Long haikus

Stop playing games with your destiny and the destination 

what you set out to do take action immediately 

The rewards of golden dreams is the blessed outcome of wonderful actions .

Know what you desire and want out of life and barely waste your time on menial isdues

Your time is short as your life is short and before you know it time is gone.

Long Haikus

Sparking ire brings you moral discomfort 

Does discord ever retreats from her footsteps?

of course nope but messenger of good tidings often save a nation

Wild jubilation before victory will eventually brings that good tidings

It is never possible to expect victory and you receive failure

To demand more victory with a desperate spirit 

Certainly brings good tidings and not for once does it fail?

What you think you would get and what you think you shall not get.

Long Haikus

Beautiful mornings spring from bitter nights

The memories of bitter nights never heals

Until the wonderful days of bright morning arise.

Good folktales bring civilization and gossipers ooze strange odours 

Bitter tales brings down the nation 

where wonderful tales brings good tidings 

Haikus

The path of optimism starts from within

The pattern of opportunity treads softly or wildly

On this path of optimism where the most elaborate active measures bring you fortune 

He who is hopeful receives opportunity 

He who receives opportunity delivers 

apparently accomplishment in record times .

See yourself as enclave of opportunity 

hope of the world savior of the world 

Bright shining light barely fade in darkness 

Haiku

The love of your vision 

and the steps of your action

Are the reason why you re freed

Truth Never retreats

From the homepage of lies

A truth after many years 

May be born

Does it mean 

that lies are oddly

Not good?

Of course if we lie

On purpose and constructively

Is no longer a lie

But half truth

The middle sibling 

Betwixt lie and truth

It may tarry 

And may not

But someday 

May give birth 

to nothing 

But truth

Who says

Both are not brothers 

Or cousins?

Or who says 

Like 

Knowledge and ignorance too

Are not brothers 

Or cousins 

To disown them? 

I do not advise liar 

Should start 

At lies and lying.

But someday 

It is better 

To start with half truth 

Mother, 

close relation

Distant cousin

And brother of truth.

Who says 

We cannot dream

With lies?

With lies and half truth 

Never absolutely 

Far away from siblings

They re never

On retreat

Their Transition

The Possibility of Dreams.part 259

Hence I think what combines these attainment schedules together is faith .And faith is the evidence of the unseen and  the prospect of yet to be seen accelerated by the farce of the possibility in the possibility of the impossibility.We create a trend in the consumated consumption of arts to twerk fortune from misfortune when we follow this line of thoughts that only few thousands dare to tread.The magic wand is often times the support structure that enables such a child or individual takes the bull by the horn to spill such an act and achieve unpredictable success out of life.We always know better but to get our priority right is often times a very serious matter for the majority and they find it hard to get clarity into their thoughts early in life .Folks who follow this lead may end up wasting life and I quite agreed with the reason behind the failure of most potential talents in our vicinages yielding precious talents to the wasted or saturated opportunity that could not bring out the best out of their talent.They pay too much taxes to survive let alone make it.These are two different things.I think without supportive structure it might be impossible to make distinction on life and we believe the attainability measures using the right format of attainment schedules ought to understand this clinical formation of achievement map to make life easier for themselves and livable.

Mother's Memoirs.(Skeltonic verse with quotation)

remember you sweet mom

 I always do like a lucre

Your golden words stir us 

in the grand fighting lane

Brother ajibade use to recall 

your muse in golden words 

"we shall not go

 home in shame"as the

parable later proved 

to be really true undeniably 

wary of defying

our odds for our dreams 

we move clingy to the

 grand fighting lane to secure better 

life beyond the raving ass of 

past regrets scars and stigma 

with our elegant style

from the beautiful dreams 

revelled unforgettably from our distant past in visionary comfort 

They seem never to go away

tis we summon our courage 

nothing is a friend beyond mission 

 and visionary prowls

for where failed ones rage

there vision often triumphs

and alter the status quo 

for the actualisation and fulfilment 

with their swift blades

as they open the sword plays

and fight alongside the beautiful dreamers 

against both odds and turns

for the cities of golden hills 

Alarm?(anam suad).

We should not 

try to alarm 

with our situation 

Simple 

Hear your sound

 of faith repeatedly 

In your wild

 action.

Don't mess up

your chance

when you pass 

 verdict

Your expectations 

will not be 

found wanton

Period.

Mansions.(Soledad).

when Midland was formed I dreamed big again with beautiful promises to build mansions in richest places and all dawn on me

Dreams like honey.(Somonka).

I m licking honey 

I think will sweeten my day

this sweetness I m sure

 gladdens my dream like 

battling hummingbirds in flight

I search ; I had dreams

tasted like the honey comb

until it sweetened my posterity

give honey to dreams.I have so

much honey in my dreams.

Restless fauxpas.(Stornello)

ages elevate the aged with their memories

and the young may shines even brighter but cannot get old clothes like the aged

who stumble

Into mornings in ḿost cases without any plan whatsoever 

repeatedly making the same fauxpas where the vicious cycle persist like never before 

Declaration.(Rhupont poem)

He declared triumph 

In burning gales

above the burn

In shackles 

and then declared 

and shouted eureka 

and so beguiled

with triumph

He was victorious everywhere 

With unending glory

to last beyond his time 

Like an eternity 

They slow died 

in their great lot

Without history 

As glory adorn us

Long haikus

Start reading loud your dreams 

confess loud brought you to closer

To lifelong dreams and ambition 

We re closer to our dreams when we first believe 

The moment we do we move closer than ever

To pull into our backyard all the colours of rainbow 

My father's consignment.(A Tripadi)

I have a consignment at sea 

my father once said

And once it landed the great factory begun

So that we never lack a thing tis its demise a decade after

Although the momentary riches could have lasted much longer 

For folks hardly get the luck to twice bless themselves in a lifetime 

Which feel so real until it happens 

And lo we rejoice as the journey to Lagos

Brought us a greater consignment at sea

O jubilant.(trian Rannaigechta moir).

O jubilant 

We all jubilate 

for the triumphant days

Or days in glory 

Let gyrate your joyance

Jubilation 

Of glorious 

Excelsis 

O jubilant 

Victory is our birthright 

Or we celebrate our birthdays 

the song of freedom 

As new glory 

burns greedily through us

For reproductive sunny times 

That often last

Accolades.(tricube).

 I pour

Accolades with end

Like a dementia 

Because I do 

know really well

productivity 

But such confession 

Is the highway 

To insurmountable greatness 

Tell wisdom.(treochair)

Tell wisdom 

To teach you in the first place 

with the purposeful mission 

Mission is

To get positives right

And break boundaries 

For ovation

Therein interferes with

 other ovations to rein supreme 

Haikus

The beauty of changing times 

Is the characters that are behind 

The fountain of positive forays.

Let me not depart the sunny times 

Not to untimely demise me nor dismissed 

From the bottom to the zenith 

Haiku

The battles are dressed in the winds

It is fought in the land 

and accompaniment of failure was ditched into trenches.

The battle field keep changing so do the arts and artillery of wars

My father's consignment.(A Tripadi)

I have a consignment at sea 

my father once said

And once it landed the great factory begun

So that we never lack a thing tis its demise a decade after

Although the momentary riches could have lasted much longer 

For folks hardly get the luck to twice bless themselves in a lifetime 

Which feel so real until it happens 

And lo we rejoice as the journey to Lagos

Brought us a greater consignment at sea

Rumbles In the jungles.(Tarzanelle poem)

The most difficult things in life is to believe 

What you cannot do simply you didn't believe it

Many loose their full capacity due to this misty indolence

When challenges and circumstances stir us in the face

Like a rash.Are we loosing our mind ?

What we fail to do and what we desire to do

Evanesce like a dream in smoke before us

in shock.The interrogation is a big interrogation 

like a big bang,'Are we truly loosing our mind?

 

Nothing fails like failure I say often times

And nothing often succeed like success 

Yet we fail often times to apply this logic 

in the quest to dreamland archipelago 

we should live as if nothing else counts

And indeed nothing else counts beyond lifetime dream 

In the course of stars we re destined for this archipelago 

Rumbles and jumbles in the jungles verily speaking 

offers potential gold mines to our much cherished golden hills.

