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| LOLADE AJAYI(the lady) WINNER POEM OF THE MONTH |
THE DAY EKO DIED
(POEM OF THE MONTH)
Like
the purr of a cat
Is the cry of a new born
And like the whine of a dog
Is the wail of a mourner
So like the tears of a croc
Shed Eko's family
The night he died
We heard two voices in our head
One, a sorrowful tenor
Raised for a heirless throne
The other, a sonorous bass
Demanding his assets declaration
Little did we know
That Bobo Eko bedded at Bariga
The slave trader's wife from Portugal
Before wed-lucking
Ikorodu to Ojodu
Iyana'ba went with Yaba
While Ojota chose Okota
And even our neighbor,
Abule Egba Fell for Ojuelegba
After the ninth mile
Out popped a wee one
The seed of sin is born
Rechristened LAGOS
Hallelujah! Our voices rise
In uniformed grieve
For no longer,
Can Obalende stay in Mende
Nor Oyingbo couple with Ejigbo
Chasms now exists
Between Ajah and Ipaja
This tabooed nightmare
Can only end with a revolution
By the incestuous offsprings
Aptly named after their giddy nature
So to your forte oh Gidians!.
Is the cry of a new born
And like the whine of a dog
Is the wail of a mourner
So like the tears of a croc
Shed Eko's family
The night he died
We heard two voices in our head
One, a sorrowful tenor
Raised for a heirless throne
The other, a sonorous bass
Demanding his assets declaration
Little did we know
That Bobo Eko bedded at Bariga
The slave trader's wife from Portugal
Before wed-lucking
Ikorodu to Ojodu
Iyana'ba went with Yaba
While Ojota chose Okota
And even our neighbor,
Abule Egba Fell for Ojuelegba
After the ninth mile
Out popped a wee one
The seed of sin is born
Rechristened LAGOS
Hallelujah! Our voices rise
In uniformed grieve
For no longer,
Can Obalende stay in Mende
Nor Oyingbo couple with Ejigbo
Chasms now exists
Between Ajah and Ipaja
This tabooed nightmare
Can only end with a revolution
By the incestuous offsprings
Aptly named after their giddy nature
So to your forte oh Gidians!.
LOLADE AJAYI
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EXTREMES
Welcome to the land of dreams
Where everything is as it seems
We have lots of packages in store
Some of which we deliver to reality's door
Come under our canopy
Live out your fantasy
We have stock around the clock
And most times we walk the talk
You need a vacation
Let's know the location
No place is too far
Be it on a shooting star
Or even in a flying car
Accidents leave no permanent scars
You can even hang out with the Avatar
Plus we also keep memoirs
So you can rewind and edit if it gets too bizarre
But its also important to note
You can't always handle the remote
We can change your location
If you require special information
We also wipe out your memory if need be
After all you no pay ... All services are free
Now and then it can be scary or sad
As long as you wake up..just be glad
As sometimes you have to check out the other way
Hmmm rough play hope not today
So special offers on display
Are free visas to the uk and usa
An oil block for your birthday
And you can now change peoples DNA
Hope you enjoy your stay!
ERHIO
Welcome to the land of dreams
Where everything is as it seems
We have lots of packages in store
Some of which we deliver to reality's door
Come under our canopy
Live out your fantasy
We have stock around the clock
And most times we walk the talk
You need a vacation
Let's know the location
No place is too far
Be it on a shooting star
Or even in a flying car
Accidents leave no permanent scars
You can even hang out with the Avatar
Plus we also keep memoirs
So you can rewind and edit if it gets too bizarre
But its also important to note
You can't always handle the remote
We can change your location
If you require special information
We also wipe out your memory if need be
After all you no pay ... All services are free
Now and then it can be scary or sad
As long as you wake up..just be glad
As sometimes you have to check out the other way
Hmmm rough play hope not today
So special offers on display
Are free visas to the uk and usa
An oil block for your birthday
And you can now change peoples DNA
Hope you enjoy your stay!
