OF LINES AND RHYMES

For brothers in muse…

When I started writing poems some years back, I was literarily drunk in rhymes. For each line, words must entwine like the stems of a vine.

However, along the line, my interest in rhymes faded and I discovered that I could even write better and finer without rhymes. Lending credence to this, I have seen great poets and poems focusing less on rhymes and the results are masterpieces.

Unfortunately, I have seen and read many budding poets and poems chasing rhymes to a fault. Many lose their message in the needless pursuits of rhymes; forced rhymes at that. These days, unconsciously, I only skim through rhythmic poems trying to discover the patterns rather than uncover the message.
So, this is my one cent to upcoming poets, ditch the rhymes, if they are not flowing. Allow your mind and muse the latitude to wander and discover the beauty of words weaved together like braids on an African woman’s head. 

Wailing Wailers

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Confused breed of beings
Rooted for a grueling speedy vehicle
On a rutted route
But readily revile a dawdling but auspicious journey

Every step is keenly censored
Every utterance is termed a goof
Every oration is handed divers exegesis
And all is done tirelessly

Every avenue is sought to disembowel
And spew the detritus residing within
On any dais they seem fit or not
Be it communal or sequestered

Eventually, the fleeting vehicle ferried its commuters into murky waters
Yet, they won’t stop looking back at what could have been
What else could have been?

They are only wailing wailers
And theirs eclipse the bereaved
 

#sunfad

One-Time Plebs

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With our thumbs
We feed them fat on our milk
And they perpetuate like swarms of wasps
Incubating an unattended chutney

Ere, they were not hungry
But now, they still won’t feign satiation
Yet, make a monarchy of our polity
Like the pre-Ptolemaic dynasties

Our fledglings flock the streets
As clouds of locusts
Stead of beams of glittering rays
Piercing the gloomy nightfall

Egos as vast as cathedrals
Bellies like reps congregating in an oval house
Their daily routine is brawling
Like gladiators in the arena

They suffer choosy dementia
Selecting to remember that they are now patricians
But not that they were once plebs
Well, that is even if they were

#sunfad

Life’s Classroom

This is a classroom
But no teacher
Your birth is your enrolment
Your begetters your admission officers
Your birth certificate your admission letter

No note-taking
Your memory is the notepad
No eraser
Words spoken, acts done
Cannot be obliterated from another student’s notepad

In that classroom
You could compete for top honours
In this classroom
Competition is running another man’s race
Frustration is the prize

In that classroom
You learn before being examined
In this classroom, most times
You are examined before you learn
And your result enjoys no privacy

This is life
A classroom with no teacher
Your birth your admission
Your death your convocation

#sunfad

The Struggle

These days,
I struggle with poems
I struggle with the gourd of inspiration

At dawn,
The flair in my pen turns elusive
And the glee in the concourse
Waxes unmissable

At dusk,
I slug it out with the ink in my quill
And just drift off
While awaiting the arrival of the Muse

Maybe the gods only want me
As their mouthpiece
And not the writing-pad

#sunfad

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Wishes turn kisses

Now
Kilometres may transcend our love
Distance may comprehend what we feel

Now
The terrain of statuses may be our date
The platform of tweets may be our hang out

Now
Drying our tears with kisses may only be with smileys
Walking down the street with fingers interlocked may only be in our dreams

But one day
We’ll no longer share wishes but kisses
For wishes are mere vehicles that drive the heart to fantasy
And kisses are the sacred seals of the soul of love

One day
Time will bolt beyond Bolt
But this matters less
For when the heart feeds on love
Nothing else matters

One day
Texts will turn words
And we’ll no longer work for dreams
But dreams will work for us

In your smiley smiles resides beauty
That transcends the view of the sunset
So why won’t I wait?

For the day that wishes will turn kisses
I’ll wait
I’ll wait for you!

MY WOMAN

My woman
Be my peace
And not the beast
That I domesticate

Be my source of inspiration
And not of desperation

My lady
Be my nonpareil friend
And not the beginning of my end

Every cold night
Make your love the tender blanket
Under which the warmth of my heart is regulated

Make me the envy of peers
Let the mere thought of you
Ferry a limitless message of gratitude to the Creator
For making me the most fortunate of men

I crave not for perfection
But a home reeking of love and affection

A home where I, the foundation
But you, the pillar

My woman
Be my pride
And till our spines become bent
I’ll be by your side

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On November 2, 2013 By inspiredsunfadIn family, matters of the heart, Poetry7 Comments

I refuse to blink a tear

I refuse to shed tears again
I refuse to bat an eyelid
I refuse to blink a tear

When a dead man
Walking in a living’s habiliment
Finally takes his inevitable bow
I refuse to blink a tear

It’s of no use
The dead grieving the dead

We all have a common denominator

In writing this short piece, the lines flowed effortlessly. The reason is not far-fetched.
I was chosen as one of the finalists for the Nego Poetry Corner contest earlier today(21/09/13). The poem I presented was the elegy I wrote for my younger brother(Fadipe Taiwo) who passed away early this year. You can check it here: http://wp.me/p2uk6r-C
Logging on to facebook after getting home, I read the news of the death of a final year student in University of Ibadan.
Yesterday, funeral rites was performed for a prominent member of my home church. I need not go on and on. Death has become so real to me that I no longer dread its stings. One of the things we have to live with as humans is that we can’t live forever. Death is inevitable.
After all has been said and done, what matters is eternity.
I fear not death, but eternity. For even if the holiest of men is not qualified, except for GRACE!

On September 21, 2013September 24, 2013 By inspiredsunfadIn elegy, Poetry, sorrow6 Comments

That little boy!

There was a little boy

A little boy
That once endlessly clung to his mother’s bosom
And sucked voraciously

That little boy
That once shylessly donned under-garments
As adorable regalia

That little boy
That once attributed every passing posh vehicle to himself
In competition with other fledglings

That little boy
That once tread, fed and read
Regardless of what the future held

That little boy
That once had innocent crush
On the beauteous lasses dangling all around him

That little boy
That was nurtured in the veneration of the Lord
And respect of man

That little boy
That was moulded amidst three wonderful sibs
By two adoring begetters

That little boy has mutated into a man

He is a year older today!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, Fadipe Sunday Oluwaseun Olayiwola Joseph

On September 8, 2013 By inspiredsunfadIn birthday, Poetry5 Comments

A PEARL HAS PASSED; for ASHA ODUNAYO

My ink can’t find expression
My pen is growing weary of scribbling elegies

But you’re far too precious to cross the great divide
Without my pen paying its last homage

So vivacious
Always effervescent

The terrain on which we met
Never gave me the chance to tell you
I had a crush on your heart-warming smile!

A fledgling flower has faded
A pearl of peerless price has passed

Nightingales have refused to sing
Owls declined to screech
Because the giver decided to take

Lions of the jungle refused to roar
But the Lion of Judah never ceases to reign

Odun
The sun has set on your existence
But you will never fade from our hearts

You enchanted the world
With your smile
You mended the world of many
With your twinkle

Until the cows come home
You will be palpable to us

Odunayo Debby Asha, ODAbo! Rest in peace till we meet to part no more!

On May 1, 2013 By inspiredsunfadIn Poetry, sorrow2 Comments