"alabi" poems
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
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
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
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
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
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
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
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
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
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
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
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
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
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
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
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
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
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
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
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
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
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
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
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
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
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
Baby🥰💕,
Olowo ori Asake,
Oko mama e,
Alabi Ife,
Ọmọ wọn ni'lu Ilorin.
You plant the seed of love in my heart.
You water the seed of love with your sweet words and then boom it sprouts,
You nourish the seedlings of your love with your caress,
Until its roots and stems are vibrant.
Even though I hurt you the most,
Even though I snub you the most,
Even though...
You never ceased to be appealing to me,
You hold me tight like I will fall,
You are always there when I need you the most and,
You deserve the best.
Now,I promise to reveal the best part of me.
I love you💕.
Money is essential Sha😀
Sep 13, 2022
Sep 13, 2022 at 3:42 AM UTC
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
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
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
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
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
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
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
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
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
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
Wander where the coldness resides went I.
An alabi to excuse short comings: remaining pride.
Bittersweet freedom when it dies, to forsake the lies covering shame.
We give it a name: must explain.
To make it easier on ouselves like memories dwelling like dust upon shelves like fading footsteps on the shore like internet like stained knees from the fall or ignorance.
When it doesn't make sense and you have nobody to ask but yourself...is this what you get?
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC