golden moments close to their hearts, forced them to venture overseas for golden fleece
they dream of recovery their prior losses and return of family silver
Chanting and singing over his spiral of golden return.
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June 19, 2025
Labouring house wife.(Kouta poem)
She worked through her farms at odo ọbá in Ogbomoso
along with my two brothers including me
never looked back till we came to Lagos.
Agbada.(Israeli haiku/Kimo poem).
His agbada cuddles my brother.Then father sits near him in church in those days.Who often at church on Sunday hidden under his blanket agbada .
Lagos loops.(flamenca)
We survived through the Lagos storms
As bunch of clowns
bound for the neplus ultra
When above the Lagos lagoons
we uncover our loops of underperformance
battling in the dim darkness
shaped by our vision's reflection
as if there no alternative left
that Lagos inspire of deception
is the land for silent glory.
Seeing is believing.(cywydd deuair hirion)
It's all I ever dreamed
to be magnanimous in my clothing
achieving the greatest dream in world history
to stay on top of the stars
beneath me stars and galaxies quake
Beneath my feet in the endless terrifying quakes,
Then you ask me "we dere el credere"
and I say "seeing is believing"
Under the clouds.(cywydd deuair fyrion)
Under the clouds
The dreamers dream
as quitters flee
and cowards lament
in the weary times
for their own folly
as time flies
and repays the poignant.
Fish roll.(Cyrch A Chwta)
We made fish roll with my late mom
watching her gain standing ovation
at Lautech Ogbomoso
The varsity transformed into cash cow for my mom
enterprising students loved her a lot,
delivered by herself every morning
Or at those times served as survival pots of porridge for the family
prior to great migration into Lagos.
Lagos Journey.(cyhydded naw ban).
Couplet version
through their journey in Lagos
hungry for their fair share of success hunting for glory
Often hidden in the dark away from light
that requires hardwork and sacrifice hunting
as if as earthlings to fail is a curse and not their destiny
To fly beyond their limitation and shoot for the stars.
Bartenders.(A cyhydded hir)
Quatrain version
as the bars entertains
and refreshments' settle to share
for a revel and picnic both.
and boozers join
in the blinking light
Of their brink or blistering
for a night stand both.
that speaks love and love
whether broken hearted or tired horse
in their frangible hoods,
when they re weak but strong.
and funfare makes the gallivant
and begins to merry
as they make jubilant noises
on a joyous retreat.
My Stars.(a cyhydded fer poem).
Maybe the sun would release my stars to say
I have looked down on you,
about my lifestyle and how my life
push me closer to my dream not far away
Though the stars may have their own souls ,
but the vision may have its gallantry ---
why once it strikes,it evanesces ---
to send my stars to the subtle cloud
that after night it takes time to reach the golden morn.
Brace up.(A concrete poem)
We brace up.We anticipate for the "relay"
and then
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June 18, 2025
Race.(Endecha poem)
I recall when we travelled
In the night and my siblings
moving to and fro from Ibadan to Lagos
reveling as we trilled and blissed
betwixt those weary distances and winding journeys
while jointly relishing through our bond of shared heritages and frills
Interest.(A Cascade poem)
Interest is mystic for staying glue
but being dispassionate distracting my organs
A sample frenzy on my heart and feverish theft to act
Sometimes you twist your inaction to interest you
this dreary and that when it is indifferent though
grandeur is untiring for staying glorious
my forays kindled visionary and my esteem saddles
to glide me to let me rise and not fall below my stardom
but being dispassionate distracting my organs.
It's a distraction to pull me off.Loosing esteem
when it's the only magic wand I have around
a sample frenzy on my heart and feverish theft to act.
Big Bang.(Byr a Thoddaid poem).
As the big bang erupted in with thunderous applause
screaming at heels
to respective personalities
before the storm could retreat again
We speculated we reap rewards of our labor
In the morning as if like streak of lightning might
find us not hostile and strike us glory as roses
as petals hid their heads in roses.
Take the bull
We take the bull by the horn's flight
Like rabid horse on rampage of golden fields
Or loops with flinching hearts like recklessness
we all take the full bull by the horn's flight!
Diḿeji.(deichnad mor poem.)
Diḿeji gelled in partnership with a Kunle
who radiated all his prejudices
he did not pilfer his luxuriating thought
so that's a destiny fulfilled.
The Greatest Triumph.(Decima poem)
Seek the greatest triumph gliding swing
in rich tapestry,flight and elegance
and what can be gleaned in chastity
for this fabricates the greatest triumph--
trying to transform things for the better
Trade your raw intelligence on a pedestal of constructive intelligence
things that are improper and strong desire
for necessity ,
not alone in the wood we will proceed
and proceeds find new grounds to greatest triumph
on this kindled platform by the Commonwealth.
The Survivors.(A deibide baise fri toin poem)
The survivors
for a chance only to see tomorrow
and if fortunate we might be freed
to learn
all the history we can learn
for the wealth of every generation
thing.
Nonentity.(A diminishing verse poem)
The diverse knots in my area are glaring
when all the solutions base on a knot of no leadership,
who acts the nonentity of a no cracker non existence.
but it's a satire that a nonentity who does not exist
be yelled around and screamed about like a vacuum stray
when non existence only want to shine like a nonentity
Impenitence.(An exkphrasis/exkphrastic poem)
I often think of Naija
Through they eyes of Ogbomoso
Her travails and hardships portraying
a wild enclave full of ingratitude dancing and ingrates as an act of betrayal.
I anticipate them hung on a prejudice
on a grand canyon baring their souls
spinning their heads on a vertigo
tales of an ingrate that everyone knows
to remorse on a salvaging mission.
Tangible Thing.(Echo verse poem)
Is there a thing too hard to know?
No!
Or a passion to know?
A
passion is kindled by foreign impulse:
impulse
pacifies passion in substance:
substance
precipitates what no one can predict .
no,
We d rather find tangible thing to do.
thing.
Pride.(A Japanese dodoitsu)
when an economist speaks
and figures tremble
seven scientists quiver
sucked in a lost fortune.
He gave them all the numbers
and wealth but they never appreciated them
with the pride they contributed more to mankind.
My father an incendiary.(A Cento poem )
An incendiary breaks these stalemates are
big stalemates :my father is a big one
In archival's greatest secret we seem to know him the best element in our generation.
elevated unknown antecedence
laying bare naked because he could archive himself
for posterity ,besides the plain spoken revelation.
We celebrate him now and celebrate it myself
"I am not a chain addict;I am a poet;
and I express my feelings like writers .I have gone out an historical researcher even as write for proof of evidence alone
sweet crimson beyond compare -and that has armed me all the convincing evidences .They tell me
are sacrosanct evidence and I believe them for I have researched that historical antecedence under the survey
evidences luring the doubters .I unveil the mask
that grimdeath and lies "the gullible always there
as such not a surprise."
Let me tell me,
you and others:he takes history too by the head.I know against the tailers of history.
Brothers in Luxury.(A cethratu rannaigechta moire poem)
Two fast brothers
chase fast dreams
through inherited blockade
to their encumbrances.
Dare not forget their dreams
or sallow
until they find
their dreamland city
Then came ovation
in the city-
Dreams fulfilled
that childhood memoirs
mansions bought too
teething exorbitant
in the clime-
oozing penury.
June 17, 2025
Ogbomoso (A bref Double poem).
He lived in a city
made of warriors
and infallible borders
all was a potpourri of
invincible trenches
even the ignorant knew it
by cunnings and calumnies
Cock and bull story of envy clamoured
across the Yorubaland.
his first anecdotes was unbeatable
but one that was swashbuckling
his deepest root and historical leanings
flung from his navel in a stunt.
Leaving them gobsmacked
Yorubaland fake historians fell in their acts
Accomplishment.(Cro cumaisc etir casbairdni ocus lethrannaigecht)
This history is now mine
But it will be said
to those who are retreating
against the beautiful dreams.
as if all optimism strangulating
what reprisal can be bargained
to get the compelling impulse
into what is called accomplishment.
Ogbomoso (A bref Double poem).
He lived in a city
made of warriors
and infallible borders
all was a potpourri of
invincible trenches
even the ignorant knew it
by cunnings and calumnies
Cock and bull story of envy clamoured
across the Yorubaland.
his first anecdotes was unbeatable
but one that was swashbuckling
his deepest root and historical leanings
flung from his navel in a stunt.
Leaving them gobsmacked
Yorubaland fake historians fell in their acts
Gulls.(Anagrammatic poem)
Wrinkle dresses satiety spare knots,
cruises dreaded spare drives
beauties drift beholder's muses
Spares drifters love steeds
douse are duck are deeds
are arts durresed deeply sea dazzles
Dear pales pared drizzles
gulls steeds slapped good era bruises.
Soar.(Breccbairdne poem)
Know,tell your dreams
that you soar your nuances
being quite a pedestal
to your older version
rise by your leap
where there's no bound,
of a yonder shore
that motivated your golden scream
prior to your deviation
with no shakings whatsoever
of golden stardom breaking within
about your illustrious motives.
Golden Dreams.(The Bop poem)
I see a promise land descend from the heavens
on a runway made of beautiful dreams and beautiful roses.Quite shuddered that no one
witness it than I did but then I clung to it
anything deeper or at least beyond lip service ,that
is what I really advocate and defend.
Every good sign is a privilege to beautify our golden dreams
Why don't we believe our dreams because
they re drop dead gorgeous
than the ordeal of beautiful theft .They re gateway to unlock heavenly moisture with great dreamers who bare their hearts because it takes daring
hearts to venture beyond primrose bank
Hazies
and entanglements and crucifixes and fogs,they fade as beauty fades and rots.
Every good sign is a privilege to beautify our golden dreams
Rejoicing deeply in this context only thing we should is to ignore quitter's pall ascending the empyrean heights on the runaway made of beautiful promises.Then it doesn't suggest this strictly laid down ethics are being followed to the letters and routines.
every good sign is a privilege to beautify our golden dreams.
Addiction (A bob and wheel poem)
Addiction
Is always nearly there
as evidence permit us on the fall
and addicted folks begin to show case
for the sport they re made of.
Evidence
it seems too quite undisputable
to rot on empirical formula
to be sacrosanct
beyond just mere facts.