ERHIO
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DREAMING REALITY
In the theater of
realities dreams are born
To the dreamer and
the realist
In slumber or
wakefulness
The ambers are
fanned
To glorious end or
palling inanity
Love died on the
altar of greed
For greed is in
deaths embrace
To love and to
cherish
To unite in death
Until the void bid
them depart
In the ego of the
lost
Dreams are realities
of tomorrow
Laughed at most
often but real enough
I will dream in this
wakefulness
In this parallel
universe
Within touching
distance
Of the living and
the dead
Opportunities lost
in this short time
Mended also within
this short time
In this theater
Where we meet
Walk with me in the
city of gold within
Where gold are
virtues and Love is king
And we will no
longer dream this dream
But live the dream
For dreams are real
Ifeanyi Okwosha
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LET’S PLAY PRETEND
Let’s play a game
Of pretend
Let’s pull up
Musical chairs of decent
Lies
And dance around conversations
That pry
Let’s
Shall we play?
This game of care
Less
Tongues raised
Eyes laden with rain
Yet stay
Let’s pretend
To raise a fist
But whisper there
Be
Just be
Must we play?
This game of yes
Pretend
To pray
That the fear will disappear
But forget
Spots will ever remain
On this leopard
Let’s play pretend
And say
Those dreams
These dreams
Her dreams
Of tender
Soft
Beautiful
For
ever
Are invalid
We play pretend
cause
Even she pretends
That it’s become a nightmare.
KEMIBON
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WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE
OF
They ask what’s sugar made of
I
ask if they’ve ever seen her smile
I
wanted to know
If
they’ve seen the power of softness
Happiness
dissolving on the lips.
Before
the man confessed he fell
He
first started to slip
And
when the dreams came
He
discovered he is still not asleep
I
know they have questions
But
it is hard to share visions
It
is easy to follow visuals
Flow
with the tide
And
be led deep into the oceans
It’s
easy to look into her eyes
And
describe your future
Because
Your
words hence
Are
seen to be filled with confidence
Acting
so cool
As
warmth becomes heat in a tropical continent
When
joy emerges from a soul
It
begins to isolate
It
places you on a tree
And
makes you see life going on down below
You
might be bellowed at
Someone
somewhere telling you to please be awake
To
not fall into the mud
To
always be conscious of what is at stake
And
then she tells them
This
is a state of consciousness
Dreams
beckoning on life
You
have to be alive to make it happen
Throwing
stones skywards
Beckoning
on a tree to let go of an apple
Loving,
is a deed for the living
It
erases sin
Often
at the meeting of eyes,
So
there won’t be a need to say all has been forgiven
Some
people are describing perfections
But
those on the journey are not asking for directions
A
heart has its own maps
Its
fuel is maintaining a clasp
Two
hands joined as Siamese would
Two
souls melting into one, as bangles often make a wrist do
They
ask what dreams are made of
I
tell them, it happens when eyes have seen enough
And
a soul can describe its destination
It
is when it stops walking alone
It
is when it is happy to duck stones
And
caress its treasures
It
is when it is happy to not measure its pleasures
It
is when a giver opens up to receive
It
is the faith in the future, in which we are yet to live
It
is when both head and heart discover a melting point
A
loosening of rations
An
easy steer of stirring emotions
Devotions
forever preceded by a smile
A
quickened pace found at the feet of time
Rejuvenations,
secret jubilations
Body,
mind and soul in collaboration
It
is the switching of gears
Of a
life experiencing eternal elevation…
AKEEM ADETAYO OYALOWO
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SYMPHONY OF
DREAMS
On the outskirts
of town
lies a spoonful of dreams,
at the crossroads
the troubadour will find
the true shape of things.
I’m on my way,
they say love is spreading
over the world.
I listened to the radio,
they say clothes don’t make a man,
So I go naked
to the old town
to fetch a bowl of summer sunshine;
to begin again.
lies a spoonful of dreams,
at the crossroads
the troubadour will find
the true shape of things.
I’m on my way,
they say love is spreading
over the world.
I listened to the radio,
they say clothes don’t make a man,
So I go naked
to the old town
to fetch a bowl of summer sunshine;
to begin again.
Dreams call out
to me,
they call me into the ocean
of your smiles.
Love is a lonely harbor,
regrets are ports;
but this is no song for injured love.
This is a symphony of the forest,
the wayfarers passage to life.
The masquerade is over,
tonight is a Moondance
at the garden of remembrance.
Tonight is for wandering of the womb,
for walking the clouds of unknowing,
for seeing with broken eyes.
they call me into the ocean
of your smiles.
Love is a lonely harbor,
regrets are ports;
but this is no song for injured love.