Unrepentant Rain.(Gwawdodyn Byr poem)

Imagine rainfall everywhere flooded and we seem unable

 to our surprise able to control the fog

which we speculate in the meantime might not end too soon 

The Poor.(A Roundelay)

Indeed the world is mean to the poor

No one shares passion to lift them 

and pranking them with greater misery

Over this basis they weaken them;

When politicians siphoned public funds

The poor eats the poor to stay alive 

and still eating themselves to stay alive

so it has become a standard norm

to stay alive at the risk of greater threat to lives

since the poor inherit mass poverty 

when politicians siphoned public funds  

the poor eats the poor to stay alive.

when there is poverty there can be no peace 

Possibly getting worse as they grow older

what will the poor pass to his yonder generation?

If not mass poverty aggravating the clime

when politicians siphoned public funds 

the poor eats the poor to stay alive.

Now that I have reached my golden hills or ne plus ulstra 

and rejoice as sunset and sunrise turns to gold

and with truly corresponding greater triumphant heights 

Beyond my cumulative golden dreams

when politicians siphoned public funds 

the poor eats the poor to stay alive.

Every body.(Than-bauk)

Who can be nobody 

 someday become somebody 

Or still nobody?Nobody.

Who buys wisdom 

in action to unveil 

 golden stars? Somebody.

Who struggled to reap

Where he did not 

sow bountifully?Nobody.

To fail to achieve 

Is it that their best may

 be insufficient?Correct.

Mom.(Elongated Triversen)

Tomorrow finally arrived 

and a million golden roses

belowed with triumph of golden 

 hills 

when my great mother died

My eldest brother complained

Since he was a lifelong bachelor 

lamented life was tough on him

and had to pray heavily again 

Since no one often pray for him

Everybody knows death as

the final rites but mosaic family 

was blessed with magic wand of

 eternity.

A former landlord had counseled

Us to use her clothes for fetish push

To go from broke to riches 

I declined and the ridicules

Was too much and dreary days closed 

Not until the trauma closed with golden morn.

Past is past.(A Strambotto poem).

When you wake up in n the morning to breathe or hail,

Recall the hope of beautiful future,

and the beautiful dreams of that great hope

 in your hands to indicate that nature loves you

To learn from the past and to move on confidently 

Into distant posterity with alarming degree of great confidence 

not to be comfortable with the past a forgone conclusion 

and all of your triumphant bliss would continue to pour in.

Haikus

Beautiful dreams come 

Once in a golden lifetime 

Only to evanesce like a bird

Not only that bold men 

Captures beautiful women 

But also captures the city of gold 

Boast.(A viator)

When ungrateful folks

 boast of their achievement 

saying that they re special 

When indeed they re not 

I use to mock them

when they boast

 that they re nothing 

but complex fools

A local man free reader

at the news stand

 severally mocked me

over his millionaire status

and children's educated status

Saying mockingly and condescendingly

  I amount to nothingness 

To the traduce of my person

My 200books of poetry

I set my face like a flint 

To release my 200books of poetry 

In which I did a sample of all the forms of poetry existing worldwide.The smallest is 100pages and about the rest almost completed.

Bagatteles

The bagatteles in my shadows

Has averted the spoonfed 

Of golden strays to make lilt

Tis much spangle by the foxes!

Tactics are not repugnant 

But sullen smears would be thawed

That resentful ire cast over coagulated spasm

Any cringes that I never cringe

A pigeonhole that button holes 

They detest what he adore

That mishmash in reticent deny

Emotes upon emotes to strip him dire

Trifles haven't heard of the trigger 

Irony is my war slogan 

Golden stars assured of the wanton craps 

Stardom will not forget him who hardly crave it

Spewing gibberish from the beneath 'libertas!libertas!!Libertas!!!

Has the stolid coy being forfeited before 

without melodies from yonder climes?

My Golden Stars.(Paradelle).

Meet me in the darkest hours of my cringing stars

Let the darkest times awake the brittle of my dead stars

When the ferocious storms burn my aggressive competitors dead than I could remember 

When the hazy clouds hit them hard than I could recall 

Childhood memoirs bring my dead stars really back to life.That I am the rising stars above my peers.