All that glitters is gold.(Barzelleta poem)
All that glitters is gold
And I don't think understanding
Is indeed there at all okay
when you say otherwise
House of peacetimes.(The Blitz poem)
Form a cage
Form a pen
Pen for bird
Bird for nest
Nest to keep
Nest a care
Care a own
Care child
Child alone
Child before work
work and pay
Work reward
reward for time
time for the passage
Passage and runs
runs of gold
Gold mine
Gold for endowment
endowment for benediction
endowment that downpour
downpour your bestows
downpour your bottomline
bottomline in retreat
bottomline against the norm
norm of loop
norm fall apart
apart with you
apart and out
out and exit
exit for good
good for charm
charm the slingshot
slingshots to shoot
slingshots you catapult
catapult and reap
reap like you sow it
it ain't no loss
it seems as it seems
is it so
is it not this poetry?
poetry is song
poetry is messenger
messenger your poetry
messenger the peacetime
peacetime rises up
peacetime makes nirvana
nirvana are eternal
nirvana of harmony
harmony .....
peace......
Pristine.(A Clerihew poem)
Abraham Laniyan was
a pristine plutocrat
who found his identities were misconstrued,
for historicities he was unparalleled dentin...
June 16, 2025
Inquisitive.(Waltmarie poems)
Inquisitive
I triumph as still as my ado can -Jubilant
The time has come and dawn has unveiled
I grow to match my prior feat towards
upcoming accomplishment -
Perseverance.
Knight errants emerge from wilderness ramblings
Inquisitive -
Introspective
And behold my bone marrow consign me triumph -
Out of golden blues.
Jubilants
I waited for golden morn to run to me-livid
Sun rays of blissful billows,brighter and brighter -lustre
Vivacious epochs from the fringes of shallow earth ,prior minions -jubilants
They sat at the riverbank overlooking forlorn pebbles of forgorn dreary times -
Reflecting.
Then tardily recuperated until only blatant tentacles of childhood memoir lost-
antecedence.
Foggy swamps.(ya-du poem)
on foggy swamps
We ,cluttered feet of
our long immobile sandals
of thralldom weakneeds
never able to retreat.
Two lovers.(Zejel poem)
give me your heart to love me
and empty it out with no doubt
that cloud of passionate heart that often follow me everywhere.
give me for a purpose or sigh
to let me see unwavering breathe
and that LL soon be married to my fate
Like two doves in the eternal triangle of marital bliss
or doting fingers of amorous birds
twined together because they re in love
those birds that have addiction beyond compare
and burn forever even posthumously.
Corrupted.(Cyrch A Chwta poem)
We ate the porridge from the same bowl
Drinking rum from same Winchester
by boozers of restless elf
affinity transmogrified into addiction
extinguishing some productive routines,
corrupted by bespectacled mole
or frankly speaking bad association
that can never erase the stigma.
Heirloom Rupture.(Ottava Rima poem)
Once upon a time or so my father said
There was an old man named Pa Joseph
and on every Hamlet in my hometown of Ogbomoso he was the richest man,
Or on the cusp of dying as rash of theft broke him misery with no one in his solace
until his demise,kid prodigy
who appeased labor to his waning wealth
cluttered with dreary and manifold perspirations.
Alakazam.(Ovillejo poem)
Where do you place a golden morn ?
On the sand dunes of Sahara?
How do you expect to be known?
With the rays of golden hills?
Into what all world must really be archived? History.
As if nothing else seems to just happened
Like a drawl to the milipede
Don't delay your history or eagle
on a revelation with wondrous deeds-alakazam
Missing Space.(Hir a Thoddaid poem)
This is the sunny times I really work this space
to figure out my destiny and revel the missing space
from those who are contentious on my case
about how you don't know how to grease
a golden hill without nightmare of frustrated valley,
while maintaining my glorious place in history.
Affection.(Droigneach poem)
We will loiter her on this love
about precision doggedness
who triumph never to fail
over the gridiron the inferno of burning passion.
like overzealous raving elements
turning the game of love into addiction,
and diffusing affection on the cannonballs,
while convincing everyone every raze is not dementia.
Sweet Metamorphosis.(espinela)
I desire to live a different live
But I can't make anyone happy
about my old way of life
that indicates past mistakes.
My lingered regrets are linked to them
glowing coals but not any more longer
for I think I Ve sometimes outlived that
or maybe it is just the sunny times
and my new found wealth has just triggered
in a profound way,sunny times that just grows bigger.
Landmines.(Dizain poem)
We waltzed briskily by the inferno of passion ,
with golden hands flying around the golden vision like knight on dancing horses,to flex open our raving ambition
gliding through rough patches of golden morn
If they were alternates I don't think it possible,
lost in the flickering flames of hurricanes and landmines
Our only challenge was to gain mastery of the world without tears
blazing through saddles of byzantines without sighs,
to regain lost ground and return father's name into glory.
Diversity.(Curtal/11 line Sonnets)
Eagles and nightingales fly and sing
to and fro
In a fitful fiddle of evolution over nature 's overwhelming course.Owls on hush of terrifying voices grimace
as if all animals are in the same
For even domestic rats and cats,that habitat is not the same.
