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1.1k · Sep 2017
DRUM AND DANCE TO DEATH
Who’ll hear, a bitter tale for the tails
About the two drummers who are set,
To beat their palms upon the drum,
To free a sound their hands can’t catch,
And to struggle that the horn be split?

The sound’s a dirge filled with grieve
That all ears shall hear when it flies.
But many will take it for a true dance;
They will dance and spill their bloods,
And mix it with the naïve thirsty sand
Often hungry not tired of looking dry.
They’ll dance to dazzle the drummers
Who have fled the drum into cozy hides,
Who have made the dancers their ears,
Who deafened their ears from the voices
Of both the dancers and their own beat.
They will dance to dazzle the drummers,
And sweat and cry more tears of fuel
As drops upon a soft blazing inferno.

They will dance till the sound is dead,
When they’ve grown weak and numb,
At the sight of the arsons and the piles,
Of bodies and parts, waiting to be kept
In the belly of the gargantuan ground,
By the drummers who are now priest
Who’ll say: “weep not, for they’ve R.I.P.”

But they still won’t stop crying alone
At seeing black yesterday jump into today,
Holding pity pictures of dancers after action
To pinch their minds and cause real-weeps;
Asking them why they all had to dance
Even when they didn’t bang the drum.
A poem on the looming Biafra and Nigeria grievances.
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
This poem is about strong commendation on hardwork rather than obscene wealth and interest for materialism. Its imagery is of an industrious northerner of Nigeria. And the title rainbow shawl is an allusion of Dereck Wallcot's Moon on a Rainbow Shawl which heavily implies poverty.
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
660 · Nov 2016
THE TASK I PAID FOR CHANGE
The task I pay for change
With my thumbs I make my choice.
My very own choice without coercion
Oh! Hear me, my dearly pay for change.

The balance in my diet has flown.
See me and how I have become.
The 2nd to none to Iya oni Jedi
Since the constant change I chose,
Is nothing but inconsistent starch.
Tearful, I gaze at the Umbrella man.
And he mused:"Tunde!,
The task you paid for change"

My fresh fair skin has flown,
Replaced with spots as guinea fowl
Upon my flesh the night beast fed
For in darkness, my fair body lay
In night and day, no power
For my blade to blow away the beast
Ha! Bitter tablet becomes my mint.
Again he mused:"Emeka!,
The task you paid for change"

In abundance of what we own,
I drove to fuel, and got stuck.
Early at dawn under crescent sky,
My car, the endless queue has snatched
Alas! I now seek water and grass.
My keys unlost, but horse I ride
Since I starve in what abound.
Again he said: "Danladi!,
The task you pay for change"

Poet: Oluwatimilehin Adejumobi Alabi
This poem explicate the minds of Nigerians who are embattled with the tragic taste of change proposed by her new government. This change as promised is supposed to bring relief and so her citizens have held the government to high esteem. However ironically, this change has turned out to be tragic and quite unexpected of as situation seems to migrate from bad to worse.
630 · Jan 2017
NO HOME-HOLE RETURN
Alas! At the dawn time,
Pinky sees Doe and Buck,
Stiff on a gummy fold’ble pad:
And each roll to 'scape each made,
Stripped their skin so callous.
Shortly, a bigger mice arrived,
Not nosy, taily and clawly,
Threaded fearsomely and made’way
Dear Doe and Buck for life.

(Flashback)
Pinky: Oh Precious Father
Why oust you and Doe alone,
Long during dusk decend,
Yet make us hide astaya’day?

Buck:   Curious and cutie Pinky,
The world a’day; nice and bright,
Is but an awaiting dreary ambush.
And a’night: a bit dreary ambush.
Doe and I: nosy, taily and clawly,
Will make something in your belly stay.

Pinky: Oh! Precious Mother,
I’m nosy, taily and clawly.
I can raid with you a’night,
And swift through ambush a’day.

Doe: Anxious and eager Pinky,
A full fall from far a sky,
Is as the voyage a’day.
And a breath once expelled
Is as the raid at night.
You WILL a’day get crashed,
And MAY a’night **** breath expelled.

