Long Ola Poems

omo-gori-ola- "often only hollas" but...
its my mic not ikenna's
aunty tee momohmutana-seems to like plenty tea more than bannnas
Gertrude? NO! she aint RUDE! dont. .. slam her
Olumide- he's only mild...wasnt dissing her.
the scribe-his drive, like with...

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~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission drains. Lifted poetic wing clipping. This 
party only makes sense...

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OLUPONNA: MY LAND AND TERRAIN.

Oh my mother land; wealthy in soil
To my grip held so highten; not soiled
So cultured and nurtured in legendary 
To a land whose worth is never lost in form

Will I soon...

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Listen  listen to my tale the glory
Listen to my love song I call stories
It's of a tale of life and love
Where as peace and heaven lies above


~

Tell tales of lore of love nobody knows
The...

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Delhi seems  closer than it was last time. 
After a tea with GST, 
on to a backstreet  of Varanasi, 

Untouched by authority; 
ignored more by memory 
than darkened by amnesia.  

A huge...

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Rainbow Winkin’
               by Odin Roark

Sitting atop worn tires,
We remove wax paper, 
Positioning our Wonder bread sandwiches,
Cheese, 
Bologna,
Mayo,
A canned pickle,
Each with a...

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Your smile is my ray of hope 
The light at the end of my tunnel 
The rainbow on my cloudy day 
Your smile my daughter 
It’s the overwhelming tightness of joy in my chest 
...

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En  mar sin olas,
          sin peces,
          sin mareas,
        ...

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Yesterday, 
Wole-ola wailed home from the farm, 
hot on the heel of his father's maimedness.
"The herders chopped his limbs while shooing off their herds from feeding off our field." 
He exclaimed with anguish splattered all...

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Golden Lady 

When I was little my mother used to tell me...
Life is not a novel
I chose life as a theater
When I was little my father always told me...
Take it easy
I ran headlong into life...

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REST IN PEACE BROTHER 

I can't even write ??
I can't  cry either 
Even the tears are scared
From talk to u a week ago
Now to Rest In Peace
You won't call me my pet me again
He...

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Foetal feet kicked fortresses releasing archaic tome's of reason. Would one really laugh at a painted toenail? Dusty Devine knowledge occurs in every era. But swept by caretakers whose bodies like caterpillars adjust machinery dutifully....

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Mushin Ajina
   Bojiojimi
   Eruobodo, ogongo baba eiye
   Ofigbogbo ara shogun bi olosha
   Gidigbalo dawa omowipe ebi npa omo enikankan
   Iluola ti ki nsekan labo afi...

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A perfect plain in the Sub Sahara

Discerning screens, Japanese Madara

Your frame formidable despite design

Why shan't I sing aloud about your shine?

Your songs of praises serenades females

A wrecking train that never derails

Conquered jealousies try to bite...

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From the distance shores of the Niger
I have come, O good friend 
With glittering 'Ola ocha and ola edo' from our ancient river
As precious presents to you my good friend


From the treasury fold of my...

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AFRICA'S SOOTHING BEARING

The manifest of my anger
Is like a spontaneous outburst
An insidious unravel of accumulated grief
Patience tempted
A marvel to my chagrin
An itinerant tenant to my body
A shadow of myself long nurtured
Now hatched 

But your love...

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Finally I've made it to paradise, surrounded by the sea
Tranquil blues in shadow, are what it's peripherals be

White buildings reflect the sun, an image I'll never forget
To watch our sun disappear, the most beautiful of...

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One little two little three little habits,
Four little five little six little rabbits,
Seven little eight little nine little hobbits,
but...
10th to the 10 said two little droplets...

nine little eight little seven little pea pods,
six little five...

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Ice, ice, baby
You pour me over maybe
A straw to pierce the depths
Inhale the deepest breaths

A fancy glass all fluted
In milky joy I'm rooted
A scoop of whizzed banana
Tastes of pure Americana

The decor is all flashy
Just white...

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Now comes the time when I no longer speak- nothing
But my blue blooded vessel makes the speech
I'm not faulty, its the write thing

Now comes the time when my programmed Homing Pigeon no more function
Hard it...

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To all of my friends on Poetry Soup,
you really are a dynamic poet troupe.
Though I’m not here every single day,
rest assured I’ll not stay away.

You’ve made me laugh and sometimes cry,
when your engaging works I...

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If I had wings I would fly away  

Fly away to Paraiso Bay          
           ...

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This melody of yesteryear sounded great.
We would hear it on a record at seventy-eight.
Anybody could play the song on a Victrola.
One listened to it on a juke box by Rock-Ola.
The subject of this song by...

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Caminaba sola por la orilla del mar, 
Ola tras ola veía como mi pensar navegaba. 
Tu sonrisa imprimida en mi mente, 
Tus palabras siendo repetidas.
De la nada de reojo tu reflejo mire. 
Con emoción volteo...

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When Rico said, Thirty days will go by
and I’ll be forgotten after I die
I knew what I had to do
I’ll make a book for you
At least the cover will catch your eye

I decided to do...

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