We feel it in their routines and in the aversion and prejudice's pattern towards their respective abodes,
so we feel like all animals are the same
for they know nature's intents are not far the same
too distinct genetics.
Moses Legacy(Chant Royal poem)
It was the dreary and stormy day
In the eve of my father's demise
But that drill was not right with me
So he cleared the hurdles
And struggled to give us a life.
To pave the way to a sunny times
That ignited our aggression of a greater day
On days that were crystal clear
Like some minacious aggressive test
That pulled the triggers very close
And everyone of my siblings knows the rest:
How after storms come the golden morn
And all that's menace will be history
The journey man knows he must aspire
Whether on the swamps or plain roads
All the dreams that he can't communicate
On a dejectedly forlorn days
About ambitions he hold mostly dear to heart
The events he should deal with right there
Though the menace of a simple dream
Produces the beautiful dreams
And everyone knows the rest is history,
Like the forest knows how to hold trees together
Not because typically grows them
But every specie is oh so strong
And uncluttered to get space to cling to undisturbed
As if to steeds is how it meeds
In all episodes and all the escapades,
filled with midas touch and accolades
Of his adventure and expedition
Plead we the progenies my father's legacies,
Of what must be done not cluelessness,
Everybody knows the rest is history.
Is but a soft after a hard swallow
By approach so sleek and squicky clean
that they reflect his full wishes
Before appalling times wanes its leanings
And the leanings both spiritual and temporal
descending upon all the intents
We can truly see and verily notice
Whether we in Naija or my siblings overseas
To the intent we entertain dreary times
being gone and dusted
Like vanishing winds
Everybody knows the rest is history,
could be failed in a dreary times
Or some other wilderness ramblings,
Like on a stormy and hazy clouds
Which is never what he meant
when my new blossoms are lit golden hills
Like the sunny times'rays
In an unfolding drama strengthening clarity
Of vision but giant leap
That gets us reprieve from his fallen quest
for a blissful life blessed without misery
Everybody knows the rest is history,
how we can't fail the things he intended
without a public basement
To bequeathe golden hills upon his bequest
As we behoove his characterizing intents
Everybody knows the rest is history.
Swamp(Awdl Gywydd).
When we visit the forest
We move to the swamp
And find every drift we
Make from soft to hard.
Mires and fogs ....
Swamps filled with species
Aren't as easy as some strays maybe.
I remorse:We were deceived.
But that's the only faux pass rig
Of trying to stay uncluttered
Long after the scenes get dirtier
Alas,we dumbfounded tis we re done.
June 15, 2025
Becoming. (Chueh-chu)
Changing times-it is inevitable
Irremediable
Golden choices-we must make
Old strategy-we must unbundle
Sage-who knows the way.
Mindfulness -No oblivion
Sunnytimes-return at last
Compassion -bring our best
Guerdon-seeking the golden fleece.
Aggression (Cinquain)
Aggression
The thoughts of my Kindled heart
Not by verisimilitude at bay
Just a poignant plain sailing of my quest.
Jubilation!
Life Eternal In Space
Man's voyage into space as multiplanetary species is the best achievement in mortal history.The blogger explores the possibility of life eternity in space.
We cannot disagree with the above intro our greatest achievement as mankind is venture into the space through space rockets and offer the possibility of eternal life in space. However the use of space helmet and space suit with astronauts fitted and kitted with gas does not augur well with mankind and until they have gain mastery of effective gas injection technique feeding surplus gas into human body and using gas to wake up dead body on earth I m afraid to say man would continue to die of exhaustion in the space irrespective of their limited success in space voyage.
Man is prone to die of gas exhaustion that is to say when gas is exhausted in space traveling space men die automatically.Look for the dead for preliminary research on the avoidance of gas exhaustion and we Ve had no empirical cases whatsoever to buttress this case and we re waiting to learn from that exhaustion proven history before science can take the unknown challenge long written and discovered by me before they re made known by material evidences.We should act now and use the dead as the material basis of research.We should learn to make man or sea divers plunge onto the space,sea or jump from the plane helicopter without space suit gas kitted for survival.
The thought of man as multiplanetary species is impossible without effective gas injection technique and only when we learn how to inject adequate gas into the alimentary canal of old age folks that we can live forever.Or the dead folks are always dead and we should inject gas on earth which we have in ample supply into their alimentary canal to make them rise or fit their spirit with the spirit of oxygen or gas to survive death in space.
I have the formula Warmest regards but no one knows me
Viewpoints.(Chueh-chu poem)
Appalling times-hear them
reflect
Fancy friends-flock in vain
Loneliness-i will not loathe
Reflection -my adorable hobby.
Wisdom bells-swing with it
Raining days-Consider at full pelt
Loneliness -i will surely never neglect
As for myself -i will not sleep.
Today.(Cinquain)
Contents of the day
But my vicissitude at last,
Just a graph of triumph upon triumph
Jubilants.
I wish I knew things differently (Clogyrnach poem)
When I was at home I saw things differently
And we re in panic to come to Lagos
As if they pick money on the road in Lagos
Counting your eggs before they re hatched.
Thirty years we finally became billionaires
In the city that never sleeps ,
If I were to start again i hope I knew things differently
Wilderness ramblings
And yells of my yellings
journey men groping the darks
Cluelessness and vain dreamy tactics
At loggerheads with ideal homes
Feverish grips that quip ecstatic jells.
