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Adeyela Adeyemi Poem
A courier of peace; a coupon of hope
Your cost, though, I have been made alien,
Your fruitfulness I heartily grope.
But the lashed back in servitude asks, “WHEN”?
A befitting vestment on servitude
A plague in the metropolis,
Like the Gulliver in Lilliput.
Amass not, thou in bit she seeks.
Though thou enjoyed none methinks,
‘Cos denied is she, much she denies ye.
But let that which we sought be unclink
An ointment on our contuse, we pr’ythee.
And should denial tend your way,
At wrath, me be spared, I pray.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2014
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Adeyela Adeyemi Poem
Democracy!
A name which has suffered ignominy
A sound which has become ignoble
A song which can only be hummed.
Its hotchpotch has gone through hypothesis
And its effective cause of hostilities.
Democracy!
Turned to a hopscotch
Its teaching now in heresy with people's ideas
Its flaws becoming hobby-horse in hogmanay
Higgledy-piggledy it becomes in the city,
'Cos its heyday is gone.
Democrazy it is in the hands of exponents
Like a shy with its helmsmen.
Democracy!
A noble man with no esteem
Principle with no privileges for all
Exciting story with a sad denouement
A deodorant full of irritation
Beauty, but ephemeral.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2017
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Adeyela Adeyemi Poem
Through the years you hunted me
Your sword and spear pierced through me
Leaving no mark of wound to show
But in me many flow
From which I couldn't flee.
Flee! Flee!!, I plead myself
Yet still I stood like a deaf
Tis a battle I must fight
Battle! Till the day is bright
Enough of hidings like an elf.
Get thee behind me!
Thence I command thee
Think I've heard enough of you
Least of all my nephew.
You've brought me nothing but misery.
I forbid you till "Yom Kippur"
For all, you've plundered and devoured
But in me, hope sprout
News they now speak about
For in me, you are no more.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2017
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Adeyela Adeyemi Poem
Dear diary!
One who bears the brunt of my adversity,
And my misery, you condone with affability.
There and back to make an affix,
Of an apparently gifted anomalies.
Night so long and yet so short
Threatening with its dreadful silence thought.
Providence, my heart sought,
From my "seems-unending strait",
Which hath made me desolate.
The day, I wish, ceases to break
Its torment, I could make a clean break.
For obscured I am in obviousness,
And lost I am in no one's guess,
'Cos my lovelessness hath made me less.
My seamy life, I shall lay to rest
For I need own a love nest.
Whence from forlornness, I will be harboured
And to its grace, I'll pledge my flesh and blood
But with my diary, I'll move abode.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2017
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Adeyela Adeyemi Poem
Facing the world like a judge;
A judge in his own case,
which ended with a phrase,
‘Guilty’ my lord.
For aeon of its destruction,
which for long cost it its beauty,
and its ancestral history said in misery.
Will I ever get an absolution?
Absolution from the air,
and the breeze the trees give unpaid
But with decapitation I repaid the Acacia.
Absolution from the beauty I trampled on in recur.
Will I ever be forgiven?
Oh! Please, answer me Mother Nature.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2014
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Adeyela Adeyemi Poem
Wriggled in her arms.
Lost in an adventure of romance, moving far afield.
Though I have no weakness for writing,
my story got underway.
Wallowing in the admiralty of her beauty
Adorned with beautiful antique ornament
Adulterated with the laudable attribute of nature
Epitomizing the 6th day work,
and the adroit molding of the creator.
Ensconced on her chest for an aeon of time.
Only my hands left to keep the memory of time.
Touching the acme of her chest,
Pointing like that of Sheba.
Turning it to a piccolo, without an acoustic.
Acknowledging the season between her legs,
warming the cold in my hands.
Letting my hand becoming an ace,
and my phalanges adept in describing her.
My eyes falling over itself
to keep the facsimile of her body,
and my skin falling in with my eyes,
as two spent swimmers that do cling together.
Feeling her permed hair,
blowing like a frond tree by the river.
Her eyes shining like a cat
which has never been afeared
Her skin like flowers that never fade in autumn
and less of acne in winter.
I wish our spirit is adjoined forever
Like fifes and drum that make a good sound,
Keeping myself in the light of your love
praying it never fade.
I wish I wake up in my trance
Wishing I say all these to your face
And see it received.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2013
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Adeyela Adeyemi Poem
Here today, gone tomorrow
Fate of those who breathe in air.
The mind is sore; the heart is hollow
Grey or not, damn the hair.
How true it unveils,
The world is birthed from the Death's marrow.
Like every other day, He picks His scales
Walking the earth, weighing His cargo?
Whose pay is ultimate
from the pains everlasting,
and the vague that desecrates
the joy promised to go lasting?
For this pain,
Just this pain, there is no gain.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2020
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Adeyela Adeyemi Poem
Lead me not to a shadowless march
Whence love and lust seek to merge
Two steps behind, a step afar
Things of the heart we tend to drag.
Lead me not to a shadowless march
A strange road; a slouchy soul
Two to tow with dragging toes
Too far behind a glimpse of hope.
Lead me not to a shadowless march
Crossbite or snare, the road impels
Thither or not, a soul despairs
Stalled beyond, a tale to tell.
Lead me not to a shadowless march
Sweat and blood, I've come this far
The king is tipped, much less to spar
A tale at hand, I'll live to bear.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2017
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Adeyela Adeyemi Poem
Abiku!
Friend nor foe
Named from above.
A gift from the yard of elegbara
Olagbegi's kicking hope.
Abiku!
A dashing beauty she's bestowed,
enough to light a father's grope.
Abiku!
Asake's grace in barrenness.
Off and on, she would not mind
'Come, and i will call you mine,
'Mother' till then i'll bear'.
Abiku! Abiku!! Abiku!!!
Touch her not, she might live
One who dines with ebora dudu,
a company when she is set to leave.
Abiku!
Your visit i do not beseech.
Your mercy i only seek.
Ekuru and eko wine to your descent,
gracing the feet of oluwere.
Abiku!
In tears you delight
Merriness you found in sorrow.
Leave and never come back
One who feeds on her mother's back.
Abiku!
Shame, you have cursed till eternity
In flame, yet you are never tamed.
One whose trowel never dries,
From the cries of hopeless eyes.
Abiku!!!
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2018
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Adeyela Adeyemi Poem
When the day prowls with fear
And dark, little less in pair,
The eyes, a shuttle for tears,
The heart, beating in pierce,
In nature's treat, I sought repel.
A subtle rythm of an unstill pour
Flapping fins ushed to its shore
Birds, singing to the twitching twigs' haw
'cucko ducko' brazing the breeze,
Coating the heart with its kindful bliss.
There and there, my lots are pricked
Till I am back to my four-wall's thick
Where the stars tickle the bars,
To mother nature, I owe this verse.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2022
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