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
;
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
;
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
;
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?