Transient in transients.
Mission.(Alphabet poem)
A favour of a lifetime is quite wonderful.
Bountiful blessings follow such folks
Courage and persistent pays the price .
Do not delay the wherewithal to pay the price of freedom
Exuberance of the heart also matter
For the price of freedom to be paid.
Gallantry of the feet pays with the sacrifice of thanksgivings
Hospitality of purpose and motivation to push your sacrifice.
Interest of the journeymen to Dreamland matters
Jubilant jubilators in jubilation of unfound success is the true faith.
Kindreds and siblings must contribute towards fulfilment.
Loops street loops must be avoided and procrastination eschewed.
Multitude of fiascos beneath this loop averted when gallantry is totally lodged in the heart of the believers.
Nostalgia of ado could be a stumbling block and you never get a homeland unless dreams are achieved.
Opaque mentality should be jettisoned by wonderful dreamers and you know
Perception is everything I mean literally speaking is everything.
Quintessential epiphany in the dreamland archipelago speaks volumes of wonderful achievers.
Resplendent arts never fails in every dillemma.
Serial victors are the true favorites in every abode and gatherings of mortal species.
Transparency in the matters of dedication and commitment.
Ubiquitous threshold of fables can be avoided when cluelessness is avoided at every venture.
Verily verily speaking miscleneous in pursuit lays beneath wits when you apply the latter.
Wanderlust never go far in every escapade but know perception is everything.
X-ray of our intention serially can release loads and tons of information for proper discretion.
Yell no more in your wilderness ramblings.
Zoroastrianism and the sensitivity of these cacophonous and euphonious blasts and verisimilitude of a lifetime.
Polymathic Poetry.
I search through the internet
I look for my first love
Poetry
She is everywhere
And when I found her
I could not see her polymathic mentor
So I search again
Hardly could I see one
Not even in my country
Or in Africa
And perhaps beyond
Lost of decades in search.
Weary times wasted
And lo one
I found Robert Lee Brewer
World first polymathic Poet
I ever knew
In the Piece
"List Of 168 Poetic forms for Poets"
Oh I didn't waste tis I scribbled mine
Then to be like him
Perhaps I did
And of course I did
I brought polymathic Poetry
Into Africa
A continent where poets
Says poetic styles and forms
Now outdated and Moribund.
Then I look my mentor
Robert Lee
What a honor?
Who knows I brought polymathic Poetry into the continent.
And Nigeria once again snatched history
By the head
I think
I love it
O polymathic Poetry!
Mission.(Alphabet poem)
A favour of a lifetime is quite wonderful.
Bountiful blessings follow such folks
Courage and persistent pays the price .
Do not delay the wherewithal to pay the price of freedom
Exuberance of the heart also matter
For the price of freedom to be paid.
Gallantry of the feet pays with the sacrifice of thanksgivings
Hospitality of purpose and motivation to push your sacrifice.
Interest of the journeymen to Dreamland matters
Jubilant jubilators in jubilation of unfound success is the true faith.
Kindreds and siblings must contribute towards fulfilment.
Loops street loops must be avoided and procrastination eschewed.
Multitude of fiascos beneath this loop averted when gallantry is totally lodged in the heart of the believers.
Nostalgia of ado could be a stumbling block and you never get a homeland unless dreams are achieved.
Opaque mentality should be jettisoned by wonderful dreamers and you know
Perception is everything I mean literally speaking is everything.
Quintessential epiphany in the dreamland archipelago speaks volumes of wonderful achievers.
Resplendent arts never fails in every dillemma.
Serial victors are the true favorites in every abode and gatherings of mortal species.
Transparency in the matters of dedication and commitment.
Ubiquitous threshold of fables can be avoided when cluelessness is avoided at every venture.
Verily verily speaking miscleneous in pursuit lays beneath wits when you apply the latter.
Wanderlust never go far in every escapade but know perception is everything.
X-ray of our intention serially can release loads and tons of information for proper discretion.
Yell no more in your wilderness ramblings.
Zoroastrianism and the sensitivity of these cacophonous and euphonious blasts and verisimilitude of a lifetime.
Wonderful Days
We cannot deny wonderful days ahead
We are the faces of victory we wish to see.
The foresight of our humongous but proposed posterity.
With so much belief that time cannot run away
Nor run us out of very much production.
The secret of success lay in the longevity
Wisdom In Trials.
We cannot deny wonderful days ahead
We are the faces of victory we wish to see.
The foresight of our humongous but proposed posterity.
With so much belief that time cannot run away
Nor run us out of very much production.
"Ibikunle Abraham Laniyan,"Wonderful Days"
Challenges maybe crazy but surmountable.
Then how do we get the characters even before we find the solution ?
Each tentative experience is a test especially leading to a greater test,
Although we may never ascertain too quickly the extent of those challenges ,
We can be certain of a wonderful impression and believe a favourable soft landing,
We cannot deny wonderful days ahead .
Choosing to critically examine the nature of our impressions and experiences.