Buck: Curious and Anxious Pinky,
The raid a’day and a’night,
Is as the sides of fate coin:
A home-hole return, Or a home-hole no return.
Ding **** Oh Pinky,
It’s time for our raid.
More shall I learn you,
If my side is home-hole return.

(Off Flashback)
Then whispered and cowered the other Watching mice:“The coin’s ‘no home-hole return."
Sketches  and Rough Analysis
This poem is a dramatic poem because of it adoption of the fictional surrealistic characters. However the style of characterization that makes the poem classified as dramatic, the poet deplorationof the essential features of the plot element which is peculiar to the genre; drama, that is, flashback, makes the poem indisputably a dramatic poem.
The poet through the auspice of existentialism, an ideology advocating that the 'essence of human life outweighs the existence of human life', recounts the struggles of humans through the surreptitious miens of animals such as the family of mice to pontificate ‘Home’ through the sides of  a coins which determines  humans’ fate as to life or death.
In the poem, the poet present home as an inevitable habour; a place of censusing the entire memebers of the family as to knowing whomsoever that got ensnared to death in the oddites of life during day or night task of struggling for survival.
Using he biological family of mice as a satireto represent human struggles and the inevitablity of her challenges: the search for food and death, the poet imply that the problems of real rats in the hand of humans (represented as 'a bigger mice without long nose, tail and claws) is the same as the problem real humans suffer in the hands of the unknown who tends thwart human life presumably because humans are seen as alien invading for their (human) survival the territories that belongs to the unknown.

Summary of Oluwatimilehin's No Home-hole Return
Pinky a child to Doe and Buck sees his parents stuck in a human made adhesive trap, and each attempt his parents made to extricate themselves got painfully peeling their skin till they died.
Pinky alongsideother mice sees the cruel death of Doe and Buck as well as the fearsome being without tail, long nose or claws who packs away the corpse of Doe and Buck.
At the sight of the cruel scene, Pinky recalls the last conversation he had with his parent the night before the present dawn.Pinky asks why Doe and Buck often go out long at night leaving him alone and making them stay at home during the day. Buck replies and justifies his moment by explaining that the day could be nice and bright as it appears, but come with a dreary ambush and the night,: a less dreary ambush. Buck however assures that he together with his mother will provide him food daily.
Pinky goes again to his mother, Doe,presenting himself as one that is experienced and can withstand the hustle of  the night and can scale through the day's dreary ambush.His mother comes in bluntly at Pinky by likening the day hustle as a full fall from a far sky which leaves no hope of survival. And she likens the night raid as breath which we expel we may hopefully live to **** in.
Buck corks the whole explanation by likening both the raid of the day and the night to the two sides of a coin which determines ones life or death. And if it determines life, then the coin is a 'home-hole return', but if otherwise, the coin is a 'no home-hole return'.
587 · Nov 2016
TUSSLE OF THE BRIGHT DAY
At the hours the night breaks into dawn,

And the white sky flexes his blue agile muscle

For the shining sun's golden ray to rest on lawn,

And the birds, her wings, to spread and tussle.


I too had forlorn my warm cozy blanket and bed,

To rove the hard market's nook and cranny stores

With just a few innate coin my young palm held,

Enchanted by some bulky goodies therein the malls.


I strolled up and below as an o'clock pendulum,

And aimless as the flexy bead of a lassie's waist.

I saw my pine goodies stoop over my small sum

And all my sums like stew but no tongue to taste.


So this film went on and on like the flowing stream

Till the once bright-young day sank dark and dim

Poet: Oluwatimilehin Adejumobi Alabi
This poem expresses the mind and physical combat of a typical Nigerian who has just finished his/her studies and is somewhat stuck or confused about how to go about life.
521 · Nov 2016
DRUNKARDS
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
482 · Nov 2016
A WISH AT DECEMBER
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
(A poem dedicated to married couples)
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
This poem is written in reference to abortion. The snubbed two however imply either the abortion of a boy, girl or even twins.
383 · Jun 2016
A THOUGHT FOR A PRINCESS
Oh! esteemed Adonis,
Who can engrave you upon the sands of time,
And can steal for a life time,
A space from your priceless heart?

