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Fisayo Aderounmu Poem
Kiss saves and kills
Drop by drop KISS increases
To form an ocean of EMOTION
EMOTION in love billows
Around many pillows
With PASSION it is POWERED
You lose control over your EMOTION
Your EMOTION now sets you in MOTION
To the journey of no return.
You may ask, What is bad in it?
The bad IN it is at the END of it!
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Scramble in life of a
man.
Is sequel to gamble
and grumble
Thinking that he is
humble
Because he could
afford an apple.
Men begin to play
him like scrabble.
As a sample for the
simple.
On-till he finds the
temple.
Commit your life to
him who is ABLE.
It will not crumble,
crumple or fumble
Which are triple -
sorority.
You will neither look
rumpled nor tumbled.
It is all a parable
that saves from
trouble
Which is a seed of
struggle
Mostly for the
'arable farmer'.
Yet not like the
carpenters hammer.
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Yes! You have to think out of the box
But you don't have to lose your brain box
(which is more than a gear box or a black box)
because of your brave boss,
(even when he holds an axe).
Its loss would cost you more than an ox.
Its an evidence of sear laxity
Its dividend is with influx of max pain
which wax stronger than flax
It doesn't count whether you are a fan of
fox news, drive Toyota hillux, use fax or bathe with lux soap.
You don't need to pay tax to play a sax.
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Forgive all my attempts
To make you a magician
Coming to you in dozens of time
Like a musician and an artisan
At times like a comedian.
A true art of chameleon in religion clothing
Approaching you only for assistance
Never making a remittance but
always giving you the remnant
Even on that i failed to ruminate
But act like a ruminant
I used every instrument of the
mathematician (that on tithe)
Neglecting all your epistles to the
Corinthians, Ephesians,
Philippians, Colossians.
Especially, the one to the Thessalonians.
I omitted the acts of the Apostles
I did not take after the act of Joseph of Arimathea.
These portray the true heart of a politician
and not a Christian.
Forgiveness is a decision
Forgive and forget Is a household song
How do i deal with the incisions?
To be safe from infections and perversions
That leads to perdition without neglecting my
friends affection and persuasion
That is the nub of this notion
Only by your injunctions and inscriptions
It may be by information for reformation
I can make the right corrections
I must reach perfection
O Lord can you still forgive me?
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Song of the Sea
The giant of Africa the great Nigeria
Land flowing with milk and honey
The garden adorned with gold and pearls
No! The rogues will not cast their spells
The axe in its adventure is capturing and
falling the trees in this garden
The birds are flying away
leaving their eggs in fallen nests and
Their young’s in the care of the hawks
that hides in the crevices of the (ASO)rocks
Their melodious songs ceased from the shores of our ears
The rhythm of their chorus is gone
O malicious describes musical notes of the new song
Mischievous is the beat that lace the chorus
The chorus i called democractic carol
Mostly sung by the democratic parties
and that they do without sympathy or empathy
The terrorist like an adventure with pleasure
ran through this pasture
Ravaged the age long value of our culture;
Of progress, unity, love and peace
Giving the ‘vultures’ an adventure
The greenness of your field is fading
that is done majorly by greediness
O my God, they do that with readiness
Your fruits are falling in false labour
The trees are giving up their flowers - their true beauty
O trees thou were made to shed your leaves
When we need rest beneath your shadows
The sun of Democracy raced and hurried from west to east
The race of the sun from west to east is to set
O Olympics of power in Nigeria
Will the sun of democracy in Nigeria
at this time set in the east/south-south?
When we needed its rays the most
Will the north and the south/east wait and
watch it rise again from the west?
The moon also took refuge in the silver clouds
My walk through the night can’t be a solo walk
The stars are still shining and that keep me singing
I could hear the voice of the blue sky calling onto the blue sea….
“Oh God of creation, direct our noble cause.
Guide our leaders right, help our youths the truth to know.
In love and honesty to grow and living just and true.
Great lofty heights attain.
To build a nation where peace and justice shall reign.”
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When the purpose of a thing is not known
Abuse does not only becomes INEVITABLE
But a VEGETABLE on an EVENT-TABLE
Yet UNPALATABLE
Everyone now sits around this TABLE
To DISCUSS at times in CAUCUS
Leaving the CACTUS and the CARROT with the PARROT
Because it is a CORRUPT-TABLE
When MORAL VALUES are reduced to ORAL FABLES
The AURA is lost and the MORALS become TERRIBLY FEEBLE
It reduces one to a PEBBLE
Even if you are HUMBLE
You have to cross the HURDLE
And you may choose to FUMBLE
At best you may GRUMBLE
For not having a VENERABLE
At the TABLE in the TEMPLE
With an APPLE to receive a TURTLE
But just a CRADLE
Which is not better than a STABLE
Where you used to CHUCKLE, CHORTLE,
GURGLE and GIGGLE. What do you think?
