(5th September 2020
Udaliya Tea Garden, Fatickchari, Chattogram
with Misbah, Jony, Habib, Parves, Manik)
Extended deep hills
the more we went to the west
from our local area
Serpentine paths in the hills
on the protean waists of hills the tea cultivation,
the far hills are greenwood of the rubber trees
Into the deep forest of these approachable hills
we found some huts with performing chants
after crossing more three hills
there was the Honolulu queen- a garden of dragon fruits,
artificial lakes, paddy fields, pasturelands
though fishing was not my hobby I enjoyed with them
full day with fishing hooks and collected seven and a half kg fishes
After returning to my home
For the hottest day, I felt a headache but thrilled I was
Alone in my room, though the full day with splendorous time
I do not know actually why I am here on this earth
In me I feel, for me, this world is the palace of leisure time passing;
when my vacation period will be over then I have to leave this forever
SAMIRA
Samira,
The beauty of 3 arts
General with elegance,
Enigma without resemblance
You should have called
Before you left this earth,
Cousin to Maryam, owner of
My heart.
Ha Samira believer of Mosha
I loved your dressings during
Socials,
I recollect the afternoon you
Said I should never be sober,
I wish I saw death hanging on
Your shoulders,
Tell me why tears shouldn't be
My roster?
Too early call, no reason to
Rejoice
I now fear this air
I don't know when she will stop
Been my friend,
Keep me among the dead
Everyone has a place of rest.
No ceremony for the dead.
Rest Samira Jibril.
habib akewusola
WORDS SO SWEET.
Cultivating from this tangerine
Tree
Liquid recipe, her content carry's
Pedigree,
Green shaped leaf is my identity.
What is time without the latitude
Of man's mind?
Am surprised, this ordinary ink
Begins to see things.
Follow me on this trace into
Unlimited might, lighting sign's
Apostles of translucent sight.
Today you read Words So Sweet,
As sentences duplicates into
Centuries
Not speaking of her voluminous
Territory
Basically her harvested energy
Equals particles of spiritual
Clergy.
You my darling so sweet,
I prostrate murmuring indefinite
Blessings,
Never have I pictured you in a
Coffin
Stand by me when am coughing
Become my hobby,
I hear your voice even when you
Say noting.
Accept this infant milk from
A mother to feed her pretty
Daughter at age two,
I mount my back for you
To scale through.
Let Wrinkles never beautify
Your face
Dark and fair will definitely
Read this page.
Poetry was created for you
Never to hate
WORDS SO SWEET is a stage,
To you who love's and see
To the growth of wisdom in
Every adorable medium,
Poetry is my name.
Habib Akewusola.
EGUSI SOUP.
Blessed vegetable leaf with
Melon roots
Selected soup from the
Eastern roof,
My taste bud is the only
Proof,
As pounded yam is her groom
Eba could be a quality
Substitute.
Ingest and digest because this
Is the best,
Nutritionist recommends
Strangely my skin becomes
Fresh,
She even doubles my strength.
Assorted meats to select
Stock fish sinks in Egusi's chair,
Pets enjoy her remnant.
Sufficient palm oil is a blend
It remains on her shallow bed
This makes Egusi almost red.
Five fingers is the instrument
Begin to roll into Egusi's trench.
Egusi is Ibo's friend
She also visit's different events,
Her eminence, favorably prepared
By pretty women
Who are culturally dressed.
Egusi is this natural herb
Cures illness without my consent,
Tarnish as many plates
She never torments,
I will respect green and protect
Her children.
Habib Akewusola.
MIRACLE ON EARTH.
Salute to the lords that formed
Our land
Tribute to the angles unseen
During the day,
Few where born to be great
Different sand was used to create,
On my wooden slate,
I try to meditate
Soyinka suddenly appears on
This page
Do you notice Baba's black and
White gray?
With his tentacles in shining
frames.
Am still in shock Soyinka hasn't
Been ordained,
The god's of words and human
Metaphysical brain
Will always favor few names,
You should have heard of the
Great Achebe?
Kindly read few lines of J.P Clark's
STREAMSIDE EXCHANGE,
Poetry that makes kings reminisce
You can only translate if you
Read again and again.
Miracle trained to make little
Mistakes,
I pray thee ink shall never sleep,
Seeing who sees the unseen,
Heard you predict battle victory,
I see in you a shining evening,
My father of golden reasoning.
Habib Akewusola.
25th December.
Receive this anointing
Fore She keeps hunting
christianity's doctrine,
Early this morning
I mean in every country,
Rhythmic spirit of happiness
Keeps walking
As the streets are never boring,
Inside each door every family is
Cooking,
Some baking maybe frying,
Expecting relations to come knocking
And await the joyful request to
Come in.
She children riding on a donkey,
On the field merriment is grouped
In dozens.
I love the way the sky glitters,
Dad bought me two new slippers,
My Mum just delivered a cute baby
Sister.
I am watching a play of the magician,
He turned a chair into a tall giraffe.
Praise the Good LORD for those who
Can scream Glory,
This day on the page of my bible
Renews man's hope,
I pledge to the unity and growth
As christmas will forever be my
Humanity's oath.
Habib Akewusola.
GHOST ON FACEBOOK.
Kindly search for Lady Angelica
Chase
You would fill this an element of
My craze
She messages me only on
Sundays,
As her profile picture still remains
Naked
Covered in black lace,
That my eyes continues to strain.
Every time I search for her updates
Imagine, the screen says,
No search found, is this the name
For a label or place.
