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Interpreting Poetry (mine)
Similar to scrutinizing
an abstract painting,
this author begetting
obscure words dumbfounding
readers, he eludes
(no shade tree fore rest)
clear cut discerning,
yet oft times his words
garner reviews raving
esoteric word choice,
how mind boggling
to this logophile despite
more than one reading
brow (sir) furrowed -
cognitive region scrunching,
no matter intent concentration
utter futility attempting
bedeviled comprehension, whether
literary master (me? ha...
not yet), among pantheon partying,
but nonetheless birthing
present day profoundly thought provoking,
undoubtedly tirelessly expending
mental energy eventually exhausting
effort in futility understanding,
asper mine stymied
linkedin attention getting
(then just as quickly losing)
registering resignation defeat alluding
to challenge physical prowess daunting
engagement well matched savvy sparring
partner, or possibly life
and death battling
against unwittingly aggressive brutal questing
archenemy, sans toward all living
species wretched nemesis ultimately deciding
mortality tacitly accepted proffering
transient longevity refusing
to compromise, haggle, negotiate,
et cetera casting
deadened demise of victor or villain
all thru civilization starring
as unopposable tour
de force quietly biding
end date, versus indiscriminately snatching
hero, heroine, coward,
et cetera requiring
impossible ransom while donning
mask of Melpomene
(Tragedy), or trumpeting
Thalia (Comedy), no exit stage door left
only joie de vivre
until last second ticking
unbeknownst unexpected, and uninviting
deathly hallows ringtone alarming
anonymous (oh Henry)
words worth struggling
to hash meaningfulness, viz
finite existence germinating
since birth, yet
terminal realization pressing
with greater frequency when aging,
and deafeningly ear splitting
amplitude bite the bullet clamoring
to tread welcome matt acquiescing
unavoidable phase of dying
devoid of any bargain, but requiring
unconditionally punishingly suffering
silent non binding
resolution, no exemption decrying
unfair contractual obligation, nor unionizing
worth a fig yore of
speech as cosmic arbiter
blithely doth shear - pruning,
without rhyme nor reason meeting
identical fate toward everyone
even posthumous destiny yours truly awaiting.
If I was to take a word, say focus,
Stand it on its head,
And ask with growing sense of dread,
Why my friend did you just now,
Fly upon this particular
Moment’s verbal locus?
Torture I might answer, like waterboarding,
Might explain a thing or two.
Indeed the stakes are dear,
And the coast far from clear-
For foggy shores clarity prevents,
The utter contingency of cluttered events.
Focus is the mine shaft of the mind,
Magnifying that which falls
Into categories of significance:
Signs of a trance, a mental dance,
By which thinking signifies
The magnificent follies
Of a man upside down
In a world of lies.
No subtlety there,
Poet banging hair chest bare,
The mental frequency hertz,
Screeching, scratching, snatching,
Lose bits of hurt out of the air.
The mathematics of falling
Made clear by Newton,
His numbers uncovering
What was
Always there:
A god already in free fall,
The Fall, the autumn of our birth,
The forsaken garden,
Two dummies hand in hand,
An undulating snake,
A world of entanglement,
All fleeing into a desert dream.
For what? To where? And why?
The three double jews of the trinity
Which Law forbade no One to ask,
Yet no body did
Put focus to task.
She reappears all the time.
The rabbit hole stood for what was to come,
The worms therein what was done.
The trip down was fun,
Getting out gave more than the sum.
The prism diffracted the invisible
Beams of light,
An assortment of possibilities followed,
The world explained, the mind contained,
A boundless infinite void of space,
Surrounding us,
Disgracing us,
For we had to face,
The borders of our place.
Trapped inside
We looked the other way,
Attic floors, token doors,
A distilled virtue, forgeries for another day.
The sky was not the limit, we were.
The atoms of the mind mere reflections
Of our best guessing games.
There though, lay our best hope.
After the bloodshed
She reappeared again.
But only after.
Choices like Templars into the night,
Distracted the courtesies of a harmonious cosmos,
God had blood and died,
Men embraced humiliation and cried,
Change, the abomination of free will,
Altered the fabric of time.
Focus put by for a rainy day.
Distraction, the play thing
Of an unruly monster lurking in the shadows of thought,
Vomiting a pile of disassociations.
' Angel does not appear from heaven but comes to rescue in guise of stranger or associate
lending a helping hand.'. ....Poet.
When my older daughter got established abroad,
younger one left for higher studies.
At that stage
worst critical situations arose blocking my journey of life,
My friend’s brother stood beside like an angel.
