Igba Irunmole,
These armies in bright blinding splendour,
Arrayed in unfathomable beauties,
Winged being from beyond the galaxies’
Tracking the blues skies unnoticed,
They walk this earth, unseen by mortal eyes,
Igba Irumole,
Sparkling in beauty, I marked their glowing gaze,
In radiance beyond sunlight,
Watching the sons of men day and night,
Though as servants attending,
Yet as warriors in readiness,
They weary themselves unseen by mortals,
Igba Irunmole
They cover the winds in clouds,
Sprinting through sunlight unhurt,
They mingle in lights with glorious enthusiasm,
Constrained by frequent grandeur
Parading this widening landscape
Igba Irunmole
Is this His beauty? a delightful sunbeam,
Buries my gaze in a blindfold of horror
Well nigh to the end of life,
This frame so frail mingled with pains
A strength not mine imbued within,
There I saw my fickle frame.
footnote . Igba Irunmole translated into English Are myriads of Angels
Igba is number count in Yoruba Language,
Irumole, Iru awon oni Imole, the bearers of Light
Purim Serum
Reverse the decree, costume quorum,
Dour outlooks, ingrates can wait,
To “V’Al HaNissim” respond “Amen!”
‘Til Shichur or REM inebriate,
Confusing “Baruch Mordechai & Arur Haman”,
Choose an opponent as a receiver of being considerate,
Send Mishloach Manos, listen quietly to Ahem!
Uplift with LeChaim! Drink Schnaps to hydrate,
To a Purim Seudah gather friends,
Imbibe wine! Purim Torah relate,
Hamantaschen savor as Oneg’s the end,
Be generous to a fault, an Oni sate,
Is Purim Serum bourbon?
Or Simcha shared? Requires Iyon, Ruminate!
This poem may be wordy surplus, excess, abundant,
Which means “A lot!” Not at all “Definate”
Ghostly figure in white
Wearing the oni mask
Softly plays the heavenly jade xiao
gleaming in the moonlight
Underneath the peach blossom trees
A sweet fragrance in the air
Near the pagoda waits
Like a Ghost in the night
Playing the song of the sea and waves
On haunted isle
While peach blossoms swirl around
Eastern evil waits patiently
Awaiting the day his daughter comes home
note: based on Huang Yaoshi from the 2017 chinese drama legend of the condor heroes.
My heart roared like an hungry lion
In haste for prey to feed my roaring heart
But tedious to capture
The Lion and the Jewel departed for nine years
Without saying goodbye
I wandered around like a single pendulum
Wandering helplessly like an untimely killed ghost
Dying every minutes of unconsciousness
Missing my irreplaceable jewel
Thus, living an incomplete being
Ajike Mi owon,
Nature brought you back to me unexpectedly
Eleyinju ege
Adu mara dan
Igi leyin ogbami
Ajike, the spellbinding of all women
Loved by nature
Prettier than diamond
Valuable than gold
Cherished than sliver
Worthful than bronze
Ajike oni wura
Iru re sowon lawujo eniyan
Amon lewa omidan
Nigba ojo, nigba erun,
Mi o ni fi o sile
Arewa Obinrin ti wu gbogbo okunrin fi'saya
Arewa to ju arewa lo
Oniwa tutu bi Adaba
With trust, comes peace of mind
Nature and i will love you till eternity.
Ajike mi owon.
Times of messianic past
Human dominant sentiment will not last
Try but you will not stand
Evolved species arise
With vectors the weak's eyes and throat will bleed
This is a start of a new breed
Bow down to the Diclonius queen
You will be put to rest
Mutation virus spreads, expectations are met
Pray with your cult-like beliefs, the world is shaken
The oni will surpass as they lose control
Destructive instincts take over
Limbs burst in the air
Cities consumed in fire
Baptized in blood
You’re going nowhere
A change is here, you’re born to die, I saw this coming
Consumed by hate, consumed by fear, the tables are turning
This is evolution
Your words are laced in hell, chaos blasphemy,
Damned contempt, paved the streets with severed heads
Things have gotten out of hand, apocalyptic serenity
This is the begging of a rebirth
AMOKE MI
Amoke omo Iya Eleko,
When Maami re return at dusk,
From the rustic hustle of life
Tell her, tell her, I say tell her,
Tell her you have stolen it,
That golden Agbada your father,
Inherited from his father's lineage
And gave it to Prince Adeniyi your love.