We are cut with somberness that cuts through the bone marrow
at the expense of our lives.It takes sacrifice and what sacrifice you have ,
Will not deny the fruitful ends,I enjoy the difficult route.Behold the great alibi matches this route for the greatest minds,
We cannot deny wonderful days ahead.
He who has high energy security is worthy of scaling through all hurdles.
Weeks of trauma turn into days of trauma,
When the dilemma had runs its full course,
Golden nirvana emerges barely slips out the exit door,
We relearn what we know to unlearn what we already know.
We cannot deny wonderful days ahead.
The secret of success lay in the longevity
Heirloom
Worthy embroidery drape beautiful kings and queens
Pass same regalia of heirloom to heir apparents,
Heritages enrich genealogies
As genealogies enrich the states
Commonwealth cannot betray genealogies
Their soul is heritage and heirloom
Hereditary jewels in salutary beads
Not for the laity hoipoloi whose heirloom
Worth not a cent
Beyond wisdom and nothing but wisdom in the golden transfer.
Pearly Gates.(Ars Poetical).
A jubilant pearl would dare
Dare me done to my bone marrow.
To be your pearl or endure
Nothing to compare.
A jubilant pearl doesn't bicker
In the frivolities of pearly distraction
To declare no precedence
Beyond the gnawing for pearly pursuit
There's no comparison the pearly gates
To mishmash of broken troths and dashes.
Nothing to be compared to the golden pearly gates.
Nothing Is Missing.(A Chant Poem).
We can sing with the birds as they move in their circles,
There's another missing bird, it's the eagle,
I love to watch alone in the dazzling winds
I love it so much: it's the eagle.
He knows more how to flap its wings like terrifying angels,
When I see it the embodiment in flight; nothing is missing . It's the eagle.
You see me waiting in the horizon watching in the theatre.
Oh I m pacified nothing is missing again
Nothing is It's the eagle.
Haikus
Through spanners at your obstacles
Do not blow your trumpets when the wheels are on.
Trials and storms make a man we know
But what about those unending storms
It may be a curse
Migratory birds (Descort poem).
Eagles sway with wings as
Migratory birds returns in the spring
Moving in circles.
Never deceive your hearts
To receive riches in deceit
Do not lay up riches in deception
No one would
Condone you when repercussions come.
And retribution springs upon retribution
In a tireless spiral.
Travails.(Abstract/Sound poetry )
The clickety klan train's travails
Was rung like a horrible bells and whacked
By Iya elepo my perpetual tenant debtor's dustbins.
With impetuous grit that never sleeps
Ọgbọ ri elemosho.(Ae freislighe poem)
Do you recall Ogbomoso my hometown
And all that late night time Suya joints
And seasonal masquerades,
Is it worthy of memory?
Once a priceless jewels of childish memoirs now outdated and ridiculous.
Is it worthy of golden recall
That both of us should be find of
And later returns to the jungles
That makes unpoorer.
Epitaphs.part one
I received eternal life in my earthly being
To live forever.
Blessed are the valiant deeds for they received their golden rewards in this life.
The remorseless shall go into victorious life.
I have a crown of life and I liveth beyond the grave.
Your Lane (Erasure poem)
I wish you stick to your lane
Instead of holding others to blame
Personal just only you
Inextricable.
Have you ever thought what would
Happen if that game
Failed you?
Is there any salvation with fault finding?
Of course nope.
When you mind your business,rest of
Minds is assured.
I know true confidence comes from within
And not really from outside.
June 12, 2025
The Immaculate (Blank verse )
The immaculate smears
not anyone
Most holy saint by all
ramifications
Every specie of nature
Could not stain it
Often light years ahead of any frangibilities,
Like the sonorous voices of the
Nightingale
The immaculate voices in the
Sisterly expedition,
Were heard everywhere upon
Every couch of resonated quarters.
Immaculate! immaculate!! immaculate!!!
Unchangeable as the sun and
plain as pikestaff
Holy sainthood the spirit of hagiolatry
Holy sainthood the spirit of hagiographies
Golden hills in the grand canyon surmounted
Met him bliss at the end of the derided
Lawn,
Wonderful dreams gone berserk and theft of dreams
With insatiable pall of neophobes destined child keeps blossom everyone.
Golden Morn(Gharzal)
The golden morn rekindled flavor,a shroud of the past returns,
Like computers we cannot forget our history
Where childhood memoirs blazes like a killer swords
Lost in the plenitude of glaze, convalescence heals rottened bone marrow.
Deafening silence screams with the clarion call,
Wilderness ramblings exit for beautiful history
Where tantalizing bliss of new found opulence,
Raged through the edifice of wonderful mansion.
Every memoir bringeth much greater bliss,
A yearning plea for more bliss and epicureanism,
From the creasing panache and grandeur of resplendent plutocracy
Extant history Behold beautiful days ahead.
Starlets convalesced into stars and unimpeded stardom,
Weeping morn turn into jubilant morn,
Bedecked with immaculate galaxy of stars,
Golden hills finally erupts the sand dunes of golden Nirvana.
Meadow (acrostic poem)
Sandy shores Behold the water's ebb and flows,
Adispose parade of chilly earthlings
In hedonism of fanfare and revelry of nature 's epicurean gloss.
Emerald waters glistens and roars as beach lovers scream for its beckoning palms.
