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57 years aback,
Millions of ebony shinning skinned individuals,
Meddled in this part of the world to form a country named Nigeria.
From the stand point of crudeness,
How Ignorance bred colonialism.
A sting never to be forgotten.
Those brutal stripes our fathers had borne,
So much hard work for no cost at all.
We were slaved night and day.
Although split into various clusters of ethnicity,
Colonized by people who saw us not as humans but animals.
At the clock of 1914 we were amalgamated,
controlled by one headlight of power.
As time went one, the baton of leadership was dragged,
From the hands of our dear colonial masters down to us.
We debated between military rule and democracy,
And weighed more in strength for democracy.
We have only but stood for one government,
A government of the people and for the people,
as the rule of law prevails ever ramifications.
Through this journey, states were created out of regions,
It spelt the beginning of a split into diversity.
And yet we have survived all attacks on unity.
We have delved together in pains,
cried alongside in times when blood was shed.
We have held strong to oneness,
moved from one tenure blissfulness to another of pain.
We are proud to stand tall to corruption with a blossoming economy.
We have learnt to love, to accommodate justice in our hands,
And to boastfully prevail over diversity.
From the North, West, East to the South,
Nigeria being so rich in nature's heritage has produced fertility.
we have a large choice of wealth,
Ranging from agriculture, oil produce to other natural resources.
Education has spread forth its wings,
and has embraced us to knowledge.
We have held strong wisdom as key to work wonders in and out of Nigeria.
We are 57 years stronger.
From crudeness we have journeyed through ignorance to certainty,
moved from dependence to freedom.
We are a sovereign Nation, self substitent, powerful in influence and blest by God.
The Giant of Africa- Nigeria
for the third class life is surrounded by, not a single affirmative element but utter negativity, it may be a condemned one, yet is still worthwhile living the life because in the total negativity one can disavow everything just like an absolute authority
for the third-rater is always treated by those around one with contempt, the life may be miserable, yet is enjoyable because the anger i swallowed in every moment of my life and kept in the depth of my heart with tears can be spewed out at any time, in anywhere, just like a most powerful tyrant
to impress others, may be impossible, i flapped the wings that actually i didn’t possess; the beauty of life was then however, it doesn’t matter if i was a performer of first class theatre or of third. even with those inexistent wings, i was able to fly boastfully in the spotlight dazzling colorful air though for a little while
although i searched for a way to wonderland and went after a good and ripened time for harvest, the soul rent with grief and mortified, alas, i was always wound-up to standing in the damned same starting point because no matter
how hard i searched, the way to wonderland was nowhere on earth it never
existed for me, no matter how eagerly i went after it, the ripened good time was never there for me to harvest; nonetheless, even with deeply wounded heart, i was able to find the moment of peace at the point where i started off was, may be my numbed sensitivity, caused from the debt too great for me to pay off, caused from the destitution never be filled to flee from it
“why don’t you laugh at this ludicrous fool’s tears?” the fool being ousted from even this filthy third class theatre which was filled with rowdy audiences! “why don’t you cry for this helpless buffoon’s laughter?” mimicking Caesar with antic,
‘et tu, Brute!’*
even in this crucial moment
of losing my one and only vocation the buffoon ever had
*William Shakespeare. Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene 1. ‘You too, Brutus!’
Crypto Redeemer is here
Thanks to the golden votes
That the Moor
And the silver ones that the cow .
His republican and sacred fascist people
Turned into horrendous braying, stunning
He burst into the mass of the Jumento
Or the “O” of his crypto currency
And in his inauguration of power
For four years or more
In the Capitol
Taking the Nazis as a model:
Oh, he's here!
Our Crypto Redeemer is here!
They exclaimed.
To see in women, in children, young men, girls
Old men and old women
That emulation, anxiety, and haste
To bow to him
And try to kiss him boastfully
At the tip of the bud
On whose was drawn:
“America great again”
It made me want to on the opponents
Democrats who farted three times
In his honor
Outside the Capitol
In the most solemn and circumspect way.
With what mercy the good old lady
And the beautiful girls
Let a crypto coin be put
In their skin
Or in the of these young girls
In all their splendor
For the glory of the newborn
With oral bleeding after a breastfeeding
With what devotion the devout old man
And the young man from Silicon Valley
Prostrate devotees
They showed themselves serious opening their anus
So that their Crypto Redeemer
Would put a coin in them
For the glory of their undefiled hole
By sacred
Or worldly faggots
Confident of not being left sad
If he heard their farts with a roar
Cheering with care:
America great again
Long live our Crypto Redeemer
Long live! Long live!
It was so much pleasure
With which the Long live!
They exhaled repeating
Such was their contentment
That the most indifferent of nations
And the all churches excited
Winning the Crypto Redeemer
Above all beliefs
With holy devotion and zeal.