They fall woefully and much ruin escorted 

They fail woefully and much ruin escorted O much ruin escorted them into obscurity.why

O much ruin escorted them into obscurity.why?

Who can explain the sad story of the untold ruin?Dearth of knowledge wails beneath.

My golden star rises from the obscurity of my history.

My golden star rises from the obscurity of my history.

As time repays me rewards

As time repays me rewards 

Perpetually in my extraction my rising stars reward me as time fretfuly flies.

Nature repays me my golden star rises,

O out of the ash heaps.Beyond compare 

as the raging monsoons fell beneath my feet 

my rising stars in dingy clouds outshine my achiles heels .Not by kismet did it happen. Preparedness fell great oaks than by luck.

Burning Bliss.(Triolet).

"The burning bliss is about to grow "

and not very sure where it will end

but I shall enter into my archipelago of dreams 

"The burning bliss is about to grow"

and convincingly true we shall enter into our promise land.

"The burning bliss is about to grow"

and not very sure where it will end

Escapades.(Nasher poem)

Lonely and intentionally I gripe in solitary confinement.

as if no panache panacea a route to my lifelong dreams 

But then in the civility of the night crossed my path of reflection 

Wondrous deeds to my heavenward bliss

escalated beyond my known escapades.

Irony.(Mondo/Question and answer poem)

Why do some boozers live much longer?

Why do the wicked lived much longer too?

Isn't an irony or satire to my bone?

I can't but treat myself to the laughing stock 

Should I agree to the burning gales,o what burning gales?

The irony of my admission.

Resilience.(An Italian Octave).

The dew hit hard on the

broken surface

though we found it later flooded which seemed not to wink

After the flood had been so dense

dissipating the momentum to low ebbs

and evanescing flooded basins from the scattered kerbstones and porous streets erosion 

So soon in tempest storm, there was fog as soon as it returns with resilient ferocity of the winds.

Haiku

The seasons of thought and reflection 

Is the true reason for the pragmatic season

And the optimal reason for existence 

Avarice.(Masnavi/mathnawi).

In the riverbank adjacent to the deadwood,

we sat sedate

with more fanfare to fanfaronade  a hallowed eye to eye,

Not being timid to talk but to truly revel 

in the relish of nature's harmony a therapy to human soul

to feed desiderata into the awe

undaunted and the majestic wand of heavenly moisture .

Forest breezes in sublime frequency clandestinely percolate bone marrow gone tipsy 

they could not instantaneously get off the shore,

 Revels upon revelry gluttonous gourmands unpacified,as gourmets relish sea foods.

Haiku

We are the faces of old dusk

No longer part of the old guard

Now the faces of a new dawn.

Clanging cymbals.Hay(na)ku,A 3 line poem

Triumph

Chase triumphs

 On the battlefield.

Valley 

Freeze valleys

For the mountaintop.

Yell

frost yells

On the vertigo 

Evil

smear goods

On the nature's frost

Merry

wears Merries 

On the clanging cymbals 

Quitter's Pall.(mistress Bradstreet stanza)

No void whatsoever none where there is knowledge 

Ascend stratosphere with wonderful mastery 

breaking stalemate at impossible horizons 

Though mountains seem immovable and undaunting 

where quitters quit at every pall of strangulation 

And in tense resistance to gallantry sees obeisances as fools in their foolhardies.

the rationalists defy their trust in the empirists.

Haiku.

The point of corrections is not the same

With the obeisance to the laws

And the spirit of the law is a temptation to insubordination.

The Possibility of Dreams.part 258

I think the powers of what we know extremely matter and heavily complex should we have to abandon them for mere prejudice.Learning from exorbitant prices of liberty causes us to learn the hard way from the costly expenditure of experience.The distance between cause and effect produces experience and to ignore the dilemma that causes human arts to learn from this ugly stake of high expenditure incenses the timely loss of what is learned in the environment of experience.Then arts in the abrasion of tentative environment tends to jettison what is learned drained with the same momentum with which it is learned.Abrasion with time tends to mortgage or depreciates what is learned in exchange for the purpose of new discovery under constantly changing momentum of arts.The transaction of purpose must be well connected to the target points at effect ends.Constantly changing environmental forces calls for highly strung fidgety of human arts learning to adapt to this nightmare of changing environment.We barely move with such spirit of change and not keeping up with the change of transformation teds to make a mockery of extant experience for the rapidly changing world.