UNCLE ADEOYE (ballad )
There was once an uncle of mine ,with the golden name,"blessed crown "as translated.
Whose sense of humor was second to none,in my clan.
Uncle adeoye loved pranks alot especially
With my sister
Labour himself almost to death in my father's factory
But his contribution to our lineage was unparalleled
Leaving me speechless ignited holy anger
To make his children reap the golden guerdon.
We watched him go unremunerated from the defunct factory.
Decades slipped by and renaissance rekindled
The battles,labours and rewards once lost,
Would recompense not return to repay this knight at least posthumously?
Expedition was blessed and golden morn returns.
Behold the spirit of good hope returns with big bang
To repay him in manifold in the gallery of ovation
The gallantry of heroic knights and it was late in coming .
He had won accolades that transcend generation yet unborn.
Adventure (Limerick )
My adventure is not of this world
Belittle not this mantra of Byzantine
My oddysey into imponderable Cosmos
As earthenwares and earthlings of all species,
Cannot be comprehended for eternity.
A Hometown Witch(Limericks one )
There was one a witch from Ogbomoso my hometown
Who predicted my glorious posterity,
But she did in the clanging cymbals of poetry
With the rhymes:Your glorious compound is much bigger than other farms elsewhere"
Fetish presager,cunningly diffident, sheepish retorted.
Golden Hills(Villanelle).
They are all in the memoirs now
The factory is bankrupt,the factory is shut
The rest is now history
Though wilderness walls and ramblings now broken and gone
The childhood memoirs blows green and trifling
Glorious Herald had overtaken them
Nor is there a single guile today
To show remorse to distant past
The rest is now history
Why is it that we show no remorse
Against this shoal of wilderness ramblings?
The rest is now history
And our childhood memoirs
Play us cannonballs packed with greenfield .
The rest is now history.
There is victory and avalanche of pyrhic
In the golden hills above and beneath us
Glorious Herald had overtaken us
The rest is now history.
Trigger (Villanelle).
Do not trigger,what you cannot handle .
Retribution should remind you the travails
Of childhood memoirs
Trigger trigger against the travails of dying times
Though travails at their memoirs bits by bits remind you the pang of retribution
O that golden words shall not fail you.
Do not trigger what you cannot handle
Good words ,the glorious knights, chanting golden morn
Golden heroism dancing on the macabres of greenfields,
Trigger trigger against the travails of dying times.
Swashbucklers and knight-errants who jubilate heroism of pyrhic victory
As they retrieve childhood memoirs of beautiful dreams on the battlefield.
Do not trigger what you cannot handle.
Triumphant procession beyond mortal necrosis,who behold restive jubilation,
Visionaries and semantics who swords blaze beyond meteors.
Trigger trigger against the travails of the dying times.
And you my mother nature and mothernature in laws beyond the empyrean heights
Benediction beneath your downpour,to drown me with tears of joy
Trigger trigger against the travails of dying times.
Haikus
Erubescent rigor of emotag
Blushing at the trigger
A cavalier fiend of verdant foothills
O times punish this pall
Time punishes this oafs of rubescent palms
Reddish feet of Himalayan valleys.
Haikus
O you say battered dreams
And those who care a hoot?
Serial trudges of strange bedfellows.
Stertorous, asthmatic,short-winded wheezy,
Choky breath,panting and Emphysematous.
Hear emotag,the antidote:Prentice ship engarde!
Haikus
Mind your ecce homo,
your sublunary,your earthly frail
Bipedals,
Your corporeal temporal.
Your transient passage,
As frangible lotus to reward this
passage
With golden flowers and rosy petals.
Haikus
Battered dreams ,
O barely not my easements,
Though not ring a bell elsewhere
Sissified efeminate Cockneys
In dudgeon of nesciency
In fidgety unknown.
Ahoyed in the pitfall
Jars of harundkarum in glees
Stevedores of other folks'dreams.
Haikus
Hail me
Applauding melodies
Of dithyrambic meeds
In my holistic dithyramb
Shouts of Eureka
Applomb of bravo
A glorious entry into my Jerusalem
Haikus
Blind landing , dead stick landing
Is even worst renegade
Of the callous theft of dreams
Preparedness is a fugitive
Procrastination is a king
In the gewgawed Island
of the dreamers.
Who can tolerate a miscarriaged
Child?
A smother of thalidomide baby
Go on exile if need be
Haikus
Superfluous fifth wheels,
O that stinking spare tires in superfluity Oleaginous palms
That nefarious pall ,
Of the third wheels,
Creases of lagniappes,
Mammoth in their behemoth
Medley in their ramblings
Beneath this malediction,
Theft of dreams in public goods
Theft of dreams in public rancor
Fiends of preparedness and
complacency
Haikus
Heinous dumb ass
Deadwood of psychopaths
Immaculate dead weight of
sociopaths
Goofs of pointificates!
Hicksville of fallen graveyards.
Haikus
Theft of dreams
An immoderate deadsville
Of ninny hammers
And immaculate idiots
O my deadpan expression!
This is ironic,laconic,blunt,
Invasion of the heart!
Haikus
The oracles of golden hills
We may please thee forever
But one day we annex you forever.
