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Olatubosun David Poem
If time is an eagle
It could be trapped and deplumed
To limit its flight.
If it’s cheetah
It could be fettered to a stock
To determine the scope of its speed
And if time is a sailor
It could be persuaded
To sail slowly,
Or linger here at the shoreline
Where the noonlight nurtures
And the breeze rejuvenates
But we launch towards the night
With the solace of its full moon
And we shall sleep at night
But our works shall stay awake.
To double three scores is but a wish
And whether or not it’s conferred
The days of man are brief.
Must we be easy and loving as we sail
And sip nectar from our hard labours.
For our days are brief
And the time is swift.
Let our nights, O Lord, we pray
Be sweeter than the honey
And our rest as well
Be peaceful like the heaven.
Copyright © Olatubosun David | Year Posted 2022
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Like travellers,
We cross this arid land
Aiming at the city of rest.
As we traverse the landscapes
We may, of a truth, sully our feet
With besetting dust of sin
But we must from time to time
Remember Calvary, the place of cleansing
Where mercy flows immeasurably
We go through marketplaces
Let’s be pleased with divine supplies
Lest we are tangled with vanities of life
We faint many a time
But we are resuscitated; we move on
We despair not.
We shall win!
We are soldiers in the warfare
Let’s fight, holding onto the cross
Copyright © Olatubosun David | Year Posted 2023
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Olatubosun David Poem
when war approaches, miles away
it scuttles sideways like a crab
or creeps slowly, slowly and slowly
like a reptile,
with holocaust claws;
a quick eye sees,
a smart heart reads,
at distance.
war, as you may think,
is not the pandemonium
occasioned by the actions of noisy missiles,
nor the havoc wrought by Satan 2 explosion.
war is not the sporadic shootings
nor the rumbling grenades
that make the noble cities a desolation.
war is quiet!
war is when the noise has died down,
and the murky smoke disappears
from the sky
to settle in the mind;
and sundry sicknesses begin to creep
upon the earth.
war is when poor souls are left
to endure the wroth of a ferocious hunger;
when we remember our friends and lovers
but can never again see their faces.
then the soul wanders
in the nostalgic path of peacetime,
and we wish those cruel days never be.
war is the sight of miserable kids
separated from their parents
without a parting message.
war is the plight of women stripped naked
by the death of husbands and children,
and that of the promising kids turning waifs
amidst of desolations.
but we can win a war and lose nothing,
we can win a war without a gunshot,
if we avoid it early.
for those who start fire
are not burned by it.
those consumed by the flame
never want war.
must we let peace lead
and shun war.
must we let love rescue the earth
from the verge of extinction.
for when we fight in the war,
it's only our friends that we kill.
Copyright © Olatubosun David | Year Posted 2022
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Olatubosun David Poem
I fear no more
For death gives forever life
In death, life is known
But without death I’m dead
Death is no death since it bears the life
But to live is death if I fear to die
Life, there is in a cross gently born
In painful patience and meekness
In rugged road to Golgotha
Perfecting redemption of man
Life there is in blood that dripped out of head
Adorned with thorn and thistle,
Hands and legs nailed to the cross
And in water that spurted out of side
Punctured with weapon of the cruel guard
Now He lives and dies no more
That life may be portioned to the living dead
Who lives in His death to death
He lives and works in my mortal body
To rescue my poor soul from the grip of death
The vault is empty
This is my confidence
Shame to death and its sting
He is risen!
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Copyright © Olatubosun David | Year Posted 2022
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Olatubosun David Poem
The blazing warlord in rage
Stares upon the face of the earth
The uneasy earth in haste
Emits glazy smokes trapped underground
To take some fresh air
Cool breeze blows gently by
Tired trees wave for joy
Rustling in praise and delight
The idle cloud is busy traversing the sky
Wrapping the whole earth in a moment
Into a horrible darkness
Gentle breeze changes over to rainstorm
The flood overwhelm the gutters
Flashing lightning and rumbling
The storm soon shed some strength
Handing over to a gentle misty breeze
The cloud is cleared
I see some paintings of God
In the sky of a scanty cloud
That shows afterwards
Copyright © Olatubosun David | Year Posted 2020
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Olatubosun David Poem
It will rain today and NEPA will seize the light
The firmament is dark, the cloud is enormous
The singing birds have fled
Everyone to its home
It will rain today, I’m worried
I have neither roof enough for storage
Nor grow fins to swim
My Bedchamber a harbour
for the looming flood
It will rain and flood everywhere
Motors will be trapped in the traffic,
Passengers will trek miles in group
And pedestrians will muddle the streets
It will rain today and farm road slippery
I will be drenched by the spit of the over drunk bushes,
Work in cassava plantation boring,
And father wont take no for answer
It will rain today and plants would rejoice
Happy plants will feed and feed mankind
Animals will eat and give us living
For it rains to bless mankind
It will rain; it will rain
The horrifying black sky scares me
A fair blue sky turns suddenly foul!