He protected me acting as a strong shield
behaving like my own brother lending a helping hand
Both daughters were far away from me.
He turned my own sibling snatching full affection.
Owning theater-group he was an amateur actor.
Local auditorium was booked for whole week show.
He valued my comments as a precious advisor and offered
me season ticket for all the scheduled shows.
On the last evening I reached the auditorium.
It was completely closed without any trace of light.
I was not informed of sudden change of the programme
Gate -Keeper declared’ At late night he passed away
on massive heart attack'.
It seemed to me I could collapse and almost to faint.
Just last evening, I watched his cheerful comedy.
His apartment was only ten minutes walking from my house.
About this terrible tragedy none informed me.
I rushed to meet his ninety years old mother.
He was the youngest and most lovable son.
Heart attack syndrome was detected last night.
Doctor failed, nothing worked.
Ten years old son and young wife were left behind.
My Angel appeared when I was extremely distressed.
Now he stays alive in my mind only to mourn :
No solace , so hard to accept, he is no more.
Colors of my life had been erased displaying
dull pale torn canvas.
Nine lives removed from royal dignity
Five days after
getting acquainted with darling cats
pampered like queens courtesy
thee eldest daughter
and her partner acquired as kittens
reminiscence occurred regarding
one particular four footed feline
my late mother doted over.
Lion eyes hide predatory wage
sharp retractable sharp claw
never did the late Sage
exhibit talon nor ferocious jaw
even when getting his nails clipped,
said gentle cat infrequently
sunk daggers into soft human skin,
but upon completion
of aforementioned onerous task,
he voicelessly, soundlessly, passively,
manly, joyfully did withdraw.
Aye attest tubby reincarnated
(as well mine eldest daughter's beau)
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that gives
a handy dandy clue,
and during my fuzzy past
hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”
segued and Atlas
shrugged off kitten hood
fur hum lee established
type cats as (tin pan) alley cat,
a rather litter boxed gritty debut
t'wood become (later in life) tabby
quick as greased lightning
snatching in the air,
when tender vittles flew,
technically got fired (acquiring
appropriate nicknames)
as fame (like a bushy cat tail) grew
viz perfect back up crooner
for “Cat Stevens”,
or lead singer for
the "Stray Cats" oddly
coupled, featured, and
incorporated with the guru
Horton Hears A Hoo,
yes him Elephant resembling
a humongous mandrake
from the, "Animals"
whose body heat could
easily melt an igloo,
whereby Inuits accepted charity from
Korean philanthropists named Joo
(founders of Palaces for Pachyderms)
these lumbering creatures possessed
an exemplary photographic memory
(rivaling that of the amazing
deceased idiot savant
Kim Peek), he knew
practically every detail
incorporating page number, punctuation
plus citing word for word
never truncating, omitting,
nor jumbling... any lines,
and could track missing link,
when felines shared common ancestor
but,...such petty files
would most likely boar
and go way off course, and hence
will shy away being extempore
favoring a deliberate fore
ray padding around basically ignore
ring any rhyme or reason
suddenly ending this persiflage,
and thence to thee bon jour,
cuz yours truly off
in a huff to bang a lore.
March 17 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 13-16
Key Verse– 1Samuel 13:14 But now thy kingdom shall not continue: the LORD hath sought him a man after his own heart, and the LORD hath commanded him to be captain over his people, because thou hast not kept that which the LORD commanded thee.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY COMMANDING CAPTAIN
Lord God, You are my commanding Captain,
covering me with Your safety
Thank You for saving me from sin’s penalty in hell’s cruelty---
I pitch my life in Your will where I’m nurtured by Your grace-bounty
Keep me assured from attacking doubt and uncertainty.
Lord God, You are my commanding Captain,
considering me in my supplication
Thank You for seeking me to grant my sanctification---
I stay in Your camp where I rejoice in Your redemption’s satisfaction
Keep me protected against pride’s destruction.
Lord God, You are my commanding Captain,
calling me to Your deliverance
Thank You for snatching me from enemy’s hole-entrance---
I climb up toward ministry-opportunities with perseverance
Keep me strengthened to practice longsuffering endurance.
Lord God, You are my commanding Captain,
correcting me by Your enlightenment
Thank You for stretching me from weariness-entanglement---
I repent from transgressing, not complying to Your holy requirement
Keep me rescued from being vexed by worldly predicament.
Lord God, You are my commanding Captain,
cleansing me of my filthiness
Thank You for sacrificing Yourself for my heavenly blissfulness---
I overcome lusts of the flesh by Your empowering mightiness
Keep me repentant to be freed from haunting guiltiness.
