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"orisa" poems
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
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
Orunmila
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
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 8:18 AM UTC
Esu
Queen of the kingdom The heart of Sàngó, Giving Sàngó courage. Sàngó's betrothed Oya, Goddess of wind, tornado, Yet the owner of the marketplace. Queen of all seas Creator of lakes and rivers The waters knows your name Goddess of storms Orisa of death and rebirth Oya, The mother of nine Oya, The undergoddess of Odo-Oya Oya, The unbeatable warrior Oya, The summoner of rain Oya, Sàngó's princess consort Oya, Thou who walketh through fire with no burns Oya, Queen of courage Oya, Goddess of speed and energy Symbol of faithfulness Goddess of devotion and perfection Oya, Goddess of war Oya, our fiercely warrior of old Written Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
Oya, Fiercely Bright Goddess
The days of your infantry Where all things were always the same When all eyes were always on you; Your days when you ****** from the bulging ******* of your mama, Your days when your glorious promises Glittered like gold and diamond Your days of joyous innocence are long Gone. You became of age Your strengths and might Threaten your mama, Your Papa couldn't stand your stubbornness Your friends had to leave, You're now call Orisa Ebora ti n fi eje s'omi mu. Whenever your mama question your arrogance You turn the road down-upside Up the fairy flame of fire She was roasted alive while we all stood and watched We could not even grace her a goodbye party Then your Papa died a horrible death They said Sanponna struck him, Some said it was Ayilala. Bode Saadu, Ogun, Eesu, Pleaded on our behalf Yet, you remained unquestioningly wicked; When you are happy and you want us to rejoice With you, Your banquet is hosted in the village square Where sun is the special guest of honour The lid of the pit of hell is uncovered And the demons would pour out with aprons on their necks: The event is never much different -Down the tankers, Up the fairy flames of fire - Now, your days are grey Still, your rage is same You know no forgiveness You have no compassion At dawn, the children called you orphan At dusk, they were roasted like your mama Everyday we wake with the fear of the unknown Yet, we cannot stop paying our homage at the Cemetery near your play ground. We groan in the chains tied around our necks And in our agony, we hope that someday, maybe Your evil days will pass. But, for now we call you Bode Saadu, The land of the unknown god.
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
Bode Saadu
The days of your infantry Where all things were always the same When all eyes were always on you; Your days when you ****** from the bulging ******* of your mama, Your days when your glorious promises Glittered like gold and diamond Your days of joyous innocence are long Gone. You became of age Your strengths and might Threaten your mama, Your Papa couldn't stand your stubbornness Your friends had to leave, You're now call Orisa Ebora ti n fi eje s'omi mu. Whenever your mama question your arrogance You turn the road down-upside Up the fairy flame of fire She was roasted alive while we all stