Olodumare poems on Hello Poetry

Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson Mar 2020

Orunmila

The creator of the universe
Our whole existence
Our tradition and way of life
The beginning and the end

The divination and religion
Of our people
Odu Ifa our literary corpus
The grand priest of Ifa
The mantle of Olodumare

The builder of the Ifa Oracle
Ile-Ife your city of abode
Orunmila,
Orirun ile Yoruba
The master of Aseda and Akoda
The Aalafin of Yoruba land
The Ooni of the Yoruba mantle

Our spiritual system of existence
Orunmila,
The supreme being
The Orisa of all orisas

Esu bows at your feet
Obatala trembles at your voice
Ogun makes an obeisance at your sight
Osun lays down at your coming
Yemonja proclaims your might

The divination of Ifa
The prophecy of the Yoruba heritage
The founder of earthly beings
The Ese Ifa
Orunmila
The principal Odu

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

This is poem telling the literary corpus of Orinmila a Yoruba god.

#tosanation

Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson Jul 2020

Esu

Esu Lanlu
Esu Elegbara
Esu Odara
Esu, the scared child of heaven
Esu, a reviled, respected,
Yet misunderstood being.
Esu, all creations dance to your best of life
Esu Dagunro
Esu Lukuluku
Esu Apagbe
Esu, the quickest and fastest one
Esu, confuser of many
Esu, the disruptor of order
Esu, the iconic one
Esu, the master of linguistics
Esu, the conciliatory peacemaker
Esu, the divine alchemist
Esu, the trickster
Esu, the pusher of those,
Who doesn't carry Olodumare's wishes.
Esu, the inseparable friend of Orunmila
Esu,
Papa Legba
Legba Atibon
Kalfou
Papa La Bas
Esu, divine messenger of transformation
Esu, ebora to luti la nbo
Esu, Okunrin ori ita
Esu, a quick responder when consulted
Esu, divine messenger of the gods
Esu Odara, the divine one of Ose Otura
Esu, carrier of the ase of sensuality and fertility
Esu Lanlu, king of dance
Esu, keeper and imparter of ase
Esu, the fundamental Orisa
Esu, the manifest of greatness
Esu, the one who is as hard as Rock
Esu Akeregbaye
Esu, the shedder of blood who knows no one's tears
Esu, the controller of earth
Esu, the special middle man between heaven and Earth
Esu, the anointed rope to success and wealth
Esu Lanlu
Esu Elegbara
Esu Odara

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

This poem I wrote titled "Esu" is an eulogy to Esu and the praises of Esu.

#esu #eulogy #ode

Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson May 2020

Obatala

Obatala,
Oba tasa.
Father of all orisas
The irunmole of mankind

Obatala,
The saint among saints.
The archetypal spirit of creativity
Olodumare's right hand
Father of humanity

Supreme deity
Holder of justice,
Wisdom and life.
The quintessential father

King of the white cloth
The eldest of all orisas
Creating mankind,
Drunk on palmwine,
Yet creating beautiful beings.

Obatala,
Danbala,
The father of the sky.
Your divinity,
We looketh upon.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

This a eulogy to Obatala the long of the white cloth.

Olusomoka Omolara Dorcas May 2020

TAMAYA

I was a young maiden when I had you.
At first,
It was just a flash.
Oh heavens!!!
Such a purity.
Your beauty was such that slapped the strongest of men,
Your depth humbled the most arrogant of them I ever met.
When you stayed,
All wondered.
Never let anyone away without a laughter.
Your shadow I saw my lips stuttered.

The days decided to be two decades through the night,
Yet I held you as a treasure through the flight.
Too precious to be drowned in my mind,
Now tells me why your crown was taken to a hive.
You may not know how firm I stood with bows and knife.
I took down one I thought was a foe.
The blood that day from there still flows,
Then I knew you bowed and left your might.

Four score five today.
I still wish,
Wish that that Iroko in the centre of Igbo Olodumare still stood.
But alas!!
The low in wisdom conspired,
And cut down the most admired.
Oh, my dear
My world
My TAMAYA!!!

To what extent can a mother mourn her child,Her treasure of great value,Her world and dreams come true?
And you can only imagine from the sound of her soul.

#protectgirlchild

Olabintan martins Apr 2020

Beauty

Like lilies in grassland,
The eyes find joy when it behold the beauty in you
A necessity; Unique work of nature

Like the air that runs through the lungs
You're a universe beyond mitochondria
Hyperbole lost its meaning on you
Because all descriptive words are understatement

Thus, let thy beauty be an appraisal and accolade
For other wonderful works of Olodumare

I clasp'd my hands in ecstasy
For you're the sovereign beauty which i do admire.
-'Bintan Ola

#fawn

Olabintan martins Apr 2020

Unfortunate inception

Unfortunate Inception
Reminiscence of yesteryear washed my cheek with tears
with legs crossed and palm on cheek,
listening to aves as they squeak
Could this be a mere irony or the genesis of slavery
but which and whatever,
should our ancestors be blamed for being non Challant?

Albeit drained in love,
love which can't be given to its offspring, a dove
but once the heart has a hole, it affects the body as a whole
our ancestors can much more perseverate
They did even give us memory, this late
memory which is consequentially painful and mesmerizing
oh woe to the serpent in Eden!

Through her comfort and ease vanished, and we got banished
making us aliens on our own land
oh woe to the serpent in Eden!
Tears dropped like the drizzling of rain for our eyes was opened
and our blunt heart now sharpened.
To know and think like olodumare as the serpent said

so, this is a deceit?
repentance? too late
Genesis of strives and struggles,
oh woe to the serpent in Eden!
Now victims of faded hopes,
slaves of confusion like a **** on a rope
But in HIS infinite mercy, someday the serpent's head will be bruised
-'Bintan Ola

Yenson Aug 2022

And we are lifted....

To cut into my mind
and bleed my blue blood
you will need a tungsten dagger
hilt orbed and jewelled
expertly and intricately crafted
by none other but me
Alas, to your pain and chagrin
your wounds and woes
and the irresistible hot flutters
inflaming thine fixations
That scared anointed bejeweled
tungsten dagger
be told and inspired by Olodumare
and made regally by me
is ordained by the Host of the Highest
never to cut wound or maim
its illustrious and deserving maker
there is none other
like me

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