POSTSCRIPT TO A PASSION
I was hoping you would prove me wrong -
Under the ship’s sides the barnacles still cling -
I would have thought you’d never sell our song
But true to typecast, summer mothering -
You, too, proved to be full of guile
To love meant having, which ever was the worst -
In the quiet of my trust, so deep, so fragile
I live down the purple passage of remorse.
I’d sing you happy but you were buffoon
To my trammelled wanderings a parody
Set stiff in coupled rhymes to swoon
With the ecstatic rhetoric of equality -
So passion plundered, what’s left is my disgrace
My jewelled head tortured in your embrace.
FROM IN MEMORY OF HER, 2004, 2008
Hurray! Presage of all round triumph
And victorious celebration unto the city
Of a united vanquisher and cooperate partisans.
For they won by strength , strength of all,
Neglecting the identification of various semblance and cannibalizing the spirited camaraderie.
By their united strength , forever they shall won.
Lend me your ears : olu – chukwu- allah generation
Which nations want progress and stability.
Hoping for an economic buoyancy .
A lone exit: of a trammelled growth , a shadow view.
A glorious hope triggered by peace – only in Christ Jesus
The burning flame of secular hope : a flashing star in the night that shields the vantage.
What can you see from the beauty of nature “ Jerusalem artichoke” is without beauty in the absence of its root
Flavour of salts is in the soup. So the glorious hope of a nation lies in the in the faith of the godly
Neither in the military nor economic strength
To the pace given to our fore fathers in the dream.
When I was merely coal beneath the crust of evening,
Reflecting only twilight and bruising cerebration,
I mused a lonely paradigm, a dream of warm persuasion
For something to envelop in my lonely contemplation.
And then in random prospect the pan dipped in the current,
Trammelled something passing, nomadic in migration,
In laminates of dirt inhered the single glister,
A diamond in the dark in splendid isolation.
Then I, no longer coal, morphed and sympathetic,
Became the mirror image of beauty in creation,
Had sought and thus revealed a destiny in nature,
No longer lone and black...but vivid in salvation.
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