Everything crosses my eyes now
Happy, blessed, grateful
Never shall I be regretful
This is how I feel right now
Contented, peace in mind
Youth blossoming inside
Glee glittering through my mouth
Joy starring my life
Before, as I now can recall
15 was a smile, was a song
Years boastfully crawling
One by one me embracing
Age was cool, light and more than welcome
Hiding behind heavy years to come.
20 fervently greeted
A princess in a kingdom hailing
A rose in beauty blooming
A heart in love dancing
Blessings for granted taken unaware
I didn’t then, now I do care.
30 then of age aware I became
Giving life to parts of me
Rejoicing my share of my fate
Beyond my world, life wasn’t the same
Looking from a far
Couldn’t see me, that’s not fine
Dreams, love, beauty unable to outshine.
When 40 I tried to reconcile with the me outside
Youth still struggling inside
Aging in body and mind
Very cold when harsh times crossed my path
Ageless deep in the heart
Speechless when hurt turned into wrath
Youth and age side by side
That’s life, that’s fate, that’s fair.
Now 50, what shall I say?
Youth I have dearly embraced
Age I have so far this honour been granted
Age is a state of heart and mind I dare say
Youth is what I conceive in my heart my way
Both are joy and rage
Youth and age I you adore
Through you I appreciated both of you more and more
God, for this and all the blessings I infinitely do thank you
I blow out my candles today
What shall I say?
Happy 50 year-old Day!
September , 2016
Others have fallen,
publicly shame slain by the Me Too sword
Men of high society pedigree,
reduced to outcast leprosy members only
And the rave wave rage of women’s anger rises
against heifer treatment by male baboons,
perpetrated on them since the beginning of time
Now is a dangerous time for
testosterone predation
But, low priests of the phallic order
bless the foul practitioners of
lewd, misogynist behavior disorder
They serpent sway in hypnotic bliss
to the charmer’s sound ...
erogenous vibrations
sensually stimulate their injustice scales
They follow the Pied Piper blindly,
lemmings going over the cliff
But the cult idol is unmoved by their dying worship
The high priest of chaos theology
remains untouchable
His hands violate feminine flesh
with no repercussions
His hurtful words are
loathsome macho rat bait for feline debate —
that which he violates is that which he hates
Giving erect denials,
though taped confessions are heard,
he smiles with disdain ...
Untouchable is his favorite word
FBI ... fuggit ‘bout it
He wickedly wonders why everybody
is making a big deal out of it
Thinking of women as mere cattle,
who were made to sacrifice their bodies
for his ravenous carnal desires
A sperm wolf moving among the ova herd,
he howls with tweet glee ...
Untouchable is his favorite word
He boastfully mocks the fallen,
calling them men of weak pedigree
Mongrels of male impotency
Untouchable ... impervious to all
his mortal enemies
He believes his dog treatment of women,
gave him the canine path to a teflon presidency
(a love poem for my son)
Dreams spill out of sleep
sift across the hardwood floor
covers the window
in colors of May
slamming me back towards childhood
or perhaps just to the ashtray.
One forged with labor
in elementary school ceramics;
patient fingers size up,
roll the earthen clay,
pinch it to perfection,
this unusable object
is made with skill,
crafted uniquely for my father.
A tribute greater than mountain carved faces
monuments of life’s reward.
Baseball camps, tee-ball games,
selfless Sunday morning catch,
sitting in question
understanding Auguste Rodin,
your etched piece of history
proclaimed in this ashtray.
The long afternoons,
bedtime stories,
day dreams of musketeers
tree-forts and bandaged knees,
wisdom contained in a receding hair-line
without the restriction of bookends.
This is your medal
placed with vigilance
impatient in time
yes, a five pound ashtray.
Reflections of your accomplishments
schematics of fatherhood, fired
painted with magnificence
useless to anyone but you.
Standing at the door, a lone sentry
hands outstretched boastfully,
here is your prize
an ashtray!
The reception of kings, grins of rum soaked pirates,
you calmly seat me down with the tale of tradition,
rite of passage
generation to generation,
the tribulation of the ash tray
passed from father to son.
Thirty-something
as I lay in bed
the warm morning symphony
shines bright upon my medal
like a polished chrome hood ornament,
I too have taken my place
among the tradition of the ashtrays.
