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Ode to an Elephant ( A tribute to Prof Wole Soyinka)


They said the beautiful are not yet born
But the fearless are not yet gone
The Elephant of Egba still swaggers in the jungle
Even the lions dare not rumble
The great hawk that frightens the mother hen
The lone voice that straighten our nation when
The path derails
The black jaguar who swallowed the white snail
The iroko who stands when baobab fell



He carries the cloud on his head
And unites nations with his words
With His pen he conquers where sword fails
The one whose creativity oppress the oppressors
Looks fragile like china
But his courage can move idanre hills
The one who serve as a museum of our culture
The brave elephant in the forest of demons
The voice that refused to be silenced
When lips won't move

The fish who survived
Even when the climate was fearfully hot
The horseman who rode with death and kings
The lion who becomes the jewel of our heritage
And made us giants like the elephant of the forest
The one who deserves all the ink of an African poet
A ladder of attainment for the hopeless
Aiming for the sky


Even when the sculptures carve no more images
The one in his shelf will still reckon forever
A great icon to be canonise
A man who made history then turns legend
The great Elephant who knows
The trick of the jungle
The oracle who sits at the helm of knowledge
Your are truly a gem to our world.

I started poetry just two years ago, for I don't want to die without dyeing something. My first poetry was on nature. Heartbroken made me to realized who am I. Poetry is now my second love but still searching for the first.

TOO MORNING TO MOURN


It's too morning
To be mourning
The mighty fall of the elephant
Might shook the wood
Will it stop being wild?

It's too morning
To be mourning
The blind might be blind
What about his mind
Won't he visualize with it?

It's too morning
To be mourning
The man might be lunatic
Has it been seized
His homosapien license

It's too morning
To be mourning
When it has never be
A pandemic without cure
Or the one without curer

It's too morning
To be mourning
When His Highness
Is still the owner
Of you, me and whatever.

©Hassan Temitope, 2016

OUR MESSIAH


Listen and be attentive
You're the worst man
Ever liveth or probably
Shame be unto you

What specie of hawk
Should we group you
A chicken, you can't kill
And you wore the crown
Of the great eagles

The land is in grief
You've jilted its trust
Why should we again
Crowd around you
Or any man of your sort

Our messiah we called you
We pushed you up
And sit you atop
Behold, you came
Without a christmas

Our water yet unturn
To wine, neither
The bread could feed
An ant

If at all ye die
You can't resurrect
The gods so attested

Thumb up boss, your message is clear. I'm sorry, why not blood-print or something else that won't be more than four words as the title. I think it will make more sense sire. Just saying though

OUR MESSIAH


Listen and be attentive
You're the worst man
Ever liveth or probably
Shame be unto you

What specie of hawk
Should we group you
A chicken, you can't kill
And you wore the crown
Of the great eagles

The land is in grief
You've jilted its trust
Why should we again
Crowd around you
Or any man of your sort

Our messiah we called you
We pushed you up
And sit you atop
Behold, you came
Without a christmas

Our water yet unturn
To wine, neither
The bread could feed
An ant

If at all ye die
You can't resurrect
The gods so attested

A PHONE TO HEAVEN


...But Old man
It's unbeknown to me
In your tales of prevision

Maybe it fled from me overtime
Or in your intention to keep it covered
Here it is;

Lion and Tiger force together
The rodents in garments of celebration,
Scavengers in exercise of festivity,

And all domestic zoo.
On the journey to the wild
The parrot relayed me that

I seek ye a clear revelation
Yammer to me oh wise one
I know you're near.

What are the procedure to follow for nomination

FOR A DESERT FALCON



Today calls for holiday
For celebration and play
Of no dismay but gay
Like pot-belly men of nowadays
All is brimmed in such away

Tell men to go nowhere but stay
Inform women to groom okay
Freedom is bought for the slaves today
All children should come here and play
Again,is a day of joy and gay

No life should be rope or slay
Even animals will feed not on hay
Man shall be serve with golden tray
All thing set, and indeed in array
Come one,come all and feel array

Don't think me mad in anyway
It's just a day of dance and play
For a lady, bright like ray
All things bow as she sway
They all know it's her day

She's made to never let man go astray
I seek nothing from you all today
But a congregation for her we pray
Not only now but everyday
Her wishes never be a month of sundays

A PRICELESS GIFT


My smile is an healer
Even to the fools and the mad
It wisen and sane them
For it's all cure herbal smile
A product you made me to market

You thought me to live
A sorrow and loneliness free one
Perfumed by the golden nectar
OF the tender stigma of your love

You've got me lectured
Of what tomorrow holds
And you firmly gripped my life
Leading me to no-isrealites journey

A temple of gold
And a pyramid of diamonds
Worthless a gift for me
You're a priceless present
To nurture,groom till eternity

WITHOUT AN APPEAL

ChecK me out soulmate
Im anew amiss hate
With rays of your heart
Showering friuts of love

I'm a glittering star of joy
Polished by chemical of care
Of which a maker you're
Secret to mass but plain to me

Those days of mistrust
Of shattered dream and promise
You came and dropped by
And stamped on my retina
The light of the future

The omen of pain and loneliness
You free them for me
You judged me to prison
Your ward of radiant love
Without filling an appeal

I'm ready to labour
In your jail of Hot capsule
Walled with army of hope
And angelic statue of eternal peace

On a bright sunny day like,
When the sun was at peak ,
When the windy- dusty wind of harmattan
Was busy painting the whole city brown.

On a day When everyone took shelters
In homes and offices of theirs
And all deserted the harsh streets.