Is it a mere night-bar peppered fish,
That is eaten and passed into the loo?
Or cups of wine gulped through the throat
That shys the brain from senses aright?

Or the rich living lines of a poor country boy,
Carved from his mind with his sleepless night,
To immortalise you for generations to see
And behold your beauty when the dust calls your name?

POET:
OLUWATIMILEHIN A. ALABI
BABY LAWYER
372 · Nov 2016
SEE IT FROM THE END
My eyes are of the hills, I see what it is;
When the night guards lost their ways,
And the ball of the hunter whistle is miss.
Ha! I see from the hills what ahead lays.

My eyes are of the witch, I see what is deep;
When the shepherd misplaces his rod,
And to be the lord are the lot of his sheep.
Ha! I See all duel over who to be the lord.

My eyes are of the wise, I see with my mind;
When the chief's pant is turn underneath,
And his child point and laugh at his find.
Ha! I see the shame the visitor see both with.

Oh! I see, when we crack our egg with stone,
Alas! And we have nothing left to call our own.

#Indeed, I see it from the end#

POET:  OLUWATIMILEHIN ADEJUMOBI ALABI
This poem is an admonition that emphasizes on us as humans to often picture the outcome or turn-out of our actions before acting.
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
355 · May 2016
A PLACE NEVER TO BE
It is in no mans' agenda to go
No man comes there happy
And leaves there happy
It's a place you can't do without
A place you must go.

Feelings of joy hugs sorrow as
No man comes there complete
And leaves there complete
It's a place you can't do without
A place you must go.

Gates of life: In and Exit exist
It brings life and brings joy
It takes life and takes joy
It's a place you can't do without
A place you must go.

It is a junction of trilema
You stay-back and nurse death
You come-by and fear to death
It's place you can't do without
A place you must go.

It is a place you meet old friends
You smile and exchange greets
Aches, pains and depression undisclosed
It's place you can't do without
A place you must go.

It orphans child and children
And childless widow and couples
It stings people with tragic memories
Indeed it's a place you can't do without
And a place you must go.

Poet Alabi Oluwatimilehin
Adejumobi
BabyLawyer
332 · Jun 2016
ONCE I SET TO BUY YOUR FACE
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
326 · Jul 2017
I Miss the Oodua Soil
I miss the place of the rising sun;
For nothing makes my hair stand here.
No one to sing me my very ‘oriki,’
Nor the slightest ‘se dada loji?’

I miss the place of the ‘gangan’ beats;
For no meals shakes my tongue here.
No one to make me ‘efo oni kpomo’ with ‘iru,’
Nor the slightest ‘garri’ of ‘ijebu.’

I miss the place of the ‘aso ofi;’
For no clothes touches my sight here.
No one to tap me that very ‘emu oguro,’
Nor the slightest good-sauced ‘eja odo.’

For if not for the clarion call,
Oh! let ‘egbe’ come take me home,
With the real speed of ‘monomono.’

Oluwatmilehin Adejumobi Alabi
323 · May 2016
WHEN MY DREAMS ARE FAILING
When my dreams are failing
And you set to take your leave
Or when my hope is falling
And from me you shift like thief
When my horrific night is endless
And my morning dawn fails to break
As leaf,you fall for I'm hopeless
Since no anywhere is for me to take
I will tears my body like sweat
And you will laugh at your wise
But my tunnel light shall reflect
And my falling hopes shall arise
Indeed, I will freely forgive you,
But our love life is definitely due.

Poet:
Alabi Oluwatimilehin
BabyLawyer
293 · May 2016
WHEN MY DREAMS ARE FALLING
When my dreams are failing
And you set to take your leave
Or when my hope is falling
And from me you shift like thief
When my horrific night is endless
And my morning dawn fails to break
As leaf,you fall for I'm hopeless
Since no anywhere is for me to take
I will tears my body like sweat
And you will laugh at your wise
But my tunnel light shall reflect
And my falling hopes shall rise
Indeed, I will freely forgive you,
But I will also learn from you.

