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Poet In a Pool of Love

Poet in a Pool of Love
...... For You Ajinle

A
jin
le

When my yearning becomes a letter
Of love inside the dust of time
This lyric will deliver my affection to you
Ajinle the precious daughter of Adegboye
For love is always love
For two dreaming hearts
When their hearts never departs each other
When the cloud of love erupt their minds.

Ajinle
Love is not for coward hearts
Love is not for fragile minds
When I thought how I love you in silence
My heart beat faster
My spirit linger through your undiscovers planet
I found myself in a pool of love

Ajinle
When my song becomes a melody of joy
It is because of you!
My poems are not for ragged - minds
But I will read dirge if you departs my life
Or, is their anything to compare with the absence of love?

A
jin
le,
Our love and present-shadow is a destiny of tomorrow
Though we are way-farers

By,
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.
Note: Ajinle 'Yoruba linage for female'
          Adegboye: 'Royal name belong to monarch family'

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Sometimes In June

Sometimes in June

It was a lovely June morning;
Little woolly clouds drifted high up in the sky,
The air was full of sweet scents,
Small groves and groups of trees,
Silence like little lambs.

It was a lovely June morning;
Day had broken,
Cold and gray,
Exceedingly cold and gray,
No sun nor hint of sun,
It was a clear day.

It was a lovely June morning;
I gazed about other creatures in solitary,
An intangible pall over the face of other creatures,
Subtle gloom that surrounded man’s life,
The joyous in the mist of other nature,
Deep thought and tearful happy,
Slowly blush the past event away.

By
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.

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Beggars' Voice

BEGGARS' VOICE

We are here!
Under the muggy weather
With my fellow 'Battu bearer'
Roaming from street to street,
place to place,
and City to City
For our daily bread.

We are here again!
'We',
indispensable members of this naytion
With our broken calabash,
Fallen stick,
And creamy rags
On our dangling neck.

At night, when the shining sun retired
And returned to his bed
We returned to our open mansion
With our fragile mat
Lying under the regime of cooling breeze
to injects us
And for our little landlords
to sucks from the little streams
on our fragmented body.

We are here!
Under the sicken policy
of our able saviour
that enrich their swollen stomach
irrespective of the country-men
with there oppressive jeeps
and shiny silent action automobile
Under the ultra lavish mansions.

By
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A

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Tears of Absence To Oyedokun Simeon: My Beloves Friend

Tears of Absence
To
Oyedokun Simeon: My Beloved
friend
when my yearning becomes a
letter
Lost inside dust of time
This poem will deliver my feeling
To you Simeon the son of
Oyedokun
For home is always home,
For only those who stay
when flame of war erupts
Frienship is not for coward
And struggle is not for fragile
hearts
Life is not always smooth sailing
It has its ups and downs,
Smiles and frows
There is no success without
failure
Hardship and pain, you have to
endure
Don't give up!
Simeon, when my song becomes
a melody
Of tears it is only because of
you!
My poem is not for pall - bearers
But I read dirge in your absence
Or is there anything to compare
with
Absence of the death?
But we won't die the son of
Oyedokun
For our friendship is a destiny
of tomorrow
Through we are way - farers
Simeon, Remember! Remember!!
Greate things could be achieve
tonight
we need to struggle with all our
might
Though when everything
becomes cloudy
Surely, we would reach the top
And succeed one day.
Written by: Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.

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Eulogy To Mrs Aminat Olaboopo

EULOGY TO MRS (Ph.D) ALIHAJA, AMINAT OLABOOPO                                        
I
From ‘Asabari’, I stand on the moon
Blowing the flute of ‘Okere’
Telling the tale of your heroic arrival.
Through the river of Osun – Osogbo
I paddle your name, crossing the boundary
Of pilgrimage journey.
Olaboopo, daughter of Alabi-Amo.
They say you are crimson
an ember clad in colour of scarlet
some say black - a coal coated in colour of darkness
But I say no!
Your garment is that of green colour.
Singing the anthem of liberty and hope
Who then say our land has not got a freedom fighter?
Fighting the course to victory.
Aminah,
You are the moving train of lights
Your heart is the Canterbury of holy grails
You are the sage of season, dove among human creature.
You are the griot of Sahara
Your rhetoric the mantra of holy apostles
Calling drunk mortals away from their shamed Babylon.
	II
Olaboopo.
From the womb of your mother
you’ve tamed knowledge to your heart
tamed the truth to your belly
You’ve found fecundity, father of all.
You’ve swallowed the sacred egg of wisdom,
Now you are goddess whom from the heavy arm
Of his lore the sun of new dawn rises.
Ayobami,
I weave my mind under the ushering of the wind 
To gather the fire-wood of your wisdom retold,
that zinced the wounds of weeded grounds.
Your words are like sheds a mystery of words.
A wisdom we hold, that have sowed the
Beards of many hearts,
Drinking from your ‘Igba’ [two hundred] of
Noble words.
Mama.
I will always make my saliva
A libation at the shrine of your 
Beowulf being.
So the day of my fame can be long.
Olaboopo.
My grandmother once fore-told
When the rain will cloud
Hmm, 
he who knows not herbs call
It bush leaf.
My grandfather once, said my son,
Ile ni awo ki ato so omo ni oruko.
Amina,
Don’t say I called you by name
Kings are called by name
Mama, may you munch kolanut for long.
May you rub grey hair with palm,
May you live long as ‘Iroko’ in thick forest.
          III
Olaboopo.
Ignorant men do not blow the horn
It’s griots, men of armpit
Made of folklores and history.
If I stand on this threshold as your winsome face
Do not see me as itinerant bard
Singing songs for juggling cowries.
I hold the pledge of my song for people
Of  noble source people like you,
Fulcrum setting world on moving path.
Ayobami
You are the syllables
At the tiny eye of my
Golden pen.