My confusion has become elaborate
These page messages me only on
Sabbath days,
Suddenly she fades that none
Will ever trace.
Her friends list are only eight
Females,
Three's profile pictures are very faint
Her remaining's status is always the
Same,
“Darkness is my age
For my forgiveness is delivered
In pain”.
These five are all namesakes
Same age,
Different images but the same grade.
Your enjoyment is all I aim,
Sure you enjoyed this fiction of
A poets brain,
Words so sweet is my name,
Since poetry has been laid
None knows my duplicate.
Habib Akewusola.
BLOOD MORNING.
Writing from the vicinity of
Aluu,
My beautiful taboo.
Here is the hometown of Kalu,
My good friend who resides in
Kano.
Aluu, the popular city wearing
Jungle tattoos,
In this city, atrocity happens every
Afternoon
Innocent blood could be mistaken
For cashews,
Vampires breathing within manhood.
Now I can't eat my Apu
Human beings could be roasted
Like cattle,
Yoruba calls it maluu.
If GOD should ask for one
Word,
I will say HE must banish You,
Seize all your shoes
And the pregnant shouldn't
Deliver fruits.
Habib Akewusola
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.
MY POETIC VIBE.
As I talk in rhymes,
This makes my readers never
To sleep between any line
Your mind is fixed to this light
As I read into critics eye.
Scream to the stars and never
Fill shy,
These the only time I can talk
To persuade you peninsula's child.
My rhythmic vibe,
Isn't thy spirit happy that
You are pronounced alive?
You know Marley's track
Women must always cry,
This is Habib's flight that I will
Always shine before this night dies.
Kindly stand at alert
No man can quarrel with this shark
Sharpen those palms and forget
The spelling called setback,
Imitate the giraffes prank
Continue to elongate never fear of
Going to slack.
I proclaim the rhythmic vibe
My father laid a little spark
Presently I just burnt the entire farm.
Blessed is the chest who never dreams
Of inherited wealth,
She's a permanent curse upon my
fragile head
As I will never live to mold my personal
Crest.
My vibes just landed unto the earth,
This rhythm will never come to an end.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
THE NEW WORLD.
Keep reading and don't talk,
Robots do major work
As I supervise and watch.
With my cold hands
I read psalm
As the sun is turning on
From the west lawn,
These new world is a song
Long told by the holy monk,
It was kept far in the elephants
Trunk
We didn't read to be wisdom
Drunk.
The world was a better place,
Till riches came with a sensitive
Scent,
Segregation enters every page
Poverty becomes a stain and
Pain of the destined age.
Tears is this healthy rain
She can express,
But will never explain.
The new world
Is these great spray
I can't challenge the other
Of the day,
Two stage is all time present
A present or punishment for
Man rent
The new world isn't the same
And will never remain
The same even for any saint.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA
ARMSTRONG IS GONE.
This great leg who steped places
Not all men would treck
His vibrant head that was always
Blessed
Not all sence can learn,
Armstrong, destinies wagon, the
Golden legend
Surgion of human endervoles, even
The best among animals prefrence,
Your gaint visit to the clouds
Where the moon permanently rest.
II
My lips are sealed
See this almond tree thick and rich
But she thinks real deep in memory
Of her greatest fallen leaf.
Armstrong the transparent king,
How can I be your next of kin?
Your family never needs to weep,
Mankind must forever celebrate your
Skin,
The gentle key who unlocked every
Troubled wind.
III
Armstrong will no longer talk,
His works created the word rejoice.
My loyalty is all you read
As my voice stands still,
Lower the stars let's all sing
Like the breeze coordinate this
Flag with easy.
Time to become the man of dust
To reincanate and meet his
Favourite Lord.
Armstrong is physicaly gone,
Possitively sure the moon forever
Appreciates your intelligent touch,
The new baby Armstrong will
Soon be born.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA
CITY WITHOUT SLEEP.
Please call the judge who sits
In this court,
Cultivating vanities job in
Presence of broken doors.
This village knows the alternative
To lost,
I can't sight any aged cloth
Wearing a clock,
Time doesn't even stop
Everyone lives till HE comes.
My clock talks,
The reason why I wake up.
Seasons without breakup despite
Congregation of wasted love.
Love is the reason time evolves,
Trust is like dust, needs
No support to run and penetrate
Into the Sun.
This wall just turned crumbs,
As the hungary rock begs for
His turn to rotate and never pause.
The village is filled with wasted pots,
Father's curse reflects on my job,
Here we are created never to fall
No matter how tall your age has
Gone.
So joy is getting short as
Some are born
None is ever mourned.
Value should be given to loss
Then the train would come
To drop more for Us.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
I AM FEAR.
I am fear,
The chair without legs,
I am fear
Carrying a dry chest
With bold inscription of
Neglect.
I am fear
Darkness and regrets friend,
I have slept in my shameless
Shell,
As I heard
Hell never smells,
What will be my rent if
She swells
Like the balloons head?
Inside is full of sweat
Still, I can't take a step,
I missed the gentle air
Following towards excel,
Should I spank myself
Or who do I tell that I fear
Even before taste?
As you calculate, those
Outside speculate,
Many would insinuate that
Your date would eventually
Fail.
I let them say cause
There heart is a cage
Who accommodates permanent
Stains.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
LIFE OF A MAN.
Is this perfect square
First is your arrival on earth
Second is when you start to
Use your sense
Third is when the world expect
To see you shine
Forth is when you are finaly
Laid to rest.
These square is perfect
But man remains imperfect.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA
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