Poet:
Alabi Oluwatimilehin
BabyLawyer
262 · Jun 2016
OH DARK'N'SHINE
Oh Dark'N'shine,
Spaces abridge we two,
Yet, every day and night,
I see your face
Because the sky and star
Remind me of you always.

Oh Dark'N'shine,
Your smiles are healing spell
Your breath is energy
Your voice is the buoy of life
Your touch is magical
And your love is happiness

Oh Dark'N'shine,
Let me lost my fingers
In the spaces of yours
Let me lost my arms
Around your shoulder
Let us find our tongues
Lost in our mouths

Oh Dark'N'shine,
Let your heart beat
Rhyme with mine.
Let our cold limbs
Be warm from hugs

Let your face smile
To these words
And Let my Heart
Be entwined in agape bloom.


Poet:
Alabi Oluwatimilehin
BabyLawyer
255 · May 2016
PLEASE TELL ME
Oh Princess, tell me my question;

Is your parent from Beautiful's City,

Or where you born in Gorgeous' station?

For you're dark and indeed very pretty.

Tell me, were you bathed in silver water,

And your teeth carved from a circled moon?

Or your eyeballs from stars shown at winter?

For I think o'your face all night to noon.

Please Lady, who taught you how to sing,

In the heavens or the feminine phoenix?

Is it angels roving earth without wing,

Or the bird that chips early before six?

Oh please! Tell me, are you someone's queen,

Or ll y'permit us to roll like lovely twin?



Poet:
Alabi Oluwatimilehin
BabyLawyer
INTRODUCTION
The poem is a fourteen line sonnet with the subject matter of love. It is a Shakespearean sonnet, not because it was written during the shakespearean period but because it adopts the Shakespearean rhyme scheme with 3 quatrains and an heroic couplet. i.e ABAB/CDCD/EFEF/GG.

                               LINE 1-4
In the first line of the poem, through the effect of apostrophe, the persona addresses a Princess who isn't physically present, telling her to answer some questions bothering him. This is because he his curious about the Princess' immense beauty. Although the lady is not a princess, he still calls her princess because since ancient times and till now, princess are known to be pretty.

The poet convert two qualities (Beauty and Gorgeous) to be an existing place to show the Persona's curiosity about the Princess.
So, the Persona asks if the Princess' parent grew in a city called Beautiful, or if the Princess was born a place called Gorgeous. Though she is dark, she is still very beautiful.

Here, while the word 'dark' tells the complexion of the princess, it also symbolises the black race (an african lady). Hence, the poem can refer to a fair or dark in complexion lady who is only an african or african akin.

                                  LINE 5-8
The curious persona furthers to adore the Princess' face by questioning if she was bathed in silver water because her beauty is very natural, and silver, are gems that are naturally precious and nice. He commends the Princess' teeth which looks very white and bright like a full blown moon.  He also get fascinated about the Princess' eyeballs which to him are like winter stars which are always brighter than any other season.

                                LINE 9-12
The Persona shifts from the face to the admiration of the sonorous voice she sings with. The persona asks if angels in heaven or angels on earth had taught her how to sing.
This question follows the christian believe that Angels sings to God in the heavens in a very magnificent manner.
Still not satisfied, he asks if she had learn her good voicing from the Phoenix, an ancient beautiful bird especially with the colour red (wine) and purple , which chirps in the morning before full dawn.

                               LINE 13-14
Finally, the persona journeys from being curious about the beauty of the princess into proposing a love relationship with her if she isn't engage with anyone.. He also propose that they should start with rolling like twins i.e as friends or lovely siblings where they can become very fond of themselves before they get married.
226 · Aug 2017
A New Home Song
Oh yes! The sun shall rise,
When the morning crow breaks a dawn
And brace our feet and fill our hands
To drag our bags and walk our talks.
Oh yes! The sun shall shine,
When it billion rays cause us tears
And melts our flesh and salt our sweats
To make us an anthem and pledge.
Oh yes! The sun shall set,
When it's Half and Yellow in  the sky
And the shouts of joy takes the air
To let us hug our new home.

Oluwatimilehin Adejumobi Alabi

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