Lord God, You are my commanding Captain,
cheering me up in my worship
Thank You for setting me to submit before Your kingship---
I enjoy serving You with faithful stewardship
Keep me delighted in Your presence around Your offered fellowship.
Lord God, You are my commanding Captain,
charging me in the majesty of Your name
Thank You for showing me Your peace I can victoriously claim---
I yield to Your Spirit’s guidance along Your presence-flame
Keep me awakened from deceits of evil game.
March 17, 2023
FOR DR. ABUBAKAR OLUSOLA SARAKI
Ilorin is bereaved again: another calamity has struck!
Ilorin has lost another pride of the community.
Saraki this time! Why has Mr. Death focused on us?
He has already extorted enough from us already
but his discontentment has prodded him
into snatching Saraki again. Ah! Extortionate!
Our unique exponent of politics has deserted us,
leaving us bereft of confidence.
After the consecutive demise of Oniwasi Agbaye and Sulton Kamal,
I thought my pen would go to bed and rest
until the dawn of 2013, but it was not to be.
Abubakar Saraki’s departure is enough to cause me
to bestir myself again, especially when I visualize
how he lived and bested his opponents,
leading a life that was devoid of failure and defeat.
God has a way of perfecting some like that.
After the death of Baba-l’Agege,
I believed Arabic literature and outright bravery
had followed their commander, and that was the end of it.
But a good many brave writers surfaced afterwards,
though their skills not matching his.
After the passage of Alhaji Agba,
I thought we would never get over the expensive losses:
his matchless knowledge, adorable tolerance, effective prayers…
But many an embryonic scholar emerged,
though not the exact like of Baba.
God’s omnipotence is not subject to limitations.
I send condolence to Dr. Bukola Saraki, Sen. Gbemi Saraki,
and my brother, Laolu Saraki, including their followers and fans.
The peoples of Nigeria I sympathize with you.
And Ilorin community should not be dejected.
Saraki was a man of conspicuous looks,
a man of benign character, his benevolence
extending beyond his arms-length.
To him kindness means kindness, even to one’s enemies.
He was a man that commanded respect home and abroad.
Yet all this appealed not to desperate Mr. Death.
O’ God, Saraki’s presence was encouraging,
characterized by successful children, love and care.
Strengthen us so that his absence shall not create
a foreboding of more tragedies, but be an exit
that betokens more fortune for the bereaved.
"Fate in the hands of God always
beholds a greater future I'm finding. As-
its opportunity reflects this... His-
devotion for all of us I believe
honestly telling of this... .
Here-in the reflection-
of the tender waters
of-this humble-
stream.
And as I cast-
away my hopes to-
Him, my faith sighs,
and my joy runs freely-
behind me there-
over yonder to-
greet me-
skipping-
across the-
meadow.
Because I-
know that-
perfect like-
an apple falling from a
tree upon all of us, His goodness can be-
found cascading down rustling up the leaves-
slip drop too and fro slip drop bop bop thunk thunk-
crying look out below thunk, ouch. Barreling down faster
and faster through the air running along with it past the-
proposal of each on every branch. Dancing through-time
laughing hysterically.
And as a small breeze blows my heart beats-eagerly, and
with all that we've been through together, my soul lies down-
chuckling, confidingly, knowing now that He's in complete-
control.
Grace weeps willingly for me knowing it has always been-
with me, this perfect way with Him ever greater in the-
respect. Concentrated and open my patient prayer having-
been my only reprieve securing my repose.
While with a rustle rustle slip drop bop slip drop bop, thunk-
thunk. Leaning back up under it letting go of my fishing pole-
with closed eyes I reach out catch an apple and then another.
Snatching two up out of the air in the palm of my hands while
sitting up, I laugh a ha... ! Finally I got you! Open my eyes
drop one, swipe my pole back up again bob my head as to
say you go boy. Chomp down on the other and rather
cockily and over confidently laugh louder, then
louder. Swallow hard, real hard, slowly, suddenly.
As another falls quietly slip drop thunk smack
then I'm caught again, "shouting ouch". As
it lands and whacks me hard right on the
top of my head! God snickering loudly,
as I know He must surely be as I know I
most certainly am.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llRcVHPBLRs
"Fate in the hands of God always
beholds a greater future I'm finding.
As its opportunity reflects this...
His devotion for all of us I believe
honestly telling of this... ."