Splints of fortune
Not the pinions of fortune
But much cosset of fortune
Haikus
Wisdom the shyster so shy,
As she approaches him
For marriage
So shy as nutty as the fruitcake
To prostrate and genuflect him
For subserviency.
He turns him down
To wine and dine
When wits are dry
Enormous theft of dreams
Overabundance of theft
Frustration and demise
But behold this alter ego
Then he choses him
Rejoices with the melodies
Yeah he rejoices with her
And lo in record time
All the colours of rainbows
Haikus
Should you go with the boneheaded ignorasmus,
Be rest assured you shall be like him
You re dork.
O jerk,
O nitwit, half wit
And moron too in your generation
Haikus
Demons and kobold of dreams,
Smears archipelago of dreams,
Bogeymen of sallowed tubes.
Parade in the shallow sun
O nixies of nixed fortune,
Those imps of golden misfortunes.
Everest much sloth,
Too much guiles for them to be
Warring fiends of Himalayan mountaineers.
Belated pixies of broken hearts,
Metalic sprites of the jungles of hell,
Gremlins of Netherlands.
Gnomes of bastards and dastards
Wreathe of pyrhic victory
Much impuissant at their broken heels,
Haikus
Without melodies no one is saved
Without melodies no one finds the day
And no one find the night and the way
A yodeling yodeler,a troubadour of clangorous cymbals,
O waow a minstrel from betrothed heart,
A warbler of golden knights,a songster and the solo band.
What a melodist of stringed instruments,
A serenader a chanteuse ,
Good cords,chirping melodies like the nightingale,
Like the chanter from the golden blues a vocalist of miscleneous river streams.
Haikus
No songbirds like the nightingale,king of the woodland birds,
The migratory birds in their wings regalia arrive in the spring,
Chirping songs beyond the melodies of sonorous voices
Catchy melodies pave the crossroads with pantheon of beautiful dreams.
O we steed and meed melodies
To find the way to golden hills
Haikus
O you sloth and you say
'Those nervous wrecks, bundles of nerves
And ninny hammers
Did nothing with their lives'.
And before you know a jack of vital statistics,
Yell at you and apprise you the wreaths
Of their beautiful antecedence
What do you do?
And when you break down in tears
You regret a lifetime of no remorse
'It's too late to make a change's
Assume others have gone ahead of you
To push to unrealistic and unattainable targets
Should you fall below much vaunted yearnings,
O would still be much ahead of your peers.
Life is full of competition and competency in peers
The game is between peers and superior peers stake the shot
O they stake the shot with pyrhic victory
O they stake the shot
And the wisest one reap and suck top etchelon dry
Haiku
Superlative superogation in the muckraking of amplified insanity
Creases much vaunted sanity to abound
A landmark that could break the stalemate of unscrupulous landmines
A plenitude of piddling,niggling nihilism
Could brothel much insanity,
What an heresy of newfangled contraption!
And chaos upon chaos thrashes ontology.
Haikus
Who is in love of euthanasia and necrosis that he may repose as demise?
Of course nope and neither I
Certainly am an immortal like hydra the sempiternal.
O nimble footed nimiety, exuberance,
Altar of recrements in their nine days wonder,
Potpourri of overdose amidst the burning landmines of satiety,
Haiku
Nada on the zot,zot on the nada,
What squash of Zippo or diddly squat do you refer to?
Plead your art scrimp and skimp your ass bum for wisdom
Haikus
Quite uncharitable things to do,
A berserk caught her in muddledness
Hung in nadaville,lala land and gauzes of narcosis and maze.
O she get that stupefaction of discombobulated shindigs
In her navel to belly ache,
To make her goof beyond her glazes.
The Possibility Of Dreams.part 257
Amazing footsteps is not the consequence of robust planning though perhaps quite contributory but pattern of climate change on the narcissistic gruels of human arts maketh a lunatic situation sometimes the richest battlefield of golden mines.When we say it comes with no landmines then we re not wrong to believe that indeed it is a gold mine worth of precaution,precision, positioning and exploration.We re seemingly seeing in a swinging sensation what others don't see and it takes either by nature or supernatural to see it and do it.
In the highlight of attainment schedules over times we might have to classify this sort of gold mine under algorithm of favor and I think if we manipulate these schedules we get what we all wanted from nature so much easily where others call us wanted.
June 10, 2025
Haikus
Dreams and visions the support wheels
Of obsessed compulsion,
Monomania, one track minded, irresistible pulse ,fetish idee fixe,
At your pace of troy,of weight avoirdupois ,you dare crucifix of your own kismet.
On the borderline,on furlough,on sabbatical,
Omophagous ensued from omphalitic obtuse angle.
An apologists of bestial motif resurfaced
To behold and smear my little guard .
Haikus
Not merely with obtund golden rule,
Did they golden status pluck
And not beneath wreaths of gallantry did pluck their stardom either.
Oblique,tilted,tilting,slanted, diagonal,sloped,askewed, aslant,
Objectifying ilks of pet peeves and objectionable hombres
Could get you off reckless nights and impostored morning.
To recuperate from the moral impairment,
You leverage your ken to uncover sanctimonious axioms,
Facts don't lie as the cobwebs of evidences
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