It took the planted seed forever to germinate
Its beautiful blossom withered, welcoming a friendly rain
I have seen the sun fall before the dawn rises
Yet watered every sweat to the rooted root like a basket fully holding it
The Can is yours to take home; let go of the watering and allow nature to grow
It was a miraculous mirage, hoping it would turn a new green leaf
I sat with my imprisoned inner eye beneath another long armed tree
Ready to be plucked without ado or stress
Where I had no handful sown yet reaped from ripened fruitful fruits
Awakening your oblivion to the begotten truthful tale
Wherever on fertile land, a seed drop shall rise again
Adam wasn't fearlessly fearful of Eve but of the favourite forbidden fruits
(C) Yusuf, A.O
PRESENCE IN ABSENCE
It been long, longer to say you've stayed
Bother not to knock at the neighbour's room for keys
That might have disturbed their sleeping pills
I lost all down the depth of bermuda without conflict
Out of pictures came the memory lane to me piece by piece
Without vice versa exchange with the moon while still asleep
If resurrection for death awaits to revisit
Welcoming without pass, passes through our gate
And when you set to sail home again without leave
See me as a whore in tempest, to rape the wind to ecstacy
Toast with the toasted bread that never ends eating alone
Let the moment go extra mile in mind with you, our walks only a mile can take for you
©Yusuf, A.O.
Naira
Naira
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF - NativePen
TIME OF THOUGHT- 12:45am
DATE OF THOUGHT-8/05)2019
Naira
Oh Naira !!
Gone are the days of your radiant gleam
Now a tattered fabric, torn at the seam.
Most sought after Naira is now in her gone glory
Oh, Naira, once mighty and bold, In your story, a somber tale is told.
Beggars on streets, disdain in their eyes,
A currency weakened, to everyone's surprise.
Oh! who is gonna rescue her?
Like a rag, her eight borns surfers in your weakened grip
The foreign currencies are now loved more than before
Anyone to rescue Naira out there?
A plea echoes, as your value takes a dip.
The way forward is toning down our excessive love for foreign currencies
Dear Friend
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF- NativePen
TOPIC:DEAR FRIEND
TIME OF THOUGHT-02:18PM
DATE OF THOUGHT:29:11:2011
Your worth is more than a precious stone
So cute, dependable, clever and unavoidable
Having you around me makes my being meaningful
You are such a friend indeed
As grasses to the open field
As fishes to the oceans
And butterflies to the flowers
So is your presence in my life
You in my life
Brings flavor of millions fragnance
That charms my fears
And radite my countenance
At all seasons of life
If I were to choose you and attires of many colours
I would rather go for you
You worth more than riches and gold
Irrespective of my mood
You are my darling friend
Right in my hands
I will hold and held unto you
With all loyalty and sincerity
I will draw you close to my heart always
Be rest assured my shoulder would not grow thorns when you are in distress.
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.?
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.
Snow
I am feeling so low
When it is yet tomorrow
People in my row have go
Here I am yet to blow
I have learnt to go slow
That sometimes soon I will blow
And the world Will acknowledge my flow
Like a colorful bird flying I will go
My stories will be told
And of course people will know
Of how much an attempt I made in snow
Before finally I became the snow
Prepared people welcome the snow
In love they would share the moment so low
Weather for two
Is the rule they follow
Which mean life not for one is known
And I can be for everybody as known
Because I am a company to the lone
??
Tittle : Snow
Yusuf Najat Abolade
(Black Diamond)
Snow
I am feeling so low
When it is yet tomorrow
People in my row have go
Here I am yet to blow
I have learnt to go slow
That sometimes soon I will blow
And the world Will acknowledge my flow
Like a colorful bird flying I will go
My stories will be told
And of course people will know
Of how much an attempt I made in snow
Before finally I became the snow
Prepared people welcome the snow
In love they would share the moment so low
Weather for two
Is the rule they follow
Which mean life not for one is known
And I can be for everybody as known
Because I am a company to the lone
??
