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Of Law, Negligence, Sentiment and Sonnet

Of Law, Negligence, Sentiment & Sonnet
 (ignorantia populi est calamitas populi)

Of law, negligence, sentiment and sonnet,
Man is and must always be in commotion.
Law has given us many an asset
To mold our future with set-out notion.
Negligence camouflaged itself in Trojan House
Sanctity of law was exposed to Hiroshima.
Logic was to save glorious mother Themis
But sentiment crawled in from America.

Democracy is not always what it appears to be,
Where sentiment has blindfolded us against reason,
And what we see as reason is indeed treason
Democracy dies, and we’ll never disagree to agree.
Negligence has murdered law, and sentiment has
                           Swallowed fault
All may be lost, I fear, except my expository sonnet.

Bolaji Ramos

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Holy Georgina

Holy Georgina
Mother of Regina
Pray for me in this sanctified arena
That I may escape your Hurricane Katrina

With your scintillating fingers around my oesophagus
How do I stop your wind and take a breather?

Maybe it was I that summoned the phoenix 
From the ashes,
Granted!
I must have conjured your sleeping affection
And swung you to the realm of suffocating emotion,
Granted!
I must have tilled your wanting dry soil
And sailed you to wonderland with my toil,
Granted!

Yet, have I not evinced a crystal clear intention,
Through my dodging and parrying of your ignition,
That I defy your indiscriminate lucre demand
Or must I be blunt and outrageously spit out my reprimand?

In the morn…
You caressed me with a Circe-like embrace
That I might part with reason and pay your price
But I parried and escaped your cage.
In the noon…
You kissed my lips with the hips of the Sirens
That I might lose myself to your voyage as Odysseus
But I parried and escape your cage. 
In the dead of the night…
You romanced my sleep as the trespassing succubus 
That I might  get scavenged by your nocturnal octopus
But I parried and escaped your cage.

Maybe…
My dangling diggy and the twin pendulum
Together with their fastening frenulum  
That has rested in passivity for half a decade
Is the ultimate solace you seek in-between your bushy barricade
That you might rear a seed in my frenzied façade
While I reduce myself to a lifetime of regretful escapade. 

Holy Georgina.
Mother of Regina
Pray for me in this sanctified arena
That I may escape your Hurricane Katrina.

Bolaji Ramos
copyright 2017

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Calliopsis

CALLIOPSIS
(For M.M.E)

My calliopsis,
One beatified breath in me
A rolling ray in my race
Tender softness in my embrace

My calliopsis,
Elephantine influence in me
Dissolving magic in my blood
Thou art my victory and my sword

My calliopsis,
The only strength left in me
The Soprano in my song
The magical sweetness in my tongue 

My calliopsis,
Skeletal framework in me
Veins running my blood of life
Defender and fender of my strife

My calliopsis,
Aphrodite’s touch in me
Bringer of light to my night
Distinctive clearness in my sight

If only I could live this world
A thousand times
A thousand times
And another thousand times,
Still you will be my calliopsis,
My calico,
My callaloo,
And my calla lily.

Bolaji Ramos

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Legal Romance

LEGAL ROMANCE

Law, 
Let me plague you 
With the infectious love of my heart.
Now that I bear the aftermath of your infections,
And your cold blood boils in me 
Like a volcanic eruption,
Let me make babies in the factory of your womb.

My amorous cuddlesome arms
That carry a legal contagion with them,
Let them rip you apart in the angiospermy of my farms
Till every cell in me carries the logo of your emblem
And the semblance of your physiognomy.

Law my love,
Let me be your troubadour, 
And I will traverse all the corners of your contours.
With my fluorescent searchlights,
That can seek out all the unexplored 
Juicy regions of your legions, 
Let me be your spouse or your civil partner
Or at least your intimate cohabitant.

Allow me a minute into the gate of your thighs
And I will dig you damn deep,
Till I plant legal seeds in your flowery uteri,
And we shall fill the entire universe with prodigies
Greater than the Denning’s
Mightier than the Atkin’s
Weightier than the Uwais’s
And more Solomonic than the Tobi’s.

Law my love,
Your untainted mammary prowess
That dangles like a pendulum in their tabula rasa state,
Let it be the sole source of my resource
That waters my thirsty fountain.
Consort with me, and I will consult with you,
And let our royal consortium 
Breed in me Lilliputians strong enough to gut Gulliver.

I love you, Law my love
And I doubt if there can be a better lover. 
I love your Calliopsis hair
I love your Helen lids and lashes
I love your Cleopatra eyes
I love your Bathsheba nose
I love your Aphrodite lips
And I love the curviness of your womanness.  

