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Best Poems Written by Gbenga Onalaja

Below are the all-time best Gbenga Onalaja poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Sloth

His life is an epic
He is the one person who opens wares an hour after the market 
He comes to town a day after the fair 

He "holds hard" after the shot has left the gun 
He locks the stable after the herd is all gone 
He won't die, though he is of no use alive 

He is Mr. everything married to Mrs. nothing 
They cover their well after their children are drowned and left in the deep

They are  busy ploughing the air when their field is waist high in weed
Busy! They are at the old farm 
Bringing up buckets of water
After the last pillar of thier house is burnt down

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Fairy Lit

The warped rays down shine

On a bed of sandy white

Nature for Nature

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Minding My Mind

In those dark days 
When every time is a down time

Those days when for a dime
You could spare a prime rhyme
And pay a dollar for a cent 

Those days when the slimy 
Tongues of foes wag in ecstasy
Those days when life seems to turn tide 
And you feel God has finally gone blind 
Alas! I think of death, like I am right now 

Say you know how I feel
We only are playing the truth
Smiling with a sweet tooth
It's only if Dzogbeze Lisa has abandoned you 
In the thick forests with clouding trees 
Will you really know

Death really can bring life 
But I'll deny them the pleasure
I'll work for success and not to die for it

I'll poke death in face and smile back at life

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The 7th King of Nigeria

O Hail the King 
That lies along the ring 
Beside the bank of Niger
Mauling fishes like an Ocean scavenger 

Lo, he knoweth not 
That if a man wants rot 
Before fall cometh pride 
Pride; when on a high horse we ride 

Aye, the fishes are with the voice of men 
Crying & Wailing like a Babylonian convict on his way to the den
And our king felt it fun 
Hence, the mauling goes on 

But his hands killeth men
Our king knoweth not then 
No aide would talk 
Dare one, on his body shall it feed on; Hawk 

Behold, the lord of war won't stop 
He kindle the furnace of hell with their fleshes 
But the men can take it no more
Now, an alternative they seek 

Enough of yawning and folding of arms 
The sickle is coming to their heads 
This, they can't take 
They seek the weakness in the king's prowess 

The Apple of an alien prostitute

A bite is enough to kill a wild bear 
But our king ate much in the company of a beer

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Green, White & Green

Here you unearth the “beast” leaders 

They actually are the best 
Best leaders anyone can possibly imagine 
Leading their subjects without force
No force nor coercion do they employ 

They lay claims on better modus 
Like washing our brains white 
White; and painting it Green
Making us wise in our own eyes
Moreover uniquely foolish in theirs

They made us believe 
Believe, that we are helpless
Soon enough, they offer to help
And we saw it coming  
Earnest help!? 

They rebrand us 
Repackage us like mere toys
Feed us with sincere lies
Conjured in their rotund beer bellies 
Brews bought by our very sweat and tears

But only time will tell 
If “Green and White” should be the colour of my brain
Only just time

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Only Few People Know

That she is not mine
She is just another girl
Looking for a gold time

She’s not my girl
She’s another kid
Looking for a father to befriend

She’s one of the many girls
Who knows not what they seek in a man
But just to belong; a hopeless craze

She’s another one of them
Who prefers them hard and in the IT crowd

She’s another of their set
Ruled by biceps and abs and quads
Alas, I have none

I said she’s one of them
Who squeal at the sight of Bentley
Wishing they had a guy with such mayhem

She’s yet another dreamer
Who thinks me not enough
And falls for smooth schemers

She’s right in her conceit
My mother disagrees, but what do you expect from her? 
Monkey no fine etc.

Whatever
As long as you know she’s not mine
No pick up the phone, dammit.

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To My Lost Mistress

Humour dispels rumour
You can't but want to stay happy though

Stupid stuff all around 
It's a call for the ultimate

Walk
Shoulder high

Walking tall is the first step
Of course, don't forget your rep

Even the blind that sees not
Perceives and says 'she's hot'

Please my fair lady, mind them not
What you are, they are not
The reason you see they are wrought 

Our affairs here are soaked
We tread days in a haze
As exams beckon 

We only look to the creator of unicorns
To regard us not with scorn
For while exams sneak on
We sit at the bar tending steaks

Pray for me
As I pray for you

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Nursing a Nation

Although we ne'er lived in the days
When the chalky chaps tread our lands

And our generation is not of those
Whose culture was stolen under their noses

Nor is it of those 
Who saw the Nation in all its glory

But we, 
Who only read but never saw the pompous pinkies
Are left with only a part of the story,

To nurture a baby which when small was strong,
But now finally big is weak

Eons on, we'll hold to our dreams of tomorrow
As we sing and say - we shall succeed, we shall thrive

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Our Leader Are Nuts

What makes a nut
Want a national cut
To spend on ale and a raving slut?

What makes a nation in want
Want to play a giant
When even he is not self reliant?

What makes a rat
Want to call a cat to combat
If he has not a nut in his hat
Or a desire for early death?

We are in want
Our leaders' gone coo coo in their cot 
I'm beginning to wonder what
But let our observations shut
We can say naught
'Cos death comes in fast and hot

But truly, out leaders are nut
I am going to bolt now

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The Macabre Dancers

These words they speak at the parliament
And big words emanating with spirit
But the less crystal night 
And the more benign stare of the fireflies
Holds no fear for their night acts 

Ghana - must - gos rolling in 
Only the jumbos qualified 
And stuffed to the zip with our funds
Perfectly arranged 
For these parliaments big words speak

This treacherous faces revealed
Now their camouflage they need not
For they are like shadows 
In the dark sinister glare of the Night

Only the night can see

Party over
And the lights are back on 
They, sitting in the comfort of parliament theater
And a state of the art therapy seats
Ignorant of tutorial hunger

We, sitting and watching 
In a state of the earth hunger therapy
subject to perpetual hiss and bitterness
And a night of deadly fervid dreams

Alas! nothing can we do
But watch & wash as they waste
What was our work wages in haste
For all year long

And we can simply sing  this song
For all Macabre dancers knows no pause