Tittle : Snow
Yusuf Najat Abolade
(Black Diamond)
Dance the doom off
You cannot be sad
Sadness, I Believe Its not meant for you
You shouldn't feel so bad
You can be bald or hard
But doesn't make you bad
A dancer
Feels not the pain in motion
Parachuting the yellow
And in turn hello to the world
You are a dancer
Your dancing techniques
Can make the president preside not
And live his term watching those steps
So you can really dance it
Common.... dance the doom off
Let the joy shower on you, flower!
Live your life laughing
Smiling on a sunny day shyly
Be bother less about the burden
And live it highly
Wealthy people have wealth
Humble people have honour
A dancer like you have all
You can dance to praise
Or praise to pray
And the pain can be dance off
Common, Dance the doom off!
Yusuf Najat
They told me the Gospel spoke about Him.
I've searched Dan to Beersheba
but could not find the women he festered.
They asked why I can't see what they see,
I told them my head is too unreasonable
to pass the test of poisoned goat,
and to invite unseen critters to stay overnight.
I refused the washing before I spoke to Him.
Anything to get to my head. They came
at me with Razer phones telling me they
wanted to sever ties between my shoulders,
I changed my Facebook profile before
I smile again, but they came at me with
a young man crying the story of Yusuf.
Someone must have lied about the paddocks
that pasture my emotions; there are no apertures
in the fences. I did not hesitate to ask his reasons,
they did not hesitate to rejoin, the prologue
by Him contains the newest explorations
and oldest disclosures. I find that hard to believe.
It is not good to play with God; I saw him
burned a statue of Jesus with lightening.
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.
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-NativePen 017
BLOOD
TIME OF THOUGHT:LOSS
DATE OF THOUGHT:LOSS
It's a life
It's precious than gold
The primary part of life
Without it, no being
Something harder than mustard seed
Substance thicker than water
It attracts more than magnet
Is a cherish substance
An umbreakable cord
That connect all;
The child, mother and father
A convenant seal
A material for irreversible convenant
Like the on the of cross of calvary
Our best ever redeemers gift on the cross
It is a cherish stuff
Don't toil with it
Cherish it
Blood is sacred, don't drink it
Don't shed it
Keep it
Don't spill the innocent blood
There is a power embeded in it
Don't let it splashed
Let there be peace in all corners of our land.
In pieces we can't live in peace
Let us see ourselves as brothers
So we have an enviable haven.
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-NativePen 016
MY HOPE
TIME OF THOUGHT:08:20PM
DATE OF THOUGHT:24:02:2010
Oh my hope
When will thou be?
When will thou be?
Where art thou gone to?
Hope your sojourn is not far from near?
Because my patience is on the line
Wait a minute
How long should I wait?
For am waiting
Hour is turning into days
Days into another
Weeks into month
Months never cease turning into years
Years into decades
Decades into centuries
My hope
When will you actually be
For time wait for no one
Oh my hope
Do not tarry long
That I may not be worry
Come quickly around
I have waited enough
Come quickly around.
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-Nativepen 014
DEAR MOTHER
TIME OF THOUGHT:07:25PM
DATE OF THOUGHT:10:04:2011
How can I tell it all
On your back lies the comfort I desire
And the sweet warmth of your arms at all time
From you I sucked the courage I needed to move on
Your affection is of no degree
And in your eyes I see my strength
Mother, your presence is my pride
Your voice alleviates my fears
No doubt for your love
Surely mother, I will always love you
The vigil kept at my cranny is ever cherished
You are my heaven on earth.
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-NativePen 013
BETRAYER -Revised
TIME OF THOUGHT: July 1,2012
DATE OF THOUGHT:LOSS
Your mission
You finally executed
Now you have broken loose
Our bond of friendship
Now the cloud is crystal clear
That it was a plastic one
Your fake and rehearsed smile
No wonder your smile does not reach your face
Pretender
Now I know
Why your smile ceased to be oily
My trust you barter
My loyalty you trade
You are a betrayer
Where to hide?
You are unmasked
I can see you clearly
You bogey
You betrayer
Be your own counsel
What have you to say?
Can I still trust you?
If you were me, will you?Be your own counsel and judge.
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