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Best Ajayi Angel-Simon Poems

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Every line has a meaning; every meaning has a line…
              We think we have the worst story;
We heard other’s, we exclaimed, ‘GLORY’
              It’s cold now, when will it be hot? 
Now it’s hot, Oh Cold! Be our lot
              When it rains, we crave sun; 
Now it scorches, we say, ‘Rain Is Fun’
              We dream, but are afraid of its reality
We see reality but fantasize on fantasy
              We despise love—it’s cheap but deep; 
We idolize hatred—it robs us of sleep
              We want the flower, the tower and the shower
We want the whole world in our power
	We want this; we want that
But we have neither this nor that 
              We want to be here, and there
But we are neither here nor there:
                                                                      Joyful in sorrow; sorrowful in joy
                                                                Happy in sadness; sad in happiness 
                                                          Laughing but crying; crying but laughing 
                                                    Sane in insanity; insane in sanity
                                             Filthy in holiness; holy in filthiness
                                       Fearful in courage; courageous in fear

Poor in riches; rich in poverty
Healthy in wealth; wealthy in health

Love in lust; lust in love
     Beautiful but ugly; ugly but beautiful
          Speaking but silent; silent but speaking
                Thinking while sleeping; sleeping while thinking
                       Filled with emptiness; empty in fullness
                             Abundant in lack; lacking in abundance
Fruitful in barrenness; sterile in fruitfulness                                              
Praying in despair; despair in prayer

                                                        Strength for weakness; feeble in strength
                                                  Honesty in dishonesty; dishonesty in honesty
                                            Peace in war; war in peace
                                     Civil but military; military but civil
                              Goodness in evil; evil in goodness
                      Rising but falling; falling but rising

Coming but going; going but coming
Dead but living; living but dead… 

                                      To win or to lose: to be used or to use
                                         Man is man when man knows man
                                            Death will die, and life will live…

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Watering my seed

At my pious avowal, my seed was sown.
A new vision, my liege Lord's race is known.
Century said he'd lived earlier to lead
Believers on how to water the seed;
and gather more fruits for the barn he build.
Some will fall on thorns or stones; better a field
To receive a hundred fold increase, lest
I'm bereft of my bounty soul harvest.

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My Minion

manger baby--my one-in-a-trillion-gift I the master; sin my minion perpetual dominion

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I didn’t scoff the grub; for pleasure and sanit I scrub. To doff trite piece of food is my calling from the wood When man meets assorted meat, I grieve for the chewing treat. I’m man’s aurora friend. Like the Ultimate man, to the very end I search for decayed morsel particle; to restore man’s fresh breath is my hustle. Cast me away and man’s teeth will hide; his tongue won’t glide – that’s my pride. I’m his quotidian servant-master adorned with creamy butter to evict stinking gums from vocal isle. Never weary, I renew his oral smile.

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Is Death an Igbo Man

IS DEATH AN IGBO MAN? Quietus: ‘Nna Grave, this is Quietus from Vaults and Sons International. My containers don arrive?’ Grave: ‘Yes Oga Quietus. From: —Cairo—Syria—Boston—Kangan— —Somalia—Monrovia—Sudan— —Iraq—Afghanistan—Pakistan—Congo— —Russia—Yemen—Israel— —Ivory Coast—Rhodesia—Burkina; but some of the goods (carrion) were mutilated, and left for Vultures.’ Quietus: ‘Ok. I get business for Kangan(1960). Oga at the top has finally heard His people’s cry by reason of their taskmasters.’ Grave: ‘Goodluck Sah!’
©Angel Simon 2013 Amidst global political upheaval and terrorist pandemonium which has increased mortality rate incessantly, this poem (written in a dialogic format) is a conversation between two business partners- Oga Quietus(Death) and Grave who both trade in Carrion (dead bodies). The ethnical and symbolic relevance of the Igbo Man for Death is because Death shares some of the typical Igbo Man's commercial doggedness. Some of which are industry, enterprise and adventure. Death is really industrious in his Carrion business as we see his branches in the above mentioned nations topping its supply list from Grave. Enjoy!