Haiku

Victory belong to everyone 

But only the vigilant 

Keep it forever to themselves 

Haiku

The city of gold not far away

It takes only perseverance 

To cover the distance 

Haiku

The most intricate does not come cheap

It takes gallantry 

to poke near its critical realm

Haiku

If your gift maketh you a way

You must be careful 

To also know a favour is included 

Haiku

Not every grace given

Is equal in ample supplies 

For many get theirs in a hard way

Haiku

Benediction above not twisted

Beneath unless the beneath 

apparently embraces the embroidery 

Haiku

The truth is not bitter

To the most informed

Only to ignorant folks

No Remorse.(Sestina)

Your confidence was not oblique.folks remorse 

It wasn't appropriate for them,an ethic of warm

They lured many into the primrose bank in vain

but the plunder was just too much 

to the dampening of their glow.Their optimism was gone.

will have a brighter future in another life.

They recalled locust years dared try no more

another quit and it was all gone for good

they turned bliss down. Although for that sterile aversion, 

remorse could not turn back(no one could)to rise

It was obvious and a little regret too much regret 

to the rest of dumb show and which guile look on a horrible 

Now you may think them timid.When acatalectically you are not far from truth,

but this is the reality and we can do nothing to stop it whether you like it or not.

However,we barely succumb to regret too soon in comparison with boredom.We desire that you leap ahead grovel over ambition but plead no dint regret.

It's quite apparent we need more gallantry to leap ahead more than ever before. There's a loop in the loophole and a broken wall in the entire edifice gets no attention at all.Really imponderable and this could be due to negligence .I dare not regret me 

staking the negatives to get the positives work. We hardly regret to lead the way that give us warmth and comfort, fulfilment and accolades, enjoin us to tread more carefully beyond the extant and the unknown apparent oddity so that the main goal is the reward of fulfilment 

where all races of the entire mankind woefully fail in both their fair and unfair pursuit of the cities of gold weakneeds, psychopaths and dimwits in their broken lineage fallen on dead ends,there we rave round the solitary streets jubilant as old sleigh bells .

We love seeing ourselves at top etchelon in the golden hills our destined cities

 of golden hills leapfrog beyond compare 

Golden feet.(Seguidilla poem).

When the times exit the blues

Never to return 

I leap into cloud cuckoo land

blistering paces.

Each step cluttered in Lagos

Returns with the golden feet

hammered with golden guns.

50.(Lai poem).

been 'round for long

I know what it takes

to write 

middle of your life

fifty and still kicking 

No stress

Each write up different 

marathon laps not much bored

still sedate.

Daring.(Monotetra).

We found the golden hills on the Alakazam 

that we staked as reason for neplus ulstra 

and conversed about our golden dream's unimpeded 

where despair crashes and victory looms.

They told me I should resign to my fate

but I was committed to with vision 

and wanted to make a distinction--

they cursed "No hope",they cursed "No hope".

Pretty Stalker.(Kyrielle).

Every drift time nature converses

it stakes its tingles with long tails 

that were often motivated with mothernature 

though mothernature's not a pretty stalker

It never was a matter of fact 

"Chance" or providence that linger on

and it lonely warrants nature to stalk

but mothernature's not a pretty stalker

So,it offered its warm devotion astray

every time in a blue moon 

flinging looks a natural thing

and mothernature's not a pretty stalker 

Some drifts indicate no to providence

evolution charms her name calling offense or

buying impulse better still hallucinated 

when mothernature's not a pretty stalker 

Words and meanings.(A Peter fatomilola's concrete Ịfa free verse).part one

Oro pelu Timo

Oro pelu late

No ịgba Timo 

Wa ni kere 

Won or oorde kan

Ti won ba pe 

Baba mi

Ina gije

Ti wan finpe ni

"Af 'eniyan

mụ ịma soro"

Alarmed at the nickname 

given to his late father

And also given to him

He was compelled 

to visit his father

to learn about the meaning of

"Afe niyan mu Iman sọrọ " or 

"A peniyan mimo soro"

Meaning "using mortal influence

 to derive wisdom "

This oracle of words

 was quite puzzle

That he had to inquire 

The hazy meaning 

Of the puzzling word

and was shuddered

And the old man saith:

"Oro pelu itumo 

Eni bá bere oro,ofe dị Igbo"

And the old man retorted

 ,furious incantation."