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Top of the world news has not really been good news examples are MH 370 (Malaysia missing Plane) and Nigeria’s missing girls.
BRIG BACK OUR GIRLS has become a house hold song, some are even acting it like a play (without sincerity) while the hearts of the victims are pierced and that of their parents.
This is not synonymous to the ultimate search where people search for treasures at their leisure if I may put that way.
But I am only in dilemma about one thing, which is ‘missing period’. Sometimes I hear some cry for missing there period at other times I hear some celebrate for missing there period. That is just for the concerned people. So also I am in dilemma about the Nigeria’s missing girls.
I headed for the church searching for my missing ‘thing’ but just at the gate of the church where I met the gate man. The way he looked at me and talked to me suggested that I did not need to see the Pastor….humility once lived there but he has shifted base.
I decided to visit public and private organizations. My encounter with the gate man (gm) wisely and widely informed me that I should not go any further to seeing the general manager (GM). Though the gate men may not have done that deliberately, maybe I assumed they really know who/what I was searching for. The pastor and the general manager may have it or at least be able to direct me to where I could find him. My assumption might have made an ass of u (you) and me (ass-u-me), I say that with caution.
Humility is actually what I am searching for in the ocean of humanity. When did it loss signal with my control tower? Where did it detour and finally (maybe) drown in the ocean of humanity like MH 370 (of Malaysia Airlines). Could that also be credited to terrorists, I mean the loss of my missing ‘thing’? ...
I will not be able to write much on this to guard against conflict of opinion. If you have humility with you/in you, I am ready to pay you a visit and if you know where he resides now, kindly give a pointer, I am all out for him. Let me use the words of Mary;
“And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him.
And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus.” John 20:13-14.
...I do not know where I/they/you have laid HIM, even him (humility).
Let it also be that when I turned myself back to this post I will read your comment.
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Woman impregnated a man
Is normal to see pregnant women
If men go about with big tummies
They must be filled with foods/drinks
Else it's a malady/sickness
A mystery ever seen in life
Woman impregnated a man
I've covered my pregnancy all the while
But my EDD is at hand
My months are over
I'm in 'labour' and it pains much
Which hospital do I visit?
Where is the 'labour' room?
For my save delivery
Where are the doctors?
Oh! The midwives and the nurses
If I'm delayed Mother,
I stand the risk of still birth and complication
I thought here could be my delivery room
But it's just too small
Even the whole world is too small
To witness the delivery of your babies
I gaze to the heavens
My life time so minute to push forth
In 'labor' and deliver
Christ bore all my pains on the cross
And you identified with it at my birth
Christ sacrificed His life a ransom for me
Yet you gave your womb for me
Nine months
You made your womb my first house
There you kept me and took no rent
In there you made a bed for me
Where I laid and slept quietly
There I dictated all you eat
And all you ate and drank
You shared with me
While I grew in secret
The maternity-a place of four chambers/rooms
Mother, just a room and
I'll deliver to you
Because the babies are yours
You impregnated me with touches of care and good morals
And it's formed babies of love, faith and hope
It's your HEART-there I know is save
Sweet mother my sweet Heart
The Heart of my Heart
Who hatched the egg of my life
The greatest gift I can ever give to you
Is to give my heart to CHRIST
(EDD- Expected Date of Delivery)
Didicated to
Aderounmu V.A.
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Stop wasting your presence
If is of no essence
What a precious resource?
Don't attend
If it's just to pretend
Why paste your picture
amidst the vultures?
Irrespective of the culture
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The sins of an innocent
It has formed a song
In my sub consciousness
The heat of my hidden faults
Before I was brought forth on this earth
It made you to sweat blood
When the truck load of my sins
Drove you to the cross
My trespasses with their tentacles
When I lost the compass
Has been an obstacle
Until you came as an oracle
And saved me from the ridicule
It was more than a miracle
You carried my entire burden
That was in gross bundle
That has been my great hurdle
Denying me all the live cable
To entering your great temple
And feasting at your lofty table
The impression of your death
On the cross at Calvary
Was a true expression of your love to me
It damn all the calorie of rivalry in a jiffy
Creating express-way to the eternal love of God
Disbursement of your agony in Gethsemane
Was an allegory beyond what any press man could dispense
And the pride of many art gallery with no allergy
It shredded the Curtain of the temple
Which has been a curtail on my strength
And makes me to lose out of the cocktail at your table
O Redeemer of my soul
You paid all my debt as an offender
Leaving no remainder.
Thank you Jesus for
saving me.
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