Law my love,
Let me sing to you a serenade sweeter than Senghor’s,
For you are my day, my night and my Naett.
And let me enjoy the irrevocability of being—
Your stare decisis
Your res ipsa loquitur
Your res judicata
And your issue estoppel. 

-Bolaji Ramos, Esq.
 copyright 2017

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Those Words

THOSE WORDS

Those words I spoke to you were true
This day of confusion we shall not rue.
In shyness you drove away your eyes from mine
As I spoke with guilt of mine not thine.
Those words captured nights we drove aloft
With dead people around me and around your cot.
I held your heart in my cup of words
And I demanded your judgment to be passed with swords.
Not even this sonnet can this day capture
I spoke the gospel truth, damning even rapture.
With my arrow of sorrow against your heart
I still learnt there be something you hide
Though I condemn my disappointing act
Your hide is still driving my wheel as a tide.


Bolaji Ramos

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Law Is a Comic Relief

LAW IS A COMIC RELIEF

Law is a comic relief
Subtlety amidst ardent belief.

Draconian legislation
That still wriggles out an exception.

Pitiless killer
Yet cleverest healer. 

Law is a comic relief
Deus ex machina  to its own mischief.

Creator of extreme offences
That yet allows supreme defences.

Coercive jailer for life
That still gives freedom for a good strife.

If...
Insanity may be antidote for committing homicide
And intoxication could be a nostrum for patricide
And provocation may be a corrective for matricide
And necessity is a curative for avunculicide
And self-defence is a rectifier for uxoricide
And automatism is a shield for regicide
And necessity is a panacea for sororicide
And fair comment is a cure for famacide
Then Law is just nothing but a comic relief.

--Bolaji Ramos, Esq.
   Copyright 2017

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Plea Bargain

PLEA BARGAIN

If justice can be carted away on a platter of gold
And repaid with a moribund emerald,
Then let Law swallow its loquacious pride—
Let the rays of the sun drop its shines
Let the glitters of the moon hands down
And let the twinkles of the stars un-twinkle its prickles.

At the marketplace of ignominy
Law traded its most valuable destiny—
A penny paid in exchange for quashing mutiny
A  hominy given in exchange for shrinking felony
A litany offered in erasure of criminal sanctimony

Mutiny for a penny
Felony for a hominy
Sanctimony for a litany

Justice is the end, the fabrics and destiny of Law
If criminality can be bargained to legality—
A poplar will soon turn an undergrowth
A mountain will soon turn a rock
An ocean will soon turn a river
A tree will soon turn a stalk
An imago to a pupa
A pupa to a larva 
A larva to an egg
An egg to an atom

And what is left of Law is a shadow of its true self.

Mutiny for a penny
Felony for a hominy
Sanctimony for a litany


--Bolaji Ramos,Esq.

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Lucy

*LUCY
(Ending what William Wordsworth started)

VI.

THE GRAVE to me is happy home
For aged, but not to thee.
For thee, my daffodil, in Rome—
It cuts me off my glee.

Dreamt have I of the sinking moon
While stars blossom up high,
I saw thee descending so soon
To Mother Earth to lie.

This dirge, my Lucy, goes to thee—
Motionless like statue
And never more, I know, will be
My glare on thy virtue.

Tell fierce Nature my dear Lucy
The love for thee I breed,
That now the only catch for me
Be to join thee as seed. 


Bolaji Ramos

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*William Wordsworth wrote a poem titled ‘Lucy’ in Germany in 1799. The poem has five parts. My own ‘Lucy’ is the continuation of  Wordsworth’s, and hence it is the sixth part and it was written in 2017-- that is, 218 years later.

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Your Head Over My Shoulder

YOUR HEAD OVER MY SHOULDER
 (for M.M.E)

Your head over my shoulder;
And my mind was blown yonder.
Sensation struck me like thunder,
Lost I was in your world of wooing wonder.
Even though I might have played a pretender,
To this influence of your eloquence so tender,
Heaven knows  your head over my shoulder
Eases  my stress, my mess and my going asunder.

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The Call

THE CALL

Yesterday after the call,
I did not care again to sink forever
With the moribund moon,
Encapsulated by this deathly cloud.

I reviewed the journey so far-
Past and present,
And I saw that the future
Was bright blue sky but without the stars.

Night, 
And I wept the tears of a bambino
In the darkness of my heart,
To the darkness of my heart
Through the dungeon of my heart
Till at last I died in the heart.

I will die a thousand deaths
Before my call!
I must die a thousand deaths
Before my call!
I have died a thousand deaths
Since I received the call,

But I have received no single burial,
For only in the grave of your heart,
Can I rest in perfect peace.

Bolaji Ramos