Ayaba the King's pride,
I am the royal labalaba
Destined to lay on your virgin Ododo
It's the food for the king.
Amoke mi owon,
Don't forget to meet me under the great
Iroko oluwere's tree
Don't forget to come with the lighted Atupa,
There where we shall cuddle endlessly,
There where we shall kiss passionately,
There where we shall romance soul and mind.
When I am made the king,
And ascend the throne of my fore fathers
You shall be there by my right,
Bearing my royal name
Olori Oba Adedamola Adeniyi
Let the blood of royalty speaks in you.
Ololufe mi, eni bi okan mi,
Anywhere Igbin goes,
It's always with it's Ikaraun
Mo se ileri pe N oni ja o kule
Iwo ni o je Iya fun awon omo mi
N o si nife re titi lai lai.
©Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2017.
Sunday Reflection
Suspended in the bedroom, and utter dimness
my wristwatch is a night sky that has got twelve
glowing stars, the hands are the milky-way showing
twenty five minutes to six.
it is Sunday time is slower to day normally,
had it been a Monday it would have been half
past eight.
I hear the old man in the flat above mine getting up
he often do that in the night, must be the ine, oni ce
he got up five times in one night, so why should
I bother about his incontinence.
I met him in the lift once he is thin and has the disturbed
look of one whose only companion is death´s shadow,
and he ignored my cheerful…Good Morning!
Mind, it was a gloomy morning nothing to be jubilant about,
the awkward silence in a lift bothers me and I must restrain
myself not telling a joke or singing loudly as it is my only chance
to have a captive audience.
I stand by the window it is still dark, but the petrol station
By the corner, is lit up, or perhaps it is a spaceship that
has landed to take the old man home.
VIEWING VALLEYS IN VANE
If you’re seeking or searching for me
Simply view every vehement valley
I traveled from the prairie to get right here
Only to find this is a valley of fear
It ain’t the venomous snakes that frighten me
Ain’t the heat nor a searing sun I see
It’s more than that, and a whole lot more
When rocks are your pillow and stones are your floor
I was feeling so bad I had to move on one day
Any physician would have told me to get away
So I packed just enough from the pantry to stay alive
But right now I ain’t sure if I care to survive
So if you’re looking in frustration for me
Just look at any map and every vile valley
Because I don’t care for the world even a little bit
So I’m staying right here away from all the shuffling and ****
© 2011...Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
Thir montins that stooid beffoir me
Ma lassie milk soumes breasts
Ah leid upoun heir ballye ye sei
Fir the displey uv heir peaks are the best
Ma lassie ballye moves up and doon
As the watters on the occeane
Bwte thir fyrmeness if ma lassie’s mounds
And ma lassie’s nosthrils blaw betwixt them a coul wynd
Ah knou theer ayre seevan wondirs
Thir warld is prude tae shaw
Bwte thir onis thit ah laye undyr
Na oni ells wull evir knou
Original poem:
The mountains that stood before me
Her creamy white breasts
I lay upon a belly you see
For the view of her summits are the best
Her belly moves up and down
As the waters on the seas
But the stillness of her mounds
And her nostrils blow between them a cool breeze
I know there are seven wonders
The world it proud to show
But the ones that I lay under
No one else will ever know
(Sista's Bloody Sista's/ England, Scotland, Wales & Ireland. Deborah Guzzi contest)
Here we go again
Off on the Road
Off on the Wind
Off we Travel
Off we Go
To the end of the Lane
To the end of the Earth
We travel on
We travel oni