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Polithiefcians Are Here Again

Polithiefcians are 
here
again
The 
polithiefcians 
here
again with guns
The blood of 
innocents
about to be 
flowing again.
In the silent 
breeze mouth
about to stop 
chewing
And body about 
to be
tormented by 
hungry
dearth

The 
polithiefcians are 
here
again
Villages, cities 
and streets
about silenced 
like
mooless night
The battle 
mongers and
country dogs 
about
obeying their 
masters like
sheep in the 
hand of
shepard
Without 
considering
where nail that 
pinches the
poor
But skew against 
down
trodden for 
reward of
'thank you Oga'
Vermin of 
leaders that loot
public money 
into foreign
account
in the air-
conditioned
they live and 
forget those
at the back

The 
politheifcians are 
here
again
To leave the 
country in
another anguish 
and cry
To leave us in 
another
bombshell of 
painful
solitary-war 
without
solace
The 
polithiefcians are 
here
again indeed
But only to 
make murmur
of lies to silence 
our
clamour
Before the 
election they
came to our 
house at
night,
From streets to 
streets
From hamlet to 
hamlet
They lured us 
with their
sugared smiles
and a well 
crafted bill
boards and 
poster around
And jingles to 
ensure us
But in return 
they come
back like leopard 
about to
devour us.
Written by: 
Ajeyemi
Wasiu .A.
Edited by 
Rahman Toheeb
Note: I decides 
to use 
polithiefcians 
instead of 
politician due to 
the way our 
political leader 
loot our 
resources into 
their private 
account.
Abiola.

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The Bride Song

THE BRIDE’S SONG
Reaching the market place 
My waist-bead snaps
My wrapper unties
	
Take the beads to my husband’s mother
	This wrapper I must tie again
	For life’s jewel must be hidden
Not left to the wishful stare 
	Of a watchful world

Baba, thank you to day 
For the kindnesses of many years
Going am I now to my husband
The son of Ajeyemi whose yams 
Wrestle heaps to the ground 
Owner of the powerful machete 
Whose maize drills the molars 
My calabash tray will give way
Coming back from his farm.
Like seasoned warriors
The son of warrior behind Amule
The son of brave one in dense of Oloogun
	
I go now
	To the house of a man
	Who has yams in his barn
	And children between his grains
	A solid man who pins you down
	With a penis stronger than an iron bar
	Fresh from the fertile forge.

I go now 
And the moon is witness to my leaving 
Before this moon bears the first cock
My belly would be round
Like ground- mother’s laden bound
	
Tell husband’s mother
	I will take full throated cock
	When the first night’s sheet glows
	With the virtue of many years

Children playing in the moonlight
Are the dreams of a maiden’s womb
Child is honour, child is gold
The bouncing seed of tomorrow’s harvest
	
May my back never know 
The pain of the mat.  
By
Ajeyemi Wasiu Ajewumi.
©2017

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Lovelorn

Since it was you my heart 
was
given
since it was you
In a cloudy night
And a whistling wind
In all thin season
Why today you abash me 
like
dried leaves
You pierce my heart in
shambolic manner
You contempt my heart like
gloomed flowers.
It is you!
The distresses of my mind
Your beauty bisects my 
heart in
solitary ecstasy
Your beauty that 
brightens the
African sky
Make my love bodacious 
like
summer night
Like costly garment and 
African
attire
Like invaluable jewel 
hanging on
Black damsel's neck
Since it was you
You anomalous attitude 
cannot
infuriate me
But to conjure me.

Written by: Ajeyemi 
Wasiu .A.

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Polithiefcian

Watch out for another 
poem tittled 'polithiefcian 
are here again' the poem 
that satirize how our 
political god-fathers/
leaders loot our public 
funds in to their private 
account(s). Latest 
tomorrow

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The Native of the Streets

The Native of the Streets

I am the native of the streets
Alien among people 

Like lost cows 
On the hand of fulanis

I am the four cardinal points
That set on everyone forehead
  
By
 Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.
  
Fulanis ( Nomadic people)