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Oya-Goddess of Wind

At the dawn of life
Gods came with their wonders:
Obantala came with art and creation;
He was the one that moulded man;
Ogun came with iron,
It was Ogun that used his iron to make paths for others,
Orunmila decended to earth with wisdom,
In his wisdom he devines for other gods,
Aje came with wealth and riches,
Aje please come to me,come to my house.

It was Oya that came with wind:
Breeze that blows field shrubs mildly,
Cyclone that blows palmfonds wildly;
Oya is the owner of storm,
The day she married Sango-
Sango god of thunder,
God whose tongue is fire-
Was the first time there was thunderstorm.

With creation of thunderstorm
Oya blows down trees on her paths,
Oya blows dead woods down ,
The thunderstorm is the sword in her hand:
She uses it to cultivate life,
So Oya is godess of change;
She uses it to settle dispute,
So Oya is patron of justice;
She uses it to gaurd cementry,
So Oya is queen of death-
Vodou Lwa Maman Brijit.

When she in firmament sits
The wise say the sky has gathered storm;
With her rain she bacomes source of rivers:
Niger that gave Niger and Nigeria names;
Her river they call Amazon in Brazil:
Our Lady of La  Candelaria.

Oya mother of nine,
Her first child is Masqurade,
Then twins in four different times;
If you see octopus,the star  in the depth,
You may not be far from ruler of tempest;
The four pairs her art of twins,
The head is the masqurade.


10.12.2014.
Gods of winds.
Sources:
Wikipedia-Oya;
The Yoruba Pantheon;
WWW.thaliatook.Com/AMGG/Oya php

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Nuclear Leak

I am the nuclear ,the unwanted power,
i pay you according to you  care:
for how long have I served you?
Provided you the energy to carry on;
sometimes you even packaged me
and exchanged me for currency;
how many of your wars have i fought?
And when in my might you triumphed
didn't you simply answer superpower?
I am the power behind your wheel,
i keep many of your industries going,
i make your night bright like sunflower
even in your health i play my role.

But in your luxury you forget,
you just forget our agreement
and begin to neglect my care
asking me to go to hell;
you begin to push me to my enemy
as you exposed my nudity to whirlwind
and asked water to deal with me as it liked
you are like a louse that lives on hound,
that thinks he is killing the hound,
where will it live after the death of the hound?
you neglect my care, you expose yourself!

But you are master of propaganda:
for failing to play your role,
what name have you not called me?
You said I am a murderer,came out with statistics
of how many i had killed, you marked me unwanted
and went on streets to shout me down;
you are quick to talk of Fukushima;
man, man ,man,your deceit is legendary,
fire is good servant...now i understand the say.

Yes i know you art,
you know how to call things names,
when you fail at you duty,
you simply say mechanical error;
and when you don't understand people,
you simply call them primitive;  
when you don't understand the misery of God,
you simply conclude he does not exist.

No, i am not afraid of your deceit
i am comfortable with who i am
you are the one looking for me
if you still want me,you are welcome,
if you don't want me again
God knows i will not ask for you.

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My End Is Now

When I was growing up,
Daily they packed my outgrown:
Shoes, shirts,suits and trousers;
And paid me commendation
As they milled around me
Like night ants around light!

When I was geisha-guy
And my frame was fame
And my gaiety  was deity
Oh they milled around me
Like day ants around rose

When worker I was
And my table was the host
To all that delighted belly 
Oh they rounded me about
Applauded me with their belch
After my grain and grape.

Now my hairs are white
And my frame is gone
My teeth have left
Sight is dim, hearing is poor;
How quick they dessert me
Like a cinema after the show.

It is home alone
As they call me demented
The brats that once me hailed
No one to tell goodbye
Sad today I must go
My end is now.

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The Princess' Sky

''Let their beaks be bolted
Till all breath their last''
Says Lord Gaga of our sky.
So when we eye a chick below
And perch on it recoveringly
To pet the wolves in our guts
Behold their crescendo:
Die,die,die ...
But Goodloot resides at other sky 
Where with harps and hymns
Eagles lift lions like acorns.
So we shall ''do the needful''
Fly no more here but there
For there is the Princess' sky
Where eagles eat Everest
In deutsch built armoured cars.

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Faith Is a Powerful Thing

Fear not the tempest;
All powers belong to me.
In whatever situation you may be
Trust in me with all your heart
Heaven will surely lift you up.

