Long Wale Poems
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Death’s Bouquet
by Odin Roark
Graves give much,
Willing wafted memories ride
The raven’s wind.
Into other air
Where spirits claim dorsal view
Floating beside trumpets jazzed,
While barefoot chil’en
Walkin’ the early talk
Stomp blues drifting skyward
Clinging to cawing beaks
Echoing wisdom’s chorus .
Voices wale discordant grief
Beside caisson rolling through new dust
Atop cobbled history waiting
A preacher’s new launchpad.
Bellowing spirit made to wait
As chilling cloud churns music’s air
Into jasmine colored layering
For a child’s sketchpad of crayon
Skipping across hopscotch chalk
All
Hitchin’ up-drafts
Atop silky black feathers
Passing over death’s bouquet
The fragrant moment moving on
Adrift in rite, Forethrift of every
wind-sworn thing.
By Night and Gale Banshee wale,
styled in Sylphstream.
A symbol vibrates the sound of the wind over
the water as I sail across a sea of dream.
Like a wing that dips into mercury,
tooned in 4D.
A mechanical organic resonance hums
a disrobe, in the key of seduction's promised seed.
Hidden depths of self, trigger emotion and thoughts of infinity.
A crystal echo mirrors my sanity,
probing mind for a seam.
Scales highs, low,
of life with scalar harmonic menagerie.
Celestial steps of tran-quils,
shooting will O Wisp needling cat paw purr
and kneed of thoughts and love-ry,
obsessioning, devotion wrought to weave.
The motion of a veil, lifting upon the breath
of misty lung, abreast of passionate swell
and it's chum chum, ding ding ding
at feasting bell.
With every gust of wind, it whispers
well of it's designs, sharing it's secrets of the universe-,spring, filling, you as the cosign.
A sail, umbrella dances windswept
jowl of hood to the rhythm of multi verse,
a serpentine lull.
In Fourth Dimensional inlet reach.
The waves rise and fall.
Like a coastered street beneath
the underneath, beneath it all.
A cable leads you umbilically drawn
to a place of discovery.
Opening before you, immodestly ajar.
To you, the one, who dares to drone
a peak at it's forbidden verizon.
The sailgoat that dances to the rhythm
of the cosmos.
A stranger in a strange land, that errgoes.
The waves rise and fall,
a mirroring ebb and flow,
of the highs and lows of life, let go.
do or die migration
Every one see that sea
From North Africa
Close to Europe
Every one see that sea
Close to Australia
Ever one see the little boat
Jam parked like a can of sadden
Full of people called immigrant
Where are they from ????????
Do or die migration
Let see if we know this people
Just like a reality tale
In some places
Are set of people living like
They got no help nor care
Like a hell on earth
This people have a government
This people have leaders
Hello does this ring a bell
Yet the fire of poverty keep
Burning
So frustration drive them to
The little boat jam park of sadden
Where and what is this place
Called ????????
Do or die migration
Let see if we know this place
This place this immigrant comes from
In some parts of this world
An empire show the power from
Above
In trying to create their identity
They devalue human
Devour innocent souls
The survivor now try's to migrate
Rushing to the little boat
Jam park like a sadden
What part of the world are they
From ????????
Do or die migration
I know every big shark
Will love to live in this
Part if the sea
Where day by day
Night by night
Souls drawn while
On a journey of survival
On a run to safety
What can make a human
Take this risk
Leaves me with a ???????
Question mark
Note
With a humble heart I dedicate this
Poem to the souls lost on the sea while trying to migrate to the land of safety mostly to my lost friend from Nigeria wale tunde!
From us to you on behalf of others, I submit to your hearts this token of love courtesy of the first edition of The Sages' reunion (get together)
ADEOLU
!
Win the day
Have your way
Win with heart
Poke nice art
Win to grow
Not to show
Win by grace
Claim the ace
WALE
!
Win them each
Not who bleach
Win with soul
Truth makes whole
Win for love
Shine thereof
Win the will
To shine still
SHERIFF
!
Win by chance
Luck enhance
Win through time
Not through crime
Win your take
Not by stake
Win your spec
Lest you wreck
KAYODE
!
Win not look
Lust don't hook
Win real deals
Marriage heals
Win boldly
Not coldly
Win season
By reason
TOBI
!
Win your home
Not for Rome
Win much ado
Before due
Win with pride
Which complied
Win it loud
Be so proud
WEMIMO
!
Win to pair
What is fair
Win to share
Love so rare
Win to tame
Deceit's game
Win to pin
Your real skin
LATEEF
!
Win like salt
With no fault
Win with God
Ease life's odd
Win with voice
Not by noise
Win focus
Be conscious
IDRIS
!
Win blessing
Not stressing
Win freedoms
Not problems
Win relief
Avoid grief
Win up one
Not much fun
ADEYANJU
!
Win wise duo
What love owe
Win to see
Beyond sea
Win on high
Don't say bye
Win good men
Avoid den
Shalom!
This is my submit of everyone, I hereby submit my pen cum next meeting!
© Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
® 2023
Poetry comes from the heart, the dreams, the spirit, and wishes, Too oft' I hear of pain and woe and what life often dishes. So come with me and learn and see that poetry is more than this, It's more than rhymes and more than times and more than just a kiss.
I hear the thunder rolling as I feel the breeze a blowing, So my mind begins a showing a dream that I been going, Going far from where I am and going far from where I'll be. My heart it flutters and then it mutters as I drift out to sea.
See the birds glide through the air as if they were at home. See the fish float in the water and look right up at me. Toss a hand full of the future high into the sky, Pitch a thought of where I was and then see where I'll be…
The flowers grow both wild and tame not seeking any nurture, And yet, we pause and sniff and think and end their lives, no thought… The ants they move both to and fro just doing what they do, We watch and gaze so questionably and poison what they've sought…
We cry and wale at the loss, that we see so wrongly dealt, Curse the sky, and wonder why, and swear unto revenge. Never we think about the way the sun rises, or how the moon it glows, The cat's meow, the cow it's moo, the frog it hops, or how a fire will singe.
A shadow never walks away, from all and does endure,
I'm a shadow, and I see all the things you don't. I feel the texture of the ground, each of its nooks and crannies, I follow the contour of the earth and enjoy the things you won't…
I touch the sky and feel the water; I am all that I write, I am the sound that you don't hear; I am the sights that you don't see, I am the feeling you can't express; I am the dream you can't caress,
I am the love that once passed by; I am the loss that made you cry, I am the fantasy not touched; I am the one, who listens much,
I am the star that looks at you; I see all you wish to do, I am the moon that shines at night; I am the thought that takes a flight, but more than these and all I write I am a poet late in the night…
Form:
A sadness has come over me,
A darkness has set in;
The search for lone identity,
My patience wearing thin.
With yesteryear behind me,
an new ones yet to come;
I feel I'm blind and cannot see,
no direction to or from.
My quest is here, my time expired,
I set my life a sail;
I'm cold, I'm lonely, and I'm tired,
with this I start to wale.
So with my thoughts I dry my eyes,
and follow twisted winds;
With hope and fervor as my guides,
my journey now begins.
A day gone by and nothing yet,
to tame that which I fear;
My sadness I cannot forget,
its' voice is all I hear.
The darkness still upon me,
My course I cannot find;
And so I drift amid the sea,
In weakened state of mind.