This is a symphony of the forest,
the wayfarers passage to life.
The masquerade is over,
tonight is a Moondance
at the garden of remembrance.
Tonight is for wandering of the womb,
for walking the clouds of unknowing,
for seeing with broken eyes.
Tonight,
the cursed,
withering and wishing
shall gather fragments.
the cursed,
withering and wishing
shall gather fragments.
I’ll sing for
dinner,
savor a drop of silence,
and drink the midnight mist,
for I know the solace of shadows.
Tonight is for fleeing the bloodlust,
to plant a seed in the womb of fertile fantasies.
Tonight,
I go,
searching,
seeking,
reaching as always;
tracing back roots,
of fire,
flesh
and bone.
savor a drop of silence,
and drink the midnight mist,
for I know the solace of shadows.
Tonight is for fleeing the bloodlust,
to plant a seed in the womb of fertile fantasies.
Tonight,
I go,
searching,
seeking,
reaching as always;
tracing back roots,
of fire,
flesh
and bone.
I’ve been around
for too long,
so no asking from broken statutes,
no looking into mirrors,
I’ll find directions in your eyes.
Tonight,
we dance,
we dance
to the symphony of dreams,
we’ll let the music set us free,
So at dawn,
we can sleep,
when we are dead.
so no asking from broken statutes,
no looking into mirrors,
I’ll find directions in your eyes.
Tonight,
we dance,
we dance
to the symphony of dreams,
we’ll let the music set us free,
So at dawn,
we can sleep,
when we are dead.
SOONEST NATHANIEL
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DREAMS
Dreams are always kings of thrones
Dreams are always savior of domes
Both in laxity and scarcity of wants
Dreams takes us to the path of righteousness
Dreams enslaves us to the path of loneliness
It is a source of new revolution
As though it leads to contentment
Living our heart and soul to wrath
Dreams are always testament of old book
Dreams are always testament of new book
Both in the ancient and modern life of faith
Dreams takes us to the grave of restiveness
Dreams enslave us to the grave of forgetfulness
It is a source of new life debt
As though it leads to a new generation
Living our heart and soul to the wind
Dreams are always tempters of your life
Dreams are always prompters of your future
Both in the darkest and brightest hour
Dreams takes us to the place of promise
Dreams enslave us to the place of torment
It is a source of a new redemption
As though it leads to a new salvation
Living our heart and soul to the trinity
Dreams are always death to sickness
Dreams are always death to weakness
Both in the dress and stress of life
Dreams takes us to the doom of holiness
Dreams enslave us to the doom of laziness
It is a source of a new freedom
As though it leads to a new obituary
Living our heart and soul to resurrection
Dreams are always blessing to us
Dreams are always temptation to us
Both in noontime and harvest time
Dreams chase our homes to crumbs
Dreams scares us into a wake of revenge
It is a source of eternal punishment
As though it leads to unconsciousness
Living our heart and soul to pieces
Dreams are always messages to us
Dreams are always painful to us
Both in imagination and stress free life
Dreams mends our broken heart
Dreams makes our days countable
It is a source of demonic attack
As though it leads to wealth or debt
Living our heart and soul to depth
Dreams are always setback to attack
Dreams are always heroes of life
Both in chariot and procrastination
Dreams takes the flight of death
Dreams sends the sight of wealth
It is a source of juvenile discovery
As though it leads to wisdom of foolishness
Living our heart and soul to wishes
UBONABASI
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WHO WAS THAT?
That was just announced?
Announced as the winner?
Winner of the coveted award?
Award meant for real achievers?
Me?
That was just announced?
Announced as the winner?
Winner of the coveted award?
Award meant for real achievers?
Me?
This
is certainly a dream.
A dream come true.
Truly I have toiled and worked.
But works more befitting competed.
Competed for the grand prize.
Mine?
A dream come true.
Truly I have toiled and worked.
But works more befitting competed.
Competed for the grand prize.
Mine?
Excitement
enveloped the air
The microphone buzzing
The mammoth crowd cheering
My steps to the podium pleasing
Familiar faces frowning
You?
The microphone buzzing
The mammoth crowd cheering
My steps to the podium pleasing
Familiar faces frowning
You?
And
the winner is...
"Arise buddy; for daylight beckons
A little more slumber
We would miss the train."
"Ah, mo ji!"