Words and meanings.(A Peter fatomilola's Ịfa concrete free verse.)part two

Oni ọgbọ bi 

Ọrụnmila soro

be si

Oni ifa ni

ewi fun

moni moni

Kọ ma

mo ni lo 

Ifa ni ewi

monyan monyan

Kọ mon 

monyan.

ire kikin 

Kọ ni 

nne nini

ka Mọn

ra eni 

Odifa fun

Ọrụnmila 

Ifa lo mon 

Olokun 

seni aje

ebo ni won 

Niko se 

Osetan 

Ojafun 

Odele olokun

Ire Owo ire omo

Ire ya

On lorunmila

Kọ wa le"

This oracle 

Shed light to

His puzzle 

Known or

translated as 

Oro pelu itumo"

meaning 

"words and meanings 

Or using mortal influence 

to derive wisdom"

My Glory.(Quasidar without quotations)

And this 

glory 

a

burning heavenly 

moisture 

downpour startling ridden of empyrean 

heights summoned 

clings to my girdle,

the beautiful promises

of golden hills 

falls on my 

navel

belly- aching

I left myself 

speechless in the smithereens 

a belly laugh 

though a

wanderlust 

gallivanting raptured with my beautiful dreams 

My Root.(Landau poem)

my root lit up my golden dream

inspired  and sharpened my mental state from the brink

Then time arises to quash my riddles beneath 

and then my arts like the eagles revive itself 

the migration to Lagos at the first night three decades 

faltered beyond repair in the first salvo

to truly revive the family silver faltered beyond compare 

Sometimes we almost turned back 

to remorse back into deep darkness 

But I m sure we pull back with resounding victory.

A Rosy Petal.(interlocking Rubaiyat )

Remember the days of little beginnings 

In a miser of somberness and frustrated wits

because we know conditions command time identities

and may someday transform us

Like a rose transformed by its own petals

with the hallucinations that burn with the blinding lights 

they turn to nothing with all your petals of gallantry 

and be optimistic through an assured rim of heavenly moisture .

Gallantry (Gogyohka)

Downright impossible 

to wither your vein

as the gallantry spikes

from your bone marrow 

tis you re engrossed.

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O agape.(Imayo poem)

My feet glides above the stars--fellow earthlings stare beneath 

O agape at my empyrean heights-even birds terrify at the blistering pace

my eyes starry above the heavens

my ideology rebuke the impossibilities-a rising tree once again.

Above the earth.(Huitain poem)

Behold once upon a time I dreamed

about my expedition into the cosmos 

and persevered my new countries 

my mission to transcend the planet earth 

but my limitation would not stop me

or for me to quit since it has no alternative 

with the wings of gallantry above landmines 

tis to be from the shackles of earthly slavery 

Triumph.(Novem poem)

Hold love close

Or linger with

Others who love

Avoid altercation always

or run with

Clemency who knows 

Triumphs will triumph 

you closer 

to destiny and hope 

Make optimism strong

to amuse about 

your brightest stars 

Lost Prospects.(Cut up method/technique poem)

All this transpired 'by-zan-thine'

The cloudy parts were over

One friend I loved was gesticulating 

and shuddering 

another episode a fumbling machismo

drawn by guileful indifference 

And madness persist .No coterie of any kind.

I Ve changed all my friends 

I wandered in the longuer streets amidst fools

It seemed  no brighter prospects among the youths

There door of optimism was closed

we went back into the trenches.

For the Laniyan family.(Kwansaba).

When unsurpassed glory beckons in their kismet 

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.

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 

Black power and white power push to dream 

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 

Bartenders bartend

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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impression,

only 

find

 out

it

is 

false.

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.

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...