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

Elegy To A Sadomasochist-Part one

Wail OnThetrough,twinkle,twinkle spangled stars,
Dainty twerps and sadomasochistic tyros of trumpery,
caveat!
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

          THE PORTRAIT OF GREEK POET - ARISTOPHANES

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

EAGLE' S FLIGHT-Part one

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
detest, 

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