Short Yusuf Poems

with apologies to Yusuf Islam

Now I've been crazy lately
Thinking about the bad things we've done
And I believe it could be
The devil's work has begun.

Oh, crazy train sounding louder
Glide on the crazy train
Crazy train is getting nearer
Take me to the nuthouse again....

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OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF - NativePen   001
TIME OF THOUGHT- Lost
DATE OF THOUGHT-Lost
Naira


Most sought after Naira is now in her gone glory
The beggar despise her even on the street of her Country
Oh! who is gonna rescue her?
Like a rag, her ten borns surfers
The foreign currencies are now loved more than before
Anyone to rescue Naira out there....

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Nature looks weary abut the boom gate
Like a faithful prostitute dun for her pay
With hand on cheek, the other wave way

By ageless sky con beloving gaze
And Sam to Delilah, a giant betrayed
 In boneless bliss, made Achilles to heel

What fate the peep to me had brought? 
When time..., yet permits me to decide  
To crisscross between heaven and earth. 
©Yusuf, A.O.?...

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NEUTRAL COLOURS

Special species in speeches,

Thronging the long lawn.

Chameleon:echelon of neutrality.

Pavillion:bullion of activities.

Springtime:symbol of productivities.

Humans abound around,

The globe for abode.

Different but not,

Inference for lot.

Global creed of love,

Total rid of war.

Loot the line-cross,

Pool the fire-molt.

 

ADEOLA YUSUF AMUNI...

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Yusuf


Gimme a Moslem name
Gimme the Mercy of Islam
Let empathy be the flame
That fires who I am!

Humble Youth of chaste
Unblemished in his path
Who loathes wanton taste
Who fears God’s wrath;

A Dreamer I might be
By whom Divinities speak
Spiritually blind to see
And to uplift the weak.

Make me Son of the meek
Who basks in no blame
Who tirelessly seek
Nothing, but Yusuf’s name.


JM

18th Nov’ 2013...

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TO MY BLOOD
The very lone lodge visited I 
Since between us an inevitable nap
In endless rows the route to sky

Seated my blood long ahead now
Thus butterfly beyond my cecity
And there was I deadly alive 
Windmill by wind their glossolalia
In reverberant, whispered to my ears 

Till my file be close our sight 
When it drip no more of hourglass
And the orb to ants but a mat 
By seven hundred years of our stand.
© Yusuf, A.O....

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SEASON
TIME OF THOUGHT:08:20PM
DATE OF THhOUGHT:08/03/2010
OGUNLBI OLAJIDE YUSUF -Nativepen

I will not be moved
If the rain refuses to fall
I will not be moved
Even, if the sun refuses to shine

If the moon remains dark and red
I will not be moved
If the breez turns to a statue
I say I will not be moved

I will not  be moved
All because, they are for the main time
I say I will not be moved
Just because I know it is a matter of time...

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