Trench warfare
Her signature trademark
By thy long tail trademark and swashbuckling eyes
No one wherefore dare tameth thy spindles
Thy fiendish gates crashed too easily like whacks
And thou defenders of the yoruboid realm
Thy trenches are full the feast of the boots for thy bowels
Mayest not cease to merry din with wines and porridges.
Adjoining lands hold its plateau in rarest awe ever seen
Her beautiful fortress was impenetrable
Unquenchable invincible and beleaguered sinews
Sorcery her mastery glides and glitters the sky
The warring ices did split with the thunder fit of terrors and agoraphobia.
She butchers adjoining lands with belligerent hoofs
The triumphant realm stood still
Infiltrated her proteges from the Lagelu and oluyole of Ibadan down to iseyin,modakeke,offa and beyond
This firmament of testaments shot beyond the empyrean sky.
And lo the fiends and acolytes frozen from locus of brutes into much vaunted civilised proteges
The swashbuckling eyes blistering gallivant beyond blackamoors'borders
Conquest over insurmountable hills and seemingly impenetrable fortress in the glorious epochs of gold rich mansa Musa king of ufe and Mali of the Timbuktu's stardom
Sent Iberian peninsula down to its goofy kneels
In the inestimable captivity that towered nearly a millennium of conquest
Who were the golden moors in whose ebullient feet the Caucasians stooped to bleed?
Of course the moors from ajilete did and never again did the ebonics lay same eggs in the European pens
Hardly had my lens and eyelid sharpened with internet googles
Did I notice AI's sullen rebuke with the claim"the moors were Berbers and picturesquely not blackamoors
Whereas historical images depicted otherwise.
Were the Berbers ebonoid to refrain the the picto-graphs?
The glorious sun of the Ogbomosho moors sprang from the blues and ricocheted across the board.
Out of the same blues came the wonderful conquest
And shone resplendently beyond the oceans and shores
The beautiful roses hath paced into the wondrous hills
Ogbomosho knighterrants
Cast still over the mast at noon
Tyrannous sloping masts and sordid mists of egregious dipping rows
Chided with yells , screams and blows
And thus spake the bard"the golden stars beneath the golden Sun
Beyond the storm blast blast the storms
Colosus and colors of colossus erupted
In both shadowy mists and vociferous snows,
And the fiends and progenies shuddered At the terrifying masts of windy -willed ship of her fighting cock
O that waded the Babylonian waters of captivity
That roared the golden blast of golden ship
Grew the wondrous cold of weary drifts
And serpentine turfs cast over warring ices and mast-high torpedoes fleeting and floating by as green as emerald for the smothering conquest
Crossing the snowy cold and Iberian frost amidst bootlickers of the snowy cliffs
Did barely send a dismal sheen over the rusticated dip
Warring ices like noises in a swound, cracked,growled and howled over the mountaineering conundrum.
Did not the battle of the Levant came thereafter the domineering awe of the moors ?
With extension the blackamoors did cross Omni continent
Long before Columbus set sail to america,the moor's relatives had found footings there.
The meso Americans of the golden yore not the brash tide of the plunky red Indians.
In the immaculate emigrants through strait of berring see to it down to america and
And yet goofs of historical pointificates hail as western influence.
The world ate the excreta and never did resurrect the damaged psyches.
And that nonlinearity of power vacuum
The helmsman of the storied antecedence
The albatross of antecedence reprisal filled the broken of the cyclical inversions of historical diameters
Colonialism round and round the circus it flew from the south winds
Once half mast of prior ship had lowered
The western winds assumed the renegades
Of the broken circus of counter clockwise swindlers
In the broken mist of storied clouds in their rampaging silhouettes
The Chinese came with compass that unction
Vitiating atrocities round and round the broken circus of millennials
Albatross haunted the mariners hollow
Glimmered through white fog smoke from fiends to thralldom and from thralldom to fiends,
South winds swooped off by hegemony of western winds,
Nature in the sordid creeks of flowing fate,shot the crowbow
With plunky feathers of her drawn bow and ruthless archery.
No coast guards in their coast nor any coast did coast aloof triumphs
In the abrasion of fallen claws and sponge thrown.
A fair mound not benumbed them to take their pie of dissident nature's teasing and fondling of the victorious bough.