Not minding all this troubles,
Not minding the hotness of the heaty sun
A woman was willing to save a life
A woman was willing to take a trip
A trip that is filled up wit pains and sufferings
A trip that sometimes ends with death and Sometimes happiness_"a risky trip"....

The good nine-months she got her self ready
For this trip, with helps and Words of,
Encouragement from friends and care ones

But on this day she was left on her own.
Locked up in a room tagged "LABOUR",
She pushed, she sweated, she visted hell
She withstood all such pains
Trying to bring a soul to life

She was fighting to breath life,
She was fighting so my birthday songs
Would be on my lips this day.
She fought and fought and fought,
Alas- She won Happiness, she saved a life,
She saved my life.

Today I stand with a heart filled with joy
Wit my eyes fixed right in the sky
And I say '' THANK U MOM"



You did a great job wit a content I am yet to meet...am sorry though,I changed somethings in ur work which I think is necessary,though many of your choice of words are retained reason been that I'm indirectly urging you to please adhere to writing of poetry in stanza to bring more traffic to ur work and try to be poetic too..also try to punctuate your work though I'm still working on it(most of my works are not punctuated)...

BEFORE EARTHQUAKE



Tomorrow will be too late
I shall hide my heart no more
Though heaven may fall
And the earth may quake
I care no more

For my heart is boiling and aching
And about to burst a second to come
But before it bid farewell
It words shall be utter

Hear me out lady
I'm in love with you
But am in phobia to tell
Maybe I might lose u forever

Its never in me a sugar-coated tongue
But the best heart I have
Don't be cynic,accept me
And light your life an heavenly love

Want Again Evening

@Gidiquotes it was included cos today marks International Day of the Girl Child..thnks

THE BEST GIFT FOR HER


You do a girl naught
If you buy her wears
Full her look with gold
And her bosom with 'inviting beeds'

Though she may never decline
All her eyes full of appreciation
But her heart aches and bleeds
For her want, neglected by you

You want to see her real beauty
Let her scribble something to you
Will only read ''educate me''
Give me education

Send her to learn
Finance her be educated
Behold an external beauty
Painted with joy and peace

For you just castle a nation
Of intellectuals,of great minds
When to a girl you enrich with
Secular education and of her faith

Ilaykorn..thnks a lot, n for d observation I'll try and work on it...thnks once more!!!

ALL ALONE

All alone I wait,
All alone I lay,
All alone I cry,
In my room without none,
Thinking of nothing, but you.

All I can hear is the cock,
Alarming me of dawn,
For prayer to not let my faith down,
To fathom my grievances.

Sigh! That's how my heart was,
When I suddenly formed your image,
but clearly in reality,
You're still not here,
But forever, I'll be here,
Waiting all alone.

THE DIVINE MATRIMONY


I hailed from the west
You emerged from the north
Can you see the other man
He's of the east and south

We are never the same
In circumstances of birth
And of blood relation
We milked from differ breast

I make no sense with my tongue
And you speak meaningless too
Your accent is never
Alike with my 'Yoruba-Yoruba'

The great niger and benue
Had divinely wedded each other
Offspring the nation Nigeria
Our land of peace,hope and progress

Brother, never let it be
From you or from me
The killing of the progeny
Of the divine matrimony

GO


I felt like dying for you,
I did thee, what the wish,
And leave all what I know,
For thee was all I care.

I dumped my passion,
And ran down to you
Why I'm so doing,
Still puzzle me.

Go away from me,
Meet another a man,
And treat him,
As thee dose me.

Take away his passion,
Buy away his freedom,
If for a day,
Keep the still.

WAIL NO MORE

O abandoned child,
In the dung-hill,
What have you come,
To fetch here all alone?

Your mouth is yet,
To ripe for speech,
But the agony and tears on you cheek,
Speaks you a banished fellow.

Is mother that doeth ye this,
Or your people forsake ye,
Are you unwanted to your paternal,
Or an abomination to the land?

Will you rot in this rubbish,
Waiting for a samaritan,
That may never come by,
Even when scavengers feast your flesh?

Rise on your feet!
Build up your world,
A unique eldorado,
And halt wailing on split milk.

WAR FOR PEACE


If we are to die,
It shall be bloody,
Our death shall no be cold;
For our phenotype is same,
With the so called martyrs.

We shall war,
With our soul, our life,
And all that we have,
To reign again peace.

They are invincible,
That's what we were told,
And folded was our arm.
As we watched before our eyes,

Death of our tomorrow leaders,
Elimination of our 'jewels',
Death of our vibrant men,
And the lost of our 'things'.

Even if jinns they are,
We are ready to face the aliens,
And if human they are,
We shall terminate the anti-human.

No matter what it caused,
No matter what it took,
We are just ready,
To war peace to our land.

Fighting for peace is not only by been a force but dwelling in action that promote peace both internal and external peace....we pray for peace in this country and the world at large as today marks 'World Peace Day'...be a peace builder not a peace robber..

THE MAN I EVIED


In my little years
When yet to ripe
For the business of the society
Those days of childhood

The men woke before the light
Up in the hill and
In the depth of the wood
They laboured, till the sun turn yellow

They never rest their weaken soul
Even while eating the heavy pounded yam
They swallowed the morsel
Like heavens is after them

And across the lane
Leading to my learning place
Lives a man with the 'world'
All children dream to be

Later in some years
Fortune made me meet
The daughter of the rich
And we made relationship

So, he laboured
The man outstanding the men
With all things of manhood
Even deprived his home of affection

Thanks bro