"Here-in the reflection-
of the tender waters
of this humble-
stream... " -
"And as I cast-
away my hopes to-
Him, my faith sighs,
and my joy runs freely-
behind me there-
over yonder to-
greet me-
skipping-
across the-
meadow" -
"Because I-
know that-
perfect like-
an apple falling from a
tree upon all of us, his goodness can be-
found cascading down rustling up the leaves-
slip drop too and fro slip drop bop bop thunk thunk-
crying look out below thunk, ouch. Barreling down faster
and faster through the air running along with it past the-
proposal of each on every branch. Waltzing along through-
time laughing hysterically";
"And as a small breeze blows my heart beats eagerly, and
with all that we've been through together, my soul lies down-
chuckling, confidingly, knowing now that He's in complete-
control."
"Grace weeps willingly for me knowing it has always been-
with me, this perfect way with Him ever greater in the-
respect. Concentrated and open my patient prayer having-
been my only reprieve securing my repose."
"While with a rustle rustle slip drop bop slip drop bop, thunk-
thunk. Leaning back up under it letting go of my fishing pole-
with closed eyes I reach out catch an apple and then another.
Snatching two up out of the air in the palm of my hands while
sitting up, I laugh aha ... ! Finally I got you! Open my eyes
drop one, swipe my pole back up again bob my head as to
say you go girl. Chomp down on the other and rather
cockily and over confidently laugh louder, then
louder. Swallow hard, real hard, slowly, suddenly.
As another falls quietly slip drop thunk smack
then I'm caught again, "shouting ouch". As
it lands and whacks me hard right on the
top of my head! God snickering loudly,
as I know He must surely be as I know I
most certainly am."
A friend of mine,
Told me Christ is one of these three things:
A joke in a popular culture,
A name used to oppress Africans.
A banner raised by religionists to prevent homosexuals from getting married.
She mentioned the church is where people.
Give advice they themselves can't keep,
The shepherd is more lost than the sheep,
He preaches what himself can't keep.
Never will she want to be part of the sheep.
The sheep are lost, pretending to be found,
Their voice is that of a wolf.
Sharp nails that protrude from their hooves,
These sheep feed on meat and blood!
Wiping their lips every morning before church service.
She mentioned God is a subject that can be perfectly understood outside the Bible.
Other religions are just different road maps to Him.
She no longer wants to be identified with Christian 'Clicks'.
She wants to be free,
Her wings have been choked daily,
she can no longer grow in the faith she was brought up in.
She now talks of Karma,
The universe energy that is focused on her.
The positive and good vibes directed to her,
the emptying of mind from her Yoga tutor,
She no longer sails with God in her tide.
Depending on fate and chance,
Sin has clogged her mind, becoming callous in her conscience.
Doing what she loves, what her mind wants.
She is no longer in the faith,
neither was she in the first place.
Death hatched doubts,
Stretch of doubt led her blindly out.
But you must remember, beloved,
predictions of the apostles.
There will be scoffers in the last days,
Following their ungodly passions,
It is these who cause divisions,
Worldly and devoid of the Spirit.
Beloved, building yourselves up in your most holy faith,
praying in the Holy Spirit,
keep yourselves in the love of God,
In wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ that leads to eternal life.
Having mercy on those who doubt.
save others by snatching them out of the fire, showing mercy to others with fear,
hating even the garment stained by their flesh.
March 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 19-21
Key Verse –Judges 21:2 And the people came to the house of God, and abode there till even before God, and lifted up their voices, and wept sore.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WEEPING’S COMFORTER
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward soul-rejoicing
Thank You for bringing me to Your merriment’s praising
As I lodge in Your care, and through Your love, arising
To draw nigh to You always and grow in Your blessing.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward sin-departing
Thank You for enabling me to focus on holiness’ setting
As I turn from worldliness, unbelief and constant doubting
To sojourn in Your worship’s blissful uplifting.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward provision-receiving
Thank You for granting me satisfaction in my sincere serving
As I seek Your peace midst obedience of faith-thriving
To hearken to You with humility with heart that’s verily loving.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward inheritance-keeping
Thank You for counselling me against temptation-trapping
As I battle along ministry-involvement stopping
To overcome attacks of ceasing in soulwinning and reaping.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward grace-arraying
Thank You for reviving me against arrogance-slaying
As I rely on You with earnestness shown in fervent praying
To ascend to stewardship fruitfulness without slothful delaying.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward righteous path-walking
Thank You for letting me be occupied with heavenly undertaking
As I follow Your commandments against covenant-breaking
To delight in You, blessed against provision-lacking.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward salvation-enriching
Thank You for pulling me from carnality-snatching
As I seek Your favour while learning from every preaching
To live in Your compassion as I do right by Your teaching.
March 12, 2023