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Nigeria & the New Year Presidential Gift 

Silence! Stillness! Silence! Inaction!
All guises of an impending eruption
The only sound of merriment
Is in the coterie of increment
I wish there could be joy in this clime
Like the pleasure you get from my rhyme
Our busy rails, ports and roads
Are our platforms for relieving our heart-loads
On boards, boldly written are our words in hues
Is it our turn to be deprived of shoes?
We trek the streets proclaiming a new birth
While our detractors soar like birds in mirth

Silence! I encounter silence everywhere I ambled
Is it true that our peace has been gambled?
There are only two persons I see
The first person, a damsel, I glee
I will never have seen her, thanks to subsidy
But to Keats "beauty is truth, truth beauty"
I would have fallen for her seductions
But I resisted her like subsidy attractions
I would have blindly succumbed, rejecting truths
Now I discern why all hands protest, even youths
Our pains increase yet no decrease
All we patients, diagnosed for the same disease
Our misery, their fortress; our words, our refuge
We persist, our tears for justice in deluge
Empty promises sadden our weary lobe
Hence; we seem the dystopian part of the globe

The second person, like the Ancient Mariner
Expressed his pains and fears in this manner
"Once upon a time, in their kingdom, animals –
Birds, reptiles, insects, aquatic and mammals –
Rejoice over the death of their brutal king
In unity and hilarity, they dance and sing.
'At last,' they said, 'it’s now authority, no more power;
Our words and woes will be respected in the new tower;
No despot reign, but a shepherd for us all sheep,
Tender-heart and loving; his promises, he will keep;
Our promise land! A new captain to steer our ship
He will use the mace to direct us, not as a whip'
All - ignorant of the dead despot’s fairy -  are whining:
For he was alive and in a shepherd’s cloak, ruling"
Then the tale teller asked, 'Alas, Is that their lot?
Who's now leading, the shepherd or the despot?'

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I'm not a preacher; I'm just another believer. I believe in the future of my generation, because we are the solution generation. My generation... Flourishing in righteousness Walking in holiness Nourishing in goodness Connecting to grace yet wireless Overflowing amidst emptiness Shining amidst darkness Bearing fruits amidst barrenness Blossoming amidst dryness Breaking through in the wilderness Triumphant in godliness Abounding in greatness Making tremendous progress... My generation... Great stories yet untold Great vessels yet unfold Too glorious to uphold Too beautiful to behold Too fiery to be cold So vibrant and so bold We are the Master's mold To Jesus, we are sold For great testimonies to be told We are the generation with a medal of gold We are the royal priesthood... My generation... Holiness lovers Sin haters Glory carriers Light bearers Barrier breakers Line crossers Destiny builders Future shapers Corruption stoppers Life savers Freedom fighters Nations leaders Soul winners Bountiful reapers Tireless transformers Peace makers Pace setters Great achievers... My generation... Radiating joy: no more sorrow Rich in gold: no more borrow Filled by God: not hollow Deep in love: not shallow Always on top: not below Shield in amour: no arrow All round eagles: no sparrow Astute soldiers: no feeble marrow Rising from zero to hero Right path; we will follow My generation... With the scripture as our life mirror The picture of our future has no error We are the generation of God seekers We are the generation of heaven minders We are the bountiful soul harvesters We are the trees planted by the rivers of water We are the branches whose leaves shall not wither We are the generation that will greatly prosper... My generation... A generation with God's instruction Looking unto Jesus: our greatest motivation Empowered for the Great Commission We are the world's inspiration We are a holy nation We are a chosen generation We are the Unstoppable Generation We are a generation heading to a glorious destination We are the joy of many generation... My generation... We will arise and shine In eternity, with Jesus we will wine and dine... I'm not a preacher; I'm just another believer.

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WE, WE! Unknown, strange faces; We are united in the experiences of classes to halls, of tests to exams, of rainy and sunny days, of tears and laughter, of fear and hope, of friendship and enmity; but in Love’s loving arms. In the darkness of ignorance, we began, In the light of knowledge, we part. We were early risers, We were late comers. Sometimes united, Sometimes divided in this intellectual confinement: We are imprisoned to embrace freedom, We are nurtured to become the panacea. We are departing, Known, familiar faces. We, We! (for my graduating class University of Lagos 2013) ©Angel Simon 2013

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Ancestry: Bards

Homer,Chaucer, Shakespeare, Keats, Eliot Soyinka, Okigbo, Osundare Now me, recycling human ideas

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he knocks at the majestic door broke her crystal heart and left her with splinters she shuts the door for life no gliding for love living to mend the pieces

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