POEMS ABOUT WOLE SOYNKA -P.A.W.S.

POEMS ABOUT WOLE SOYINKA –P.A.W.S.

Zeutergeist wails before iconoclast;

Repertoire-arabesquely garb of punsmith artesian wells

dazes the groping sun ;

Benighted in the gall  of the odds , the bandwagon of

thegregorian chants , fogs the downpour ;

In whose benumb and chaste, were they  welded

And moulded to tangle not aloof, that bred the golden pearl

In trenches ?

 

A lonely bard of the kongi harvest wrought in the blind marvel

of the abyss ;

Even in the trepidation of the gully mire and the besmirch of

dark age earth ;

Crests gumption  and  jade on the wailing epoch  and wailing sun;

 To brazenly outshone the matrix of the crying birds and the forlorn

miles;

Hurled into promenades,crying earth moans but disdains paradox

in the pipedream ;

We salute thee,thy creeds weed out ignoble foxes –thou icon

bursting necessity of our golden checkered antecedence ;

On the sands of groveling timology ,indelible landmark cannot

be impugned;

May thy bliss enraptures me even though crying earth ,cries in

vain and singing earth sings in vile.

As ateliery sings thy panygery ,greyhounds and babblers ;

Romping bacchanalian ,dolts avant-garde  landscape;

Backwoodsmen from backwater ,backstabbing and

wheelclamping ;

Baddinaging and badgering ,balsam of  baloneysoafed.

Hungs on the savages ,ballyhoos of banalistic brats and

 Pettifoggers;

Ambling ambivalence on the treasured honeypot of an

Ambidexter;

Feeding its porridge in this ladle ,lagoon of laggards and

know-all hymns of praise knuckles down its rap;

Heypresto,jawdropping , a nobel came ,jazzy ,iddylic and

it was ,pretty dead silence for the ideologues .

The byzanthine before the sun and the sun before the

byzanthine ;

Sings not its solitary confinement –that vile on a crying earth ;

Milestone romps  into milestones  ,even cantankerous lawn ,

Lammed by intrigues still groans;

Still straddling the colossus ,dearth of nobel wails at the  wailing

wall and the crying earth.

Not jejunedby hue and cry , jested by dearth  and plumped by jazz

ofjene sais quoi ;

To avert nature’s jibes and joculars,the poetaster hollered;

‘WoleOSho-yi-mi-ka  ,only you ,we have .When shall we rejoice a

new dawn?’

Did a ballboy not replied oracle –‘here ,send me ,I shall go ‘.Thou

hast given birth to alumnus –thy alter-ego ‘’.

And the banters thus began in the rumble in the mumble

Poetaster:’’Did you say , I am the PAWS of my generation ,

Even long before the grenadier’s exit? ;

True, for  every exit ,there is an entry  but will you find the

momentum ,to wallop this bandwagon and to  betray the filthy

lords of lucre ?

Everywhere in the public square ,the oaks of sentinel  has long

 Fallen,

 Sentry dogs  long gone on exile and the prostitutes of logophobia

Crenelated fortresses .

Gone berserk , gone foul stampedes battallions of flotsam and

jetsamand the city moans;

Does crying earth ever cry and pawish singing earth sings,

that vile may cry in vice  and singing earth may sings in vile?

Until the sentry dogs return ,singing earth sings in vain and

crying earth cries in vain  ;

And the vile of  a crying earth adnauseam  prowls adinfinitum on

the sands  of sahara.

Flee now from the jungle to till the parched fields  and  the

places ofthe wilderness  ;

To herald the return of the sentry greyhounds ;for in that gazebo thou

shalt have wreath  and bouquet of flowers;

Sing on O singing  hell and cry on  O crying hell;whence cometh from

Paradise the magical ball boy?

A lonely bard of the kongi harvest wrought in the blind marvel

of the abyss ;

Even in the trepidation of the gully mire and the besmirch of

dark age earth ;

Crests gumption  and  jade on the wailing epoch  and wailing sun;

 To brazenly outshone the matrix of the crying birds and the forlorn

miles;

Hurled into promenades,crying earth moans but disdains paradox

in the pipedream ;

We salute thee,thy creeds weed out ignoble foxes –thou icon

bursting necessity of our golden checkered antecedence ;

On the sands of groveling timology ,indelible landmark cannot

be impugned;

May thy bliss enraptures me even though crying earth ,cries in

vain and singing earth sings in vile.

As ateliery sings thy panygery ,greyhounds and babblers ;

Romping bacchanalian ,dolts avant-garde  landscape;

Backwoodsmen from backwater ,backstabbing and

wheelclamping ;

Baddinaging and badgering ,balsam of  baloneysoafed.

Hungs on the savages ,ballyhoos of banalistic brats and

 Pettifoggers;

Ambling ambivalence on the treasured honeypot of an

Ambidexter;

Feeding its porridge in this ladle ,lagoon of laggards and

know-all hymns of praise knuckles down its rap;

Heypresto,jawdropping , a nobel came ,jazzy ,iddylic and

it was ,pretty dead silence for the ideologues .

The byzanthine before the sun and the sun before the

byzanthine ;

Sings not its solitary confinement –that vile on a crying earth ;

Milestone romps  into milestones  ,even cantankerous lawn ,

Lammed by intrigues still groans;

Still straddling the colossus ,dearth of nobel wails at the  wailing

wall and the crying earth.

