July 5, 2017


Inspired John Keats' Poems" Poems 1817" Meteoric Vale Bent A Pizzaz Struts fugacity.Bliss and vapour,have mommentum,but at a time.For if pleasure,be our norm to hibernate early morn.Fluxed,sheath and garland do we see upland.Captivated into the jungle,to belabour distressing path.No patronage and standing ovation,accompanied derelicts. Indignant bellies,wreathed with scorn,enveloped the cities. Unfair buds and paled petals,to gawk and rave on the fringes. The gawky obsession of the hazy gale,in her embroidery gaunts. But virulence of the hesperian times,as high as mount everest. And shall i ever forget its ridicule,to imprecate dungeons and destinies?Than in an epoch,when benediction under trenchant folklores snaps.Empathy is no longer gratuitous pristine lores,i feel than a loon.A sacrilegious oath,swearing with loosening ease. With these lurid tales,loungelizards avalanche abounds.


Behold,a limpet is clung to the flywheel and the frequency of the bait,upon which a tether is hooked like a boobstrap and a golden fleece,is plaited.Bossom folks,serenaded meadows beneath and the nature's heel hoists the tinging folktales and the abiding folklores,to breathe upon disgruntled but stiff upper lips,to fondle the arcane of a fool's paradise,like a foolhardy and the jurist-vouched foolproof,impecable as the spring ,from the pit of hell. And they passed the footbridge,wobbling but jangling towards the city,to desecrate forbearances.Hence,like a limpet,the footling of the gooseberries,clung to themotherwheel,foxy,foxy,foxiest,founders foxhunting ,wherein hellish fringes,dovetail back to saddle. Frisky and foundled,disdain like in rugby, a flanker,they that flannel the fortuitous,to joxtrot the metropolitan,like the wizard of oggling orgger and the foxhound,gobsmacked at the fountainhead,garbled like agarnet.And they from repugnance the gizzard,they stuck,and they the limpet,they clung.

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April 10, 2017

POETRY PACIFIC: 2 Poems by ibikunle laniyan

A Vapour Before Time Man Is nothing but a vapour before time, There Is passion before passion , And The earth and the planets, therefore revolves round the sun. Methinks,eternity fronts for the milky way, And dartsforthlike apt brimstone And fire,wherein ontology trembles, Mortal Sinew,cannot butoverwhelm. Man 's meteor is nothing but a vapour,before time, He Is nothing butflashes in a numb, The daylight crashes,and he is gone . Goof You goon, goof not in the morning, Goof not all day ;for thouknowest not when destiny rises and falls . Bio-the Poet Blogs At www.kunlemicrofinance.blogspot.com .

January 29, 2017

Awe: A Poem by Ibikunle Laniyan

My Being I Cannot Know And Because It Can not be known with certainty,posterity hangs in the balance. And all the colours of rainbows are smitten before dawn. Grill now thy sinew to coy the heavenly moisture at thy boon.When mortal gems in their ignoble den betrothed,callous biles,a good samaritan becomes. We are appalled at the indignities of time,to pulse this inscrutable,but nevertheless,impulsed to racketeer morbid modicum of mortal fair share of grief and despair.His grail spared no womb,to hersel And in this aw. Man's

January 10, 2017

Elegy To A Sadomasochist-Part one

Wail OnThetrough,twinkle,twinkle spangled stars,
Dainty twerps and sadomasochistic tyros of trumpery,
Babylonian ligaments cloned by lascivious guiles a
 freebooter par excellence.
And I,with My gritstone gong,forbearances pluck,
To insulate thee from the sordid plough of fairest creatures
To thevilest and dumbest species.

With her heinous willes,she sleeps on queer street,
Gaudying with,hurdy-gurdy and like a hussy-harlot,
dances huzza of her sullen earth.
Does she dies intestate?" misty eyes moped as bleary 
inquisitorial hectored,
"Well,moderator,dost thou mean,heirloom,a primogeniture
 for an intangible puppet of nature?"
Fuddled with frosty plaudits and intrigued with its interogative wiles
"Yea,may l poach?"frenetic"O wimble"indorsed"pretty simple.

Licentiousness,o salacity,as renegade of the bulge,flung over its
 direst clouds.
Cast away your bile,thou blighters,honking my betternoire.
Woe betides thee by its anathema;as black clouds betoken by storm,
Still thou bewaileth not,to remorse,thy bewitched sands of time."
Volatile panorama,belched upon the crust of its seductress libido


Hollistic but golden feet of clay,itself,melt into boggy swamps.


Shall the eagle's flight's obstreperous wings,
not lethiferous lay,
On the brittle and pestiferous stale Arcadian bliss?
Sallow nugatory and squeamish stigma be ,
To whose pother and nuclei,willful tendon obey.

Let the applique in subterranean subversion, 
That defective lyrics,vendatta promptitude,
 can be the nether dunghill metaphors , 
Lest this ballad-guised elegy,frangible
quest bewails.

And thou,effeminate-crafted subterfuge, 
That my stable genre,hallowest aplomb, 
 With thy  succulence,thou crowest and weanest,
 Betwixt our aficionados cringest growl, leverest
thou go.

Her. much ado,doth .encumber its vesuvian vestige., 
Vicissitude. and harrowing dizziness is akimbo, 
Peripatetic phoenix and the.sands of sahara,departest
In a noncupative wimble hewn from nihility.

So,they despaired as nonpareil,in a new fangled Odyssey,
 Had the preeminence but the noxious noose undaunted , 
Two muniments'adore in conjugal bliss, pesky mutilate none :
Munificence coronated unflinching there, was betrothed