of ethnicity
Enough of religious bigotry
And of corrupt leaders too
Who fly about in costly jets
And of citizens without focus
Enough is enough
Oh, my fatherland
Enough of clueless youths
Enough of slaps in the NASS
And of fight on protocols
Enough of killings and blackouts
Oh, my fatherland
Stop being a begger
And be great again
Categories:
groundnut, desire, faith,
Form: Blank verse
For them:
TGIF! It’s weekend;
The ATM vomits its cods,
Unwinding at the bars,
The cinema’s got a blockbuster!
Yes,…pizza… barbeque… red wine…chicken…
…come on, keep the change girl, it’s weekend!
Campuses empty for “World-Trade-Centers”;
Hey, Two nights, Sunday’s off…your bill
…turn on the gen. set boy! It’s weekend!
For us:
We wake to trader’s knock,
Farmers got to make thousand heaps,
Laundry man washes his palms off,
Bar attendants serve till time is still,
Prostitutes, pounded for few pounds,
‘Big brothers’ rob us to pay our bills,
The maid knocked out without recharge;
Labourer needs refill:
“Malt?”
“No…three coooold pure water”
“And wetin?”
“And, ehn…one groundnut.”
“Finish?”
“Add one bons biscuit,
Put am for nylon”
It’s glaring why;
Their WEEKends earn us WEAKends!
At our homes,
“We’re fasting today[no prayer point]”
“Idiot children! Drink water and be fine”
“Go meet your mother!”
“Are you blind?”
“Turn off the lantern, tomorrow’s Church…”
… and so is our weakend!
Categories:
groundnut, destiny, fate, irony, people,
Form: Dramatic Verse
O' Mother Ghana
O' mother Ghana, how proud am i to be your grand son
My skin so black from the burn of the sun
For a woman to head a country shows your bravery
You won us our freedom from our colonial masters during the slavery
You are a brave African black beauty
Even at the age of sixty
Your red,yellow,green and black wrapper makes you look bold
How can you go hungry when you farm cocoa and mine gold
Despite your bravery,you are known world wide as a mother of peace
Whiles other parents are still struggling for peace
O' mother Ghana, embrace us with your warm loving heart
Your African cultures will forever dwell in our hearts
Gone were the days when those masters called you Gold Coast
Now you are an independent woman and with that you can boast
You first son the brave intellectual Dr. Kwame Nkrumah
And your handsome and beautiful grand children Kofi and Ama
You serve as with Banku with grinded pepper,Fufu with Groundnut soup and other delicious meals
We love you mother Ghana
May you live long O mother Ghana.
Categories:
groundnut, africa,
Form: Personification
Bringing ice cream to the sun!
dreaming nice dreams could be fun.
Visions plausible
yet seemingly unatainable.
..bringing ice cream to the sun!
Missions impossible
yet they set us on it. UNTHINKABLE !
..bringing ice cream to the sun.
10yrs work experience required b4 u get the job.
bringing ice cream to the sun.
about 10 dependants on a minimum wage
..bringing ice cream to the sun!.
A take home pay that barely takes us home.
..bringing ice cream to the sun!
Promises of jobs in oil companies
yet no groundnut oil companies in sight.
missions impossible
like having a mule serve ICED cream to the sun!
Categories:
groundnut, april, life,
Form: ABC
Given in appreciation
but taken away on request
translated to foreign land
but asked to surrender everything
employed to serve unknown guests
but asked to behave brainlessly
taken for a tour as personal effect
but chained for whims of tourism
Today young girls of the world
are chattels of people’s wishes
They are dustbin of weird whims
hijacked, negotiated, looted, lied to
are groundnut paste of pleasure
nothing in this world they are
but chattels, empty scraps!
Categories:
groundnut, irony, woman,
Form: Free verse
Teeth sans groundnut
See now reversal of fate-
Groundnut sans teeth.
Categories:
groundnut, philosophy, , fate,
Form: Haiku
Some sounds like the noise of bees
Hovering around the atmosphere
Or like rain drops on our roof tops,
I opened my round window
The window of my hut,
I wanted to know
Why my sleep won't mellow,
All i saw was sorrow
As the atmosphere turned green.
The cassava farm was over shadowed
Banana plantation feebled,
Apple orchard struggled
Yet their efforts stifled,
Lemon grass for mama's herb withered,
Rose flower shattered and our
Groundnut farm tattered.
Suddenly,the green army fled,
Tears exuded from my eyes
As i sputtered in pain,
Mother filled with melancholy,
Father tore his heart in grief
Villagers hope captured and crippled,
So their travail displayed as
Everyone mourned over
The locust plaque.....
BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).
Categories:
groundnut, confusion, depression, mystery, natural
Form: Narrative
Inside the pot of the poet
Is the soup to maw
Prepared of stew during dew
Fishes and beefs crave for
Survival off poet's mouth.
In the soup of the poet,
Ingredient abounds in the pot.
Rhyme pepper appears along Haiku
Epigram stewed Pastoral with Sonnet
Timed Iambic tangle freely with Free verse
Ode speak of Ballad with maggie of Tanka.
Couplet spill curry over Epic of Quatrain
Blank verse added onion to a Canzone
Tin tomatoes had Epithalamium stewed
Elegy took along a dry pepper to an Epitaph.
Carpe diem had groundnut oil gushing
Abc verse sprinkled Alliteration with a palm oil
It took Rictameter of locust beans for a Sestina
Salty Burlesque put smiles in a pot of Dirge
The soup was full of Limerick of Etheree.
Confusion of ingredients in the soup
The poet wilt more in dilemma
Which one of them do I maw?
For the soup of the poet is full.
Ayande Stephen.T
12.15pm
17th August 2006
Still on my way to Apagbon in Lagos on the behest of IPC
Chairman,Lanre Arogundade.
Specially packaged for www.poetrysoup.com for being a wonderful family.
Categories:
groundnut, allegory, art, imagination, life,
Form: Free verse