Not jejunedby hue and cry , jested by dearth  and plumped by jazz

ofjene sais quoi ;

To avert nature’s jibes and joculars,the poetaster hollered;

‘WoleOSho-yi-mi-ka  ,only you ,we have .When shall we rejoice a

new dawn?’

Did a ballboy not replied oracle –‘here ,send me ,I shall go ‘.Thou

hast given birth to alumnus –thy alter-ego ‘’.

And the banters thus began in the rumble in the mumble

Poetaster:’’Did you say , I am the PAWS of my generation ,

Even long before the grenadier’s exit? ;

True, for  every exit ,there is an entry  but will you find the

momentum ,to wallop this bandwagon and to  betray the filthy

lords of lucre ?

Everywhere in the public square ,the oaks of sentinel  has long

 Fallen,

 Sentry dogs  long gone on exile and the prostitutes of logophobia

Crenelated fortresses .

Gone berserk , gone foul stampedes battallions of flotsam and

jetsamand the city moans;

Does crying earth ever cry and pawish singing earth sings,

that vile may cry in vice  and singing earth may sings in vile?

Until the sentry dogs return ,singing earth sings in vain and

crying earth cries in vain  ;

And the vile of  a crying earth adnauseam  prowls adinfinitum on

the sands  of sahara.

Flee now from the jungle to till the parched fields  and  the

places ofthe wilderness  ;

To herald the return of the sentry greyhounds ;for in that gazebo thou

shalt have wreath  and bouquet of flowers;

Sing on O singing  hell and cry on  O crying hell;whence cometh from

Paradise the magical ball boy?

Zeutergeist wails before iconoclast;

Repertoire-arabesquely garb of punsmith artesian wells

dazes the groping sun ;

Benighted in the gall  of the odds , the bandwagon of

thegregorian chants , fogs the downpour ;

In whose benumb and chaste, were they  welded

And moulded to tangle not aloof, that bred the golden pearl

In trenches ?

A lonely bard of the kongi harvest wrought in the blind marvel

of the abyss ;

Even in the trepidation of the gully mire and the besmirch of

dark age earth ;

Crests gumption  and  jade on the wailing epoch  and wailing sun;

 To brazenly outshone the matrix of the crying birds and the forlorn

miles;

Hurled into promenades,crying earth moans but disdains paradox

in the pipedream ;

We salute thee,thy creeds weed out ignoble foxes –thou icon

bursting necessity of our golden checkered antecedence ;

On the sands of groveling timology ,indelible landmark cannot

be impugned;

May thy bliss enraptures me even though crying earth ,cries in

vain and singing earth sings in vile.

As ateliery sings thy panygery ,greyhounds and babblers ;

Romping bacchanalian ,dolts avant-garde  landscape;

Backwoodsmen from backwater ,backstabbing and

wheelclamping ;

Baddinaging and badgering ,balsam of  baloneysoafed.

Hungs on the savages ,ballyhoos of banalistic brats and

 Pettifoggers;

Ambling ambivalence on the treasured honeypot of an

Ambidexter;

Feeding its porridge in this ladle ,lagoon of laggards and

know-all hymns of praise knuckles down its rap;

Heypresto,jawdropping , a nobel came ,jazzy ,iddylic and

it was ,pretty dead silence for the ideologues .

The byzanthine before the sun and the sun before the

byzanthine ;

Sings not its solitary confinement –that vile on a crying earth ;

Milestone romps  into milestones  ,even cantankerous lawn ,

Lammed by intrigues still groans;

Still straddling the colossus ,dearth of nobel wails at the  wailing

wall and the crying earth.

Not jejunedby hue and cry , jested by dearth  and plumped by jazz

ofjene sais quoi ;

To avert nature’s jibes and joculars,the poetaster hollered;

‘WoleOSho-yi-mi-ka  ,only you ,we have .When shall we rejoice a

new dawn?’

Did a ballboy not replied oracle –‘here ,send me ,I shall go ‘.Thou

hast given birth to alumnus –thy alter-ego ‘’.

And the banters thus began in the rumble in the mumble

Poetaster:’’Did you say , I am the PAWS of my generation ,

Even long before the grenadier’s exit? ;

True, for  every exit ,there is an entry  but will you find the

momentum ,to wallop this bandwagon and to  betray the filthy

lords of lucre ?

Everywhere in the public square ,the oaks of sentinel  has long

 Fallen,

 Sentry dogs  long gone on exile and the prostitutes of logophobia

Crenelated fortresses .

Gone berserk , gone foul stampedes battallions of flotsam and

jetsam and the city moans;

Does crying earth ever cry and pawish singing earth sings,

that vile may cry in vice  and singing earth may sings in vile?

Until the sentry dogs return ,singing earth sings in vain and

crying earth cries in vain  ;

And the vile of  a crying earth adnauseam  prowls adinfinitum on

the sands  of sahara.

Flee now from the jungle to till the parched fields  and  the

places of the wilderness  ;

To herald the return of the sentry greyhounds ;for in that gazebo thou

shalt have wreath  and bouquet of flowers;

Sing on O singing  hell and cry on  O crying hell;whence cometh from

Paradise the magical ball boy?