"Arise buddy; for daylight beckons
A little more slumber
We would miss the train."
"Ah, mo ji!"
Hailfred!
FREDERICKS
DARE
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TENDRILS OF DREAMS
In a foreign land
Stranger here I stand
On tendrils of dreams
And sinking sand.
Not knowing left from right
They say its not by power or might.
Where do I find refuge from fear?
Where do I go from here?
In a foreign land
Stranger here I stand
On tendrils of dreams
And sinking sand.
Not knowing left from right
They say its not by power or might.
Where do I find refuge from fear?
Where do I go from here?
INCREASE NATHANIEL
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THE LIBERATION
CHANTS OF ORUKU
Tell the old men of Oruku to thread wisely
Tell them not to be miserly with the truth
Tell them that the young men now dream dreams
Tell them that the young men now read tea leaves
Tell them that Afor has learnt to lie
Tell them that Eke has been made to fly
Tell them that Nkwo in a heap of lies now lie
And that Orie now only speak with sighs
Let them know that now we live our dreams
Our dreams are now full bursting at the seams
The seam of our garments now sweep the floors
And in the future our names will be told in ‘lores
Let them know that their lean dreams
And their mean rules mean nothing again
They cannot ruthlessly bind us again
We are now free to pursue our gains
Tell them that their amadioha has no hold on us
Their incantaions of misery are now held in a pause
We now look only upward and forward towards our dreams
And that their culture of oppression is now lost
Tell them to beware!
That we are now aware
We will no longer buy their wares
For at this time it’s only truth we wear
Sons do not now be weary
Do not lust their lust for evil
Now lets call each other brother
Now lets treat each other like a brother
Oruku will be great again!
CHISOM
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THE CHARMING LADY
You may know a certain lady who walks with charm, most of the
time.
We meet her in our dreams, dancing with beauty and respect,
hair swaying with peace and then she wakes us up.
The greeks call her the Charities.
They say she is three in one,
Not the Trinity this time;
But Agalia,
No, not the rose,
The goddesses; Thalia and Euphrosyne and Agalia
She brought me glory and she offered me good cheer and joy
I forgot her in habit’s cruel hold
As Heman Hesse calls it
Distracted by the subway over and over again
Without stopping to think of her
Now that I think
When I was with just her,
I looked old with Droopy’s slow hands
But my heart
My heart was filled
She told me that etiquette is for all genders.
That growth comes when we craft together
She asked me to run when danger lurks at the corner
She forced me to not leap before I look
She told me, “He will be with us now and forever”
She said to me, “forget Scooby Snacks child
You don’t need them, only Scooby Doo did,
Sylvester the Cat’s lisp doesn’t stop him from talking
Neither did Elmer Fudd renounce his tongue
nor give up on himself because he calls Bugs Bunny, Wabbit”
She asked me to Watch and Pray
And be a better person like Daffy the Black Duck because
There is a light at the end of this tunnel we call life
She made sure you see,
That she reminded me,
that she was and still is by me,
His Amazing Grace
BIOLA
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OF FEET AND SENSES
I was beaten senseless
The other day when I spake of common sense
Truth, not much of it dwells around here
To say the least, less than 30 percent possess it
I said to their stare
Oblivious of the presence of the village hulk
His presence alone some bulk
With eyes as red as hell
Face as ugly as evil
How could I have missed the sight
Despite his height
I went on lambasting the our leaders past
Never again!
No Never again!
Yes! Never again!
Whoa!!!
He sounded me to reality
Even before a point could be made
Sounds of splashes
Water dripping down my face like rain
As I lay amid a sea of eyes
Washing me as though I could never be clean
Their piercing eyes upon my soul
As if my life to take
I fell back into the reality of their piercing intent
Creating a dream to save my soul
My soul alert and alive upon the folly
After all, common sense
Around here, is still uncommon
When the moment arrive
My heart and my soul conversed with my feet
And the outcome is here for you to see.
ILUPEJU
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HE'S GOT CHARM
He's got charm so he is called prince charming.
The perfect gentleman in dream land.
I speak of Amadioha the thunder god!
The perfect gentleman in dream land.
I speak of Amadioha the thunder god!
Only in her dreams, did she see him
Where he looked handsome and strong.
At dawn she still sees him after her squint from dreamland
Six-packed, facial beard-gang, sweet smile
Where he looked handsome and strong.