Glorious spring sunshine kiss my limbs as they sprout
With each opening bud, "I'm so alive" I want to shout
April showers cling to me as I drink each delicious drop
Hopefully chosen by blue jays to build their nest atop
Caterpillars and ants tickle me as they crawl to and fro
Nothing sweeter than watching everything around me grow
Come sit under me, take a break from the hot summer sun
Join me as I watch the baby birds leave their nest one by one
Let's marvel at the beautiful butterflies that flutter all around
The music of my friend the humming bird will surely astound
Smell the delightful fragrance of all the many flowers in bloom
Capture the magic nearby of a newly wedded bride and groom
I'm bursting with colors of yellow, orange, red, gold and brown
I proudly smile each time one of my leaves cascade down
Laughing children make my day as they roll in my splendor
You taking my picture makes this memory much more tender
Scurrying squirrels truly fascinate me, as my acorns they hide
Forgotten ones will one day be my saplings, I'll burst with pride
Snow flakes have delightedly dressed me in a suit of white
City folk string me with lights, I boastfully light up the night
Skaters whipping by me, their energy and actions are compelling
I feel so very blessed to have been rooted within this dwelling
Come and join in the festivities and beauty of each and every season
Become a memory on my branches, I can't think of a better reason
*Dedicated to the 50-80 year old trees in Gage Park, Brampton
11/5/19
"Beyond the Poetry"
Grew up on country roads that were dusty
And bumpy
When I was a dummy
My life was crummy
Experienced it first hand, didn't just study
Life's a trip and at times rather funny
But it also got rather ugly and bloody
Days weren't always sunny
Couldn't stay comfy, or rely on being lucky
I'm hungry
Mind on money
My eye on women, but they don't notice me
No matter what I do, still they're not noticing
Handled, what life dealt me
Cut off, what wasn't healthy
They kept trying to tell me
That I was supposedly living how I was suppose to be
Or so it seems
Lonesomely, woe is me
For too long, I was using copiously
Living uncontrollably
Just after the highest potency
Always knew, I didn't have a high status socially
I try to support products that are made locally
Paying my respect to where I'm from
I may not be as young
But I'm still one son of a gun
Like none
Last name is Ogletree
Looking beyond the poetry
On what's important, I'm focusing
There are things you do or don't see
Not just about me, I'm talking globally
My actions now are notably done nobly and heroically
If only more did too, instead of boastfully
You must be joking me if your knowingly
Harming this planet, then I'll take you out ferociously
Soon death approaches thee
Since there never could be diplomacy
I've got no time for hopefully
I'll get it done, stoically
In this world, I'm invested totally
The ELECTRIC swerve of her lover's
Words. Wooo! Her curves! How
Soothing. He loved and amused her.
Major Master Lover! Her emotions
Were bare. His were BLAZING! HE
FLARED! ooh! Sweet my sweet love.
This is BUBBLING within me! Baaby!
He held her closely had to have her
To know her inside mostly! He thought
"She chose ME! and BOASTFULLY!
As she Bloomed. "Oow do I belong
To you? He chuckled lightly, "Of
Course you do! Aah we are atrociously
Blunt! But you are also sweet. He
Beamed, and touched her with
Majestic caresses. She cried but in
Whispers. "Ooh tender sweet lover
BABY HURT ME PLEASE ME PLEASE!
aah! He said Now babe Don't scream
I fear you will wake the dead! Huuussh!
Your release is my merciful pleasure.
He wiped her moanful tearful cares
And TOOK HER BREATH that NIGHT
then lead her into DAY.
Morning sounds. Take a breath my
Flower. She inhaled the freshest
Early morning. Yesss my lover you
Are the most flavorful JAZZ TUNES
That will always consume. He ask
Did you have the experience you
Dreamed of at my ELATION STATION?
she remarked, "Ooh LOVER! Yessss!
And I LOVE TO LOVE your manner
Your METHOD? That STUCK ON
YOURSELF Rash! All over YOUR
GIANT EGO! ha! BUT WE FLOW.
I LOVE you my JAZZ MAN! you JAM!
Lover.
VBR Black Panther! Jet Blackest ANSWERERRR
Malik Mali Mali Mali!
I have
no tears in my eyes,
no sorrow in my sighting,
no faded mood in my face
I am not hungry
my body is not emaciated
I go to gym every day
I have no lack of clothing and foods
I enjoy the day and night wastefully
I enjoy the scorching summer and biting winter cold
I enjoy the autumn and spring copiously
I'm walking boastfully beside you
but this you have no food to just living,
no cloths in this biting cold,
no bed to sleep a while,
nothing has for you on this earth
this you have no way to enjoy the autumn and spring
this you, every you are going to die every day
without concerning of inhuman like me!
my ecstasy, my elegancy, my aristocracy,
my so called pious-religious sense
leads me to the upper staircase of skyscraper palace,
leads me to the well-protected religion temple fort
but in my (inhuman-conscienceless)eyes
you are the sinner of previous birth
or you are unlucky creation
or cursed of Creator on this earth!
oh! how wondrous this beastly me
I feel Shame
I feel Shame
DAMN on the inhuman me!
oh! my ravenous belly
eats, drinks shamelessly
and wastes beastly
Oh! how can I
still claim that
I'm human!
I'm civilized!
I'm religious!
where thousands of peoples
die on starvation,
die on hungry procession!
-February 05, 2020 Chattogram, BD