I am that I  am is my name,
Salvation is in no other ways.

At all times remember:

Prayer is the master key;
Obedience is all I want.
Worship me without season,
Exalt my name with holiness,
Regard my word and my name,
Fellowship in the gathering of saints,
Utter not with your tongue blasphemy,
Love your neighbour as you love yourself.

Then I your God shall excel you:
High you shall be above all calamities;
In sea and on the land you will triumph.
Nations shall hear your name and bow.
God I am, yes I can; shake not in faith.

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Still the Creed

Still the creed:
That serves you salt not from tears,
That decorates you not with fakes,
That builds you castle not in the air,
Quenches your thirst not with mirage-
Buoyancy that  keeps you afloat,
Oasis from which you forever fetch-
Love is still the creed.


Still the creed:
That  gives you edge to triumph,
And buys you admiration far and near,
And stands by you in battle field
Provides you succour in distress,
Bliss like sleep,sleep like slumber;
Quoted price on paradise share-
Truth is the creed.


Still the creed:
Shield from worldly trauma
Visor against its deadly sword
Spring of honour and laurel;
Moon shines at work in the night,
Sun shines at work in the day,
Man shines by the work he does-
Work is still  the creed.


Still they are the creeds:
Work,truth and love.


23rd Nov,2014.

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Riddle : Who Is My Poet

Tell me the poet
Who comes from Malta,
Whose name is apostolic,
Who authored "The Composer",
And the "Unspoken Words".

Tell me the poet
Who is not callous,
Who is not Carl Lewis,
Whose name sounds like both.

My poet is an Adam,
My poet an Homer,
My poet is a Plato,
My poet is a rabbi,
Who is my poet?

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Queen's Forest

In Queen's forest,
squirrels thrill with their tails,
sweet fruits compete for bite.
There I shall holiday
and refill me with hunting game.




30 syls.
Name: Kayod5.
Contest title: Somewhere.
Date :10.1.15

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Egal

Egal your hurly-burly city,
Egal your stress bureaucracy;
Saturday I shall visit my garden,
Where I will bury all your plights
Like a slough snake long forgotten.

There await me rosy welcome
From my carnation and dafodil,
The sweet aroma of my lavender;
I shall kiss the beautiful stair of petals
Build by my darling ginger and tulip.

The quietude of my garden:
Dousing rain after a scorching heat,
Shall redeem me from your torture,
The amusement from the squirrels
Shall restore smile onto my face;
Under the robust cherry tree
I shall journey to the mount of thought.

And when the heavenly beam decends
To honour our weekly appointment
Like sky I will spread out my picnic mat,
Delight it with Andrea, Nette, Donna’s poems;
I will turn left and right, allowing it
To caress the gradient of my hips.

When my guest turns westward
Then  I will bless all my darlings;
I will baptise them with heavenly dew
Anoint their feet with brown-black powder
And cast out any demon perching on them.

Hoping you that wolf will roar? Egal !
I shall not think of your sausage,
Your meatpie will not come to mind;
Above my head are young breast apples,
Mangoes and banana are at alert
Ready to arrest any roaring wolf.

Egal your hurly-burly city,
Egal your stress bureaucracy;
Saturday I shall visit my garden.

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Your Light Delights Me

Your light delights me,
i say your light delights me Lord. 
Timber burns and leaves behind impotent ash,
your sun shines day to day without any ash .
Your light delights me King of kings.

When i am condensed like winter cheese,
the ray of your light makes me flow. 
When i become cold like puppy's nose,
your light restores  my heat and life. 
"I am the light , I  am the life..." 
daily i check, your words are your deed.

Rock of ages please tell me:
with what incense do you flare your light
that it is so fragrant and so comforting?
With what do you fuel your sun
that it radiates without any smoke?
Tell me the wax for your eternal light
that shines ceaselessly without any wick.

The day i lit my paraffin lamp,
smoke enveloped me like burning field.
The day i lit the candle wax,
wind extinguished my light in a jiffy.
 The day i called battery lamp a Vulcar,
 i was left in the dark holding empty cell.

But sweet is your sunlight darling Dad
that neither wind nor storm can humble.
Glorious is the ray of your light
that no cloud can shroud.

 I pray you find me a place in your sun, 
to abide and walk daily in your  light;
i pray you make your light my beacon,
that i will not miss my way and my steps.