At dawn she still sees him after her squint from dreamland
Six-packed, facial beard-gang, sweet smile
Amadioha kin of Sango
You would be missed now that she's stopped dreaming.
The wind would be missed, that fellow that accompanies Amadioha.
The gentle fire exhaled in his breath would be missed.
In his eyes are blood, so sensual it would sweep any lady off their feet!
You would be missed now that she's stopped dreaming.
The wind would be missed, that fellow that accompanies Amadioha.
The gentle fire exhaled in his breath would be missed.
In his eyes are blood, so sensual it would sweep any lady off their feet!
Wake!
You are only dreaming
Only in dreams would Amadioha be benevolent
Only in dreams does he fail to speak
Not for speech impairedness but for a fact
You won't understand his language.
If he spoke, you are sure to remain mute
His voice is a glory of storms and lightning
Striking friends, killing kids, and soothing enemies
You are only dreaming
Only in dreams would Amadioha be benevolent
Only in dreams does he fail to speak
Not for speech impairedness but for a fact
You won't understand his language.
If he spoke, you are sure to remain mute
His voice is a glory of storms and lightning
Striking friends, killing kids, and soothing enemies
I know your heart belongs to Amadioha.
I know you love him...
Not that I am jealous, but I desired you loved me too, like you do him
I'll give all to make my voice roar brimstones and startle the market square like your Amadioha would
How can i, like Amadioha make magic
Send rain the farmer's way,delight him and then kill him at fall for summer's pleasure
Rage in thunder striking the lame leaving the strong
I know you love him...
Not that I am jealous, but I desired you loved me too, like you do him
I'll give all to make my voice roar brimstones and startle the market square like your Amadioha would
How can i, like Amadioha make magic
Send rain the farmer's way,delight him and then kill him at fall for summer's pleasure
Rage in thunder striking the lame leaving the strong
I am not prince charming neither am I hunch-backed
I could be rooted in your heart like the third mainland bridge if you let me
Let me boast, I am capable of burning trees down while listening to leaves whisper a skill you'll probably call weeding
I could be rooted in your heart like the third mainland bridge if you let me
Let me boast, I am capable of burning trees down while listening to leaves whisper a skill you'll probably call weeding
You need to know this about me...
Like a mortal I fear to die but I have news for you...
Immortals, whom you choose over me fear to die too
If they didn't, they won't seek devotees
They won't eat our sacrificial offerings at road junctions
Neither would they demand veneration and propitiation of any kind
They won't proudly call themselves ancestors
Like a mortal I fear to die but I have news for you...
Immortals, whom you choose over me fear to die too
If they didn't, they won't seek devotees
They won't eat our sacrificial offerings at road junctions
Neither would they demand veneration and propitiation of any kind
They won't proudly call themselves ancestors
My world is no pot of honey neither is it wrapped in gall
If you give me the chance I might be your immortal, your
Amadioha
And you'll only have to feed me roasted yam and palm oil
I can make fire too, only that I'll make mine crouching dog-style till my knuckles chuckle and fail
And you'll only have to feed me roasted yam and palm oil
I can make fire too, only that I'll make mine crouching dog-style till my knuckles chuckle and fail
But instead you choose Amadioha the god thunder
Whom I can easily destroy just by speaking common Christianese
I have chosen not to be a jealous lover and I have decided to share you happily with your dear Amadioha
Farewell, return to your dream
Hope you enjoy life with him there.
I hope you tickle him from arm-pit to torso
So he'll fight for you.
I await the ceremonies day when you'll be dressed up and married off to him and then returned to me after he has been appeased and tricked into divorcing you soon after the consummation of your marriage to him.
I would sit and watch the spectacle, the transition when I shall welcome my son made by him
Whom I can easily destroy just by speaking common Christianese
I have chosen not to be a jealous lover and I have decided to share you happily with your dear Amadioha
Farewell, return to your dream
Hope you enjoy life with him there.
I hope you tickle him from arm-pit to torso
So he'll fight for you.
I await the ceremonies day when you'll be dressed up and married off to him and then returned to me after he has been appeased and tricked into divorcing you soon after the consummation of your marriage to him.
I would sit and watch the spectacle, the transition when I shall welcome my son made by him
MAC T
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BURNT OFFERING
Smoke rising from a burnt offering
What god loves the smell of it?