A calm refreshing breeze turns swiftly wild!
It will rain; look up the scaring skies
I wish you're the obedient Noah
Under the heavy cloud of the great flood
Who heeded the warning of the looming danger.
Copyright © Olatubosun David | Year Posted 2022
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When at last I shall sail
Away from this turbulent sea
I shall leave the crumbling tent by the shore
When my toil now is done
And forever I rest
When the storm is over
I shall forever sing melodies
We sail against the wind
The wavy tide of roaring sea
Tossing us up and down, defying our faith
Jointly our foes gather
Like the swamp of the locust pests
But our God, mighty in battle – our help!
Onward! We shall not faint
Ahead of us, victory is sure
Christ’s for us! Nothing against us can stand
With delight shall we sing
Farewell, world of pains and peril
In the glorious morning that we shall meet.
Copyright © Olatubosun David | Year Posted 2022
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To him who passed through fire and death
The strain of nails and lashes
The bruises in the heart
The neglect and gloom
The shattered spirit
The thorns and thistles
To him who went down the hade and hell
To remove the venom of death and hell
To break the captor’s head asunder
With mattock of authority
And held captive hell and its host
The captor
Infected the victim with disobedience
And a bite of death of sorrow and pains
Sharing death among helpless children
As the fear of death gripped my sinful soul
I lost my light, I lost my freedom,
I lost my all
To him
Who in humility borne my transgression
Who in obedience borne my disobedience
My shame, my pain, my suffering, my death
And won for me, victory
With his costly blood
Declaring me a winner
In the fight I couldn’t have won
To him be glory and honour
Forever and ever, amen
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When this temple shall lay to rest
That the temple bird returns
To dreamland beyond the seas
The earthen vessel shall be desolate
Then shall dust, dust returns
And reality long created comes true
The dead weep over the dead, consciously
Numbering their days
The dead weep over the dead
On grounds well-known to them
Awake oh the Dead!
Weep no weep for anyone
Except for yourself
Except for your perilous past
And your waiting morrow
For love or pleasure you give in tears
Does him no right or wrong
This temple shall lay to rest
And temple bird shall flew away
To dreamland beyond the seas
And temple walls shall become desolate
Then cry no cry and shed no tears
Death makes me triumph over death.
Copyright © Olatubosun David | Year Posted 2022
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Because the mind still stays
The memory of the holocaust,
And the face reflects the twinge that still lurks
In the hollow of our frail hearts;
My mournful pen shall bleed
In a forever flow of pensive mood.
We are survivors
Who suffered the flame of covid.
We are survivors
Who sampled the taste of death.
We who saw the gate of hell and live
To tell the tale that hell is cosy,
Compared to the wicked world;
We are now casualties of war.
Hell is a cooling place
The earth is not.
And no one devil inhabits a calming hell.
They all abide with us here in the flaming hell;
For the earth is hell,
The hell is earth.
The earth is hell where the devil-incarnates dwell.
The hell is place where the hostile hunger
Shoots fiery darts at poor souls.
The covid slaughtered its thousand,
We heard it.
Hunger slaughtered its ten thousands,
We saw it.
The devil is innocent,
Man is not.
Many visited the heaven but never return;
It is safe to die.
Many visited the street but never return;
They were shot in the head.
But thousands remained indoor,
There they welcomed their death and followed him.
The death loved them more than their rich neighbours.
Tell me, why my sorrowing pen won’t bleed
When death is kind and man is cruel?
Tell me, why my sorrowing pen won’t bleed,
When the devils hoarded palliatives;
And poor souls suffer?
Those invented pandemic did no harm;
Those feign pandemic to peculate did.
Those declared lockdown meant well;
To feed man with the wind,
And slaughter souls in hunger.
Lekki toll-gate episode is enough
To succor our grieving souls.
Now to those buried their dead
In the heart of their memories
For the lack of further space in the burial sites;
In the sundry lands and climes
Where pandemic havocked like hell;
To you whose mirth has been ceased
By the cacophony of the holocaust;
To you whose land the inferno lingers still;
May you be brave to fight to victory.
May new dawn cure your night of mourning.
May you forget the season of cold;
By the warmful rays of sunshine.
May your heart be filled
With overwhelming songs of joy.
For until this war is over;
And the mind lets go
Of the memory of the holocaust,
And the face reflects the ebullient heart of the optimist;
My mournful pen shall continue to bleed,
In a forever flow of pensive mood.
Copyright © Olatubosun David | Year Posted 2024
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