Hence the gritty palms rose upon the beautiful torch and glorious sun
Out of the blue sea often spring he from the broken mist
O hails and harks in the forest dawdling snows.
Still Caucasians hid in the mist in the midst of raging south winds
And the cringe of centuries,blew the south wind behind
Where the moors had left storied clouds had forever since lingered
That hellish sting of imperial complacency
Had left them west winds held their golden sways
Over golden nightmares of the storied clouds.
When the fair breezes regained impetus the fair west wind resurfaced and resurrected
The pantheons of glorious herald
With obituaries of the south wind
Had not her goads ๐ been cast into oblivion
And poured accolades often times synchronously as the white foam flew and fair breezes over west wind grew
Free furrows of west wind burst forth
From the sedate times of monumental obscurity into rapturous times
Adorned by broken shafts of once medley of South winds
As breezes drop,south wind sails drop again
In the immaculate dense,hot copper sky
That barely drizzle with ahoy for the impending caisson of pathetic south winds
The bloody sun at noon grimaced south winds
At the unkempt dirts of the bloody revolts
Hence stuck in the trenches pyrates'benigned blood shed bloodlettings and blood bath
By the arrogating conquest of white winds
Upon those glitters thick fog frozen over mound of benumbed pledges and serfs in the gaol of discord.
How come the south winds barely observe
That upon slimy sea,slimy things did crawl with slimy legs.
The victory like witch's foils across death fire dances
Burnt green , blue and white,south winds gone grey and hazy
Tongues utter drought and famine in the mist of appealing palls
Choked with soot as pleading tongue speechless
Upon smashing lyrics of the bland speeches
There passed her golden time of the squandered epochs
Squirrels of south wind still grope in the dark
Are there any mound whatsoever for a resurgence?
The bard had lamented amusingly
Unless the childhood memoirs of the beautiful city of Ogbomosho
And her storied antecedence in reprisal
Be recalled and scrutinized
The military milk of majestic earth diggings beneath the rocky golden hills of South winds
May perspires in the vanity of this broken circus.
Nor dim nor pale ,unlike in the south winds'glorious excelsior's
Moon struck fruit cakes and loonies
Across the length and breath of golden yoruboid Cosmos
A gaze at the sweltering lash of south winds
Dread of the lounge lizardry foments their lustre if any
Appalling sky with a little speck grew into a mist of hazy clouds
Tis it moved and winced into the unscrupulous form and wist
Unslaked tongues,baked lips dodgings,
Parched throats, glazing eyes benumbed across a veered jeered water sprite sprinkling shadows
And dump and gullible stood throughout gutter hoods
In drought and famine though my household freed ricocheted with stolid nightmares.
As the west winds sucked blood beyond blood lettings
Every wave with meteoric showers is allocated in its time by mothernature
Then came nature that is her twain betwixt heaven and earth
To cast her dice in the gamble of earth's grating winds,
"Wither goes the weasel of the winds
In whose apportion shall it goes?"
Saith mothernature
Not by the alacritous claws of preparedness
Shall it be allocated whose sun's rim
Cast tentacles where golden stars from the golden roses on golden hills
Rush out stardom for keeps in the beautiful shards and glamorous fortress
But of the fortune alloys ,time therein giveth
Over bliss of fortune to prognosticated winds.
And the dice was cast swung in the favor of western winds
South winds disgusting and disgruntled dozed off
Not a recess but absymal demise and what prospects for resurgimento ?
Swashbucklers from ajilete the goliaths of ajilete spirits
May reshuffle the cabinet of the weary winds from stupor.
Still in dismay they go round and round the diameter of broken circuses
We hardly deny which winds listen to the golden whistles at mother nature's pall
Irate looks, dimmed stars, darkest nights,
Dewy dripping sails drilling South winds
In lachrymose pulse
Ajilete's spirit one sparkling ๐ star cast gleaming white lamp of the coxswain the steersman 's galaxy
To dip the clogging sails to clomb above the repressive but radiating wings of west where ghastly pangs of the gingerly south winds,
O the delicacies of her illustrious luminescence
Sullen explorer at mothernature's pall.
