In the face of the rainbow shawl
Where the sun's shone like the sky
And my skin grows black and dull
Like an aged's hair: hued with dye

In the midst of our three worlds
Where trends, silver-gold drives mind
And urge for fun,ford flows in bloods
Like baby, a witch, powerful has bind

Still, I will rove all the thirty-six corners
In my kaftan under the scorching sun
Sweating stream like a Kenyan runner
Pushing my sells, on a metal in the sun

Selling my onions,pepper and cheap grains
Cool with my job, hard, without much gains

POET Oluwatimilehin Adejumobi Alabi

In the moonlit evening so cold,
When the breeze hold like bites.
Mine, come out and be so bold,
To salvage me and clinch'n me tight.

When my pink lips freeze and quiver,
And dry of thirst of your grease.
Mine, cuddle me and make me not shiver,
Wet my lips with your tasteless juice.

When I'm lone on a bed hard strong,
And my voice is cold dry and lost.
Mine,be my pillow and sing me a song,
Till, I lost my senses in your lust.

And I sow a breathing seed on'y soil
Against some months of matrimony toil

(A poem dedicated to married couples)

POET: OLUWATIMILEHIN A. ALABI

I feel what the snubbed boy feels
When his name has been cast-listed
In the theatre stage by two's fun
And he has to make his errand in loo

I feel what the snubbed girl feels
When her hope is raised by a call
From the land which doesn't exit
And she yes the beckon to death pills

I feel what the snubbed twins feel
As they taste life's honey in warm world
And hear melodious wave outside world
But yet won't join in the outer world.

I feel what the snubbed two feel
When they first enjoyed a cozy life
And they were later dumped to cold
In a basket with one bottle of food

For they bear first hand of judas kiss
As they hear the thwart plans from in
And are helpless about what to do
For their cries and sorrows goes unheard

Indeed, I feel what the snubbed all feel

POET: OLUWATIMILEHIN A. ALABI

We sit see and yearn from afar
The landscape pride-flock'ed-people
In grid gift grieve, We cry 'Argh!'
Jealousy and envy make us enfeeble

We know our bus can get there
But our drivers are drunk
We know we shall get there
When our drivers aren't longer drunk

Our road to Canaan is unclear
Our bingers should rest on bunks
Less, our ignited bus will orb on a spot
Until the drunkards eyes is tears and clear

And alcohol in blood is no longer conk
Our bus to Canaan will orb on a spot.

Poet: Oluwatimilehin Adejumobi Alabi

In the frolics of a sole heart filled with joy

We boarded same bus as one unchained

Since for lifetime we won't die being a'boy,

Nor shall will be dogs unfreed from chained.

We fed our eyes with the modes of our lives.

And filled our ears with the songs of our pains.

We met drivers that carved fear in our lives

And loved coach who taught us without gains.

While we frowned our face at the endless road,

We got tired of faces we no more want to see.

While our bus lept like that of an hungry toad,

We feared we were stuck on another inert sea.

But as we each got to our bus stoppage spot,

Again await each, a ricket' bus to a final spot.


(A poem dedicated to any graduating class)

Poet Alabi Oluwatimilehin
Adejumobi
BabyLawyer

When the storm of turbulence swings
Through: nooks, crannies and crack my wings
Oh! My heart stay on awake for me
And hold me firm under the tree

When the whirl and breeze of the wind
Becomes too tough for me to bear
Will you stay alert and be kind?
To pull off your jacket for me to wear?


When I feel my air is lost in despair
Because of life's worries and fears
Please stay on the watch and warm my hope
Till I'm strength-sufficient at least to elope

When life's mist makes the future blur
And my wits all fall to the core
Or when my Caeser's Brutus turn to betray me
I humbly plead,'stay by me and comfort me'

Oh! Stay keep alert
Please don't depart
Share my anguish with me
And stay on awake with me.

Poet:
Alabi Oluwatimilehin
BabyLawyer

Once I set to buy your face,
With the gold of the greatest smith.
In vain, I came to see,
That a strand of your hair
Is like the wave of the sky
And a set of your teeth,
Is like a piece of diamond

Again I dare to pay your venus
With the silver brought from Greece
In vain, I still came to see,
That a ball of your eyes,
Is like a galaxy at night,
And a breath of your nose,
Is like a life to a rose.

No precious stone on earth,
Can buy your priceless winsome
And win your priceless heart.
Except the poor young poet,
Who can just be graced by you
Perhaps because with poor him,
You find your muse 'nd breath at ease

POET:
OLUWATIMILEHIN A. ALABI
BABY LAWYER