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Folagbade Abitogun Poem
Looking back to that year
Remembering and beholding the pain
I was gripped with fear
Even while in the coolness of the rain
It was worst
But it could have been just bad
As I felt as though my heart would burst
And it was way too sad
I got little chance to express
But a disaster it would be to go on
Then I made effort to suppress
The tears of moving on
I looked at the cloudy sky
It was as though I was threatened
To say goodbye
Or be regretfully battered
We departed and waved
Then we didn't see each other until now
And when I realized I have not waived
My mouth threw out a wow
As fresh as the memory could be
I remembered my sweet thoughts of you
And then it occured to me
That I still love you
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Folagbade Abitogun Poem
Lies lies lies
Easily and swiftly they flow out
And never will they stop
Until the stoppage of life
Like the blood from the jugular
They have no potency
Rather are they independent
But they spread magnanimously
Like the cancerous cells
Their soothing effects
To the heart of the hearer
Great and not unenjoyable
Like the feeling when you diddle
Lies lies lies
They don't reproduce
But they are reproduced
Like a series of overrunning echoes
They are not scary
Rather are they violent
Yet they kick the heart of the bearer
Like a player hits the ball
You don't love them
But when you hear some
You give a warm welcome
Like to a dishy maiden knocking at
your door
Non-energetic as they are
The carry powerful effects
Inciting disparate reactions
Like a refree's decision
You send them the invitation
Even when they should not come
Because they are easy to come by
Like lipstick paints on ladies' lips
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Folagbade Abitogun Poem
I gulp a flame of desire
At the sight of your ecclesiastical attire
Being proxy for a pacifier
That elicits a comfort for my quagmire
Your smile, your smile
A sun in a darkened profile
A moon that illuminates the eventide.
Oh lily of the while
You let your movement twist my writing style
And your utterances, parch my bile
Your cheek,
Comely and with a perfect sleek
It brings forth my devotion like to a holy week
My arteries gape and tweak...
When your eyes greet my eyes in streak
And I feel your eyes can unbend an oblique
When you call my name, l inhale peace
Right from the direction of your sheen anatomical masterpiece.
It flows into my centrepiece
And makes me say "how I need this! "
This aura of hightened affection
Induces my heart's rhythm section
My pulse beats to the sequence of your rock n' roll session
Your complexion,
Makes me want to have no objection
To any of your imperfection
But to uphold your perfection
Your entirety is graced
Euphoric and grippingly fun-aced
Your pulchritude is emphatically embraced
And your probity, well showcased
Appeals to my aftertaste
Once have you spoken, twice have I heard
Like you stole the password
Securing my ghost word
From where I will fangle your byword
Please don't make it your watchword
Rather let us build on the foreword
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Folagbade Abitogun Poem
A silencer that speaks not of itself
Waiting for the beckoning to come
It shuts its ears from speech
But listens to the heart
Where comes the enticement
You perceive it like its the enticer
You see it like it is inescapable
But fail to remember its helplessness
By the ignorance of the fact
That it waits
It smiles
At the conversations of the heart of
some
Who sit on the fence
But gets a setback by those of others
Who have crossed on
You give it the power to leap
From the point where it waits
To the beckoning heart
By the inexistence of willpower
Which is revealed in thoughts
Like a magnet, it leaps
Straight into the weak heart
Cheerfully gives out its pseudo
strength
And engulfs the strength in the heart
With which it is able to do more
Which puts a smile on its lean face
It shakes it tails
At the sight of the weak heart
But shivers at the sight of the
courageous one
Which makes it a coward
Which joys at the weakness of the
weak.
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Folagbade Abitogun Poem
Its morning time
But getting up has no drive
Trying to keep my eyes open
I feel such heaviness
Heaviness!
I don't know where it lies
Also am I not sure, of what?
Whether its there
But I feel it
Such heaviness in my eyes
Even the bright light
Shinning through my window
Is not enough to clear it
And I simply turn my back
At night I have set my alarm
Hoping to jump at its sound in the
morning
But I simply throw my hand at the
clock
And off it goes
I lift my hand to put off the alarm
But I now feel my body as the
heaviest thing in the world
That I can't lift from the bed
And out of the sleep that I am not
fully into
My organs are working
But my muscles can't get to do
enough
And I feel as though they are tied
All these thoughts and feelings run
through me
Which shows I am not totally asleep
But I still can't get up
When I finally get up, I think;
How can something as simple as
sleep be difficult to get out of
No answer
But a wondering mind.
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Folagbade Abitogun Poem
In the strange land of mother earth
Where the creatures there dwell in
obscurity
While some rear the eagerness to
break open the veil
Some rare the solicitousness of the
fate of the unknownness
Where we find ourselves
A foreordained deed of mother
nature
Feels shunned by the ignorant hearts
of men
But learning nature's ways is open to
the one
Who puts his heart in the
unidentified
And his brain in the island of
knowledge
I am strange, you are strange
Surely not to mother nature
But to who?
To even the unsung feelings we
nurse
In our innocent minds and hearts
Towards each other
Even though our hearts
Have been connected by nature
Which birth us
Mother nature has done a great deed
Birthing and connecting us
But our hearts have been kept away
From the hidden fact of nature's
deeds
No matter how long we estrange
nature's deeds
Realizing the truth of the unknown is
failsafe
And nature can never be cheated
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Folagbade Abitogun Poem
I sit and think
How do I function?
I have no source of answer
Except you
You give me full details about me
That I don't even know
I love you
But some hate you
You don't care if you are hated
Because the fact still remains
That you know about everyone
And you can never go blank
I care about you with my whole heart
And you supply me with information
Even about a stranger
That is not yet born
Others struggle to overshadow you
You don't struggle with them
Yet they can't get there
They deny you
Buy you remain their origin
Those who learn your ways
You make them great helpers
Not for yourself
But to everyone
Even to those who hate you
If you don't exist
Darkness will rule
If your ways are not learnt
Men will die
Many will say
Oh! I am greater
Oh! I can do this and you can't
But they forget that without you
They would not have been born
Many generations have passed
The world's population increases by the day
Those who have learnt your ways
Made this possible
If nobody had learnt your ways
The world's population would have decreased
Because the knowledge of you
Brings about studies
Studies!
Studies!!
About what does and does not affect man
Science is life
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Folagbade Abitogun Poem
I do not want my dreams
Because they are not where I come
from
I do not want to go to my nightmares
Because I dread them
My eyes want to shut down
But I quickly open them
And as I lie on my bed
In the darkness of the night
The sound of the crickets I hear
Are like an introduction to my
nightmares
I can't shut my ears
And they can't shut their mouths
I do not fear the night
I do not hate sleep
I do not dislike the crickets' sounds
But I dread my nightmares
And I don't want my dreams
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