What god with a penchant for the acrid
Smell of a smoldering fire keeps asking for more?
More smoke
Not lifting to the clouds
What god gets fragranced in the riotous cloud?
White
Grey
Dark
Pumped from the fat of melting flesh swirling round us
Acrid
Blinding
Chocking
A cloud afraid of the sky
Refusing the lift of the wind
Here now he lies
Tucked away
From the reach of scrutinizing flies
Into the earth here he terminates
Here
His dreams dare not germinate
Sowed deep into the earth
For him we could not find a breath
Nay
Not in a world full of air
Gifted a faint heart is the man
To whom he was heir
Now
Retribution is a coin sought in dark corners
With the light of our griefs
Sought from the sky
With palms raised to the rising Sun
Sought in our hearts
With the invocation of our wishes
We make dark Rum
In the brew house of our vengeance
Waiting for him to drink from the cup
Adam
The man who returned on a time machine
To marry the serpent
After murdering Eve
With the fruit of neglect.
Chukwuemeka August 11,
2016
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DREAMS
A dream deferred leads to the heart sickness
Of a generation of people
They presented the cheque for their 40 acres
And a mule
The cheque was made of rubber
And it bounced sky high
Like a doped up dude
Ralph Ellison saw this and wrote, Invisible Man
Richard Wright was the Native Son, The Outsider and TheBlack
Boy
James Baldwin spoke about the Fire next time and Take ten
Langston Hughes wrote the poem
What happens to a Dream Deferred?
He wrote Dreams, the poem
He asked us to hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die life is a broken winged bird
That cannot fly
Life is a barren field frozen with snow
And so what do we know-
That dreams deferred make the heart sick
Unrelenting disappointment leaves you heart broken
But a sudden good break can turn life around.
Before all these there was Joseph the dreamer
Then Mahalia exhorting Martin to tell about the dream
To tell the dream and the rest is story!
Dreams come true
Without that possibility
Nature would neither incite nor excite us with them
Someone said that.
Like the boy who dreamt Dreams from his Father
And wrote about the Audacity of Hope
Though he was not from Hope, Arkansas
Like the other one
They both got to the mountaintop
And got to the Promised Land
The King did not get there
He saw it, he yearned for it
But an assassin’s bullet to the jaw ended his own
Particular dream right there on the top floor
But the dream- like cadences of his words
Carry through and have seen his people
Some distant way
Though not the Black Tulsans of 1920
They were before his time
He spoke about them only as a nightmare on Beale Street
Taking us back to dreams realized.
ANDREW WHYTE
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ESCAPE FROM REALITY
From the threshold of reality
A trip I took to the valley of inanity
In my quest for nothing but vanity
I exposed my desire for absurdity
Can I escape from my reality?
I gaze through my thought
I wasn't absent-minded
I picked up a mirror
Look through the interior
Of my innermost self
I dreamt off while walking
Sleep-walking
Thinking aloud only to myself
I enjoyed my solitude
I engaged my loneliness
I sent my mind on an errand
I breathed ... though heavily
I sighed deep down only through my eyes
Again, I summoned courage
Wanting to restore my shattered dreams
I hoped all my life ... all the time
Even, I hoped against hope itself
Hoping it will hold still for me a modicum of hope
Escaping once again through the wings of wind
I concealed my lines of depression
I am almost sure no one saw it
No one saw those red eye balls of mine
I am almost sure I was dreaming
How do I wake up from my fantasy
A knock into the world of reality
No more escape from my dreams
Time to face the fear
The fears that comes with my reality
Alayande Stephen T.
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NATURE
Reddish as tomatoes
Yellow as orange
It portrays different colours
In the world of reality it’s a mystery
Its entity is like a blowing wind that never comes back
It washes away like a dish wash
It’s hot like a microwave temperature
But cool to a drinkable temperature
Its capacity freezes
It freezes the body and later melts away
It builds an exterior wall around visibility
Gradually, it picture an unknown future
Knowing what they don’t know they know
They don’t know but think they know
The best way it makes itself known is by proofs
Sometimes it keeps us mute and blank
It frustrates and leaves us in a confused world
Mastery, Mystery Dream!
Dream World ……… Dynamic!
Dream Mystery……….. Unchangeable!
Dream Goal ……….. Achievable!
FLORENCE SALAWU
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