The dearth of southwinds'crossbow ,
O what a dearth mired with long lank brown grey skinny hands of butter fingers and ribbed sea sands
Rotting sea on the rotten deck where dead men dream yard rottened lay
With limb's melting pot of cold sweats looked unto the sky and sea unresponsive
Cataracts upon weary eyes
The charmed waters beyond the ship's immense shadowing and terse shadow in sparkling white tracks
O where pall's radiant beams bemocked the sultry main mischief ,
Over riding the wings' spread of hoar frost,
Beneath the plummeting waves of the west winds westwards
Belly laughed,with water snakes and water snake charmers gone moribund awful red
Where elfish lights and elvish rays of burnt civilisation was lit off
And in broad daylight fell off in the hoary flakes .
Who has ventured into the ship of no return
O with opulent attire, glossy green, blue and cast in velvet black moisture
In coiled swarm with golden fire flash and indelible flames in every track
With egregious clamour to ambush albatross over the fumbling ship
To fall like a lead in fumbling sea?
And lo for if it were with the ajilete spirit
That may slid into their sad souls
That a hilly beans might be sensate to reciprocate.
Though the ill churning cleft of thick black cloud clovers with sordid moon at its bedside ,
In quantum magnitude of the electrostatic planet
Dead men beneath dead lightning and dead moon
To bolster loud winds breeze up blew and not clustered mast with sweet aroma
To arrogate the rebirth of south winds
In atrophy of ajilete spirit is to court calumny and traduce at your scoop
Sweet jargoning and little birds drooping from the sky
Roasted in the fringes of the albatross
Not the windy instrument and lonely flute
Of vacouos angel's songs
Yet they set sleeping sails in the frowsy and drowsy woods
The backward sails set at noon that dost bicker their golden mantra of kismet
O dreams of joy bellowed from weary navel
That tinge of my bravura to tame the Cosmos
I from my humble feet from ajilete with the nightmare of ajilete
Beyond of rusticated south winds
Wrenching brisky muse had bruised the archetypal arrogating girth of fellow hoodster
A laid back hombre retrieved muses from my homily for the golden voyage into the Cosmos
We hail from the same roots tarred with the same brush,
Wield the same gongs and trumpets to stardom
Had himself standing ovation across the branded petals of demogoguery, as the reprieve
But when confronted with stratagem blueprint
It was dumb and gobsmacked in his crudest tendons
Barely an inklings of immense ado latent
In the gigantic leap's musings
Thereon pluck I my promiscuous verdict to shoot my archery into distant skies
Not like gungho loiters of sabre rattling
Awaking over sinking bar of the harbour bays and forlorn meadow
Across the sobs that barely awake and sway
With smoothly strewn transparent harbor bay,the moonlight lay and shadow moon encrust,
With the rock shone bright,silent steeped moonlight
Drooling over my weatherbeaten ass of steady and rugged shuttle cock
Silver light ridden bays berthed in cringing shadowy pleas and crimson colours of variegated shapes,
My hermit good staid meets the seraph-band upon the corse wherein flat I lay vivacious
To make me stoop at morn in compelling moist of solitary woods
The plump moss that truly hides plunky mass over rottened oak stump
Forest Brook with snow heavy ivy-tod at the owlet whoops to the scavenging wolfs
Haggard skeletons of fallen petals in their broken limbs
Barely fathom the mysticism of the ajilete spirit
As west winds eats the south winds' toddlers of the she-wolves
Stiffed boats on warped planks,so frail and sere,
Never saw aught unless perchance merchants of dreams were so otherwise otherworldly
Shrieve thee flexuous forthwith this wrenched frame of mine
That scarcely could withstand the crossbow of the hermit at the ploughs
Where hark of propping loud outburst
The little vesper bells clang tingling my navel
A kinky morsel of e pluribus unum and sate not the odyssey to the golden hills;
O my t'ai chi ch'uan and not dancing tara nแปr tata at the golden hills.
At mothernature 's pall,may the adventure not be my tada
The characteristics phenomenon of the ajilete spirit
O that taals with the folklores of their tabhangs
Refrain from the tabescent lax of tabetic loud winds and lousy wings ,
May pour accolades on the ajilete spirit
For the resurrection of the netherly south winds
Permit me the tablature and tableau vivant of the ajilete spirit,
O benediction galore for South-wood restitution
Not the table talk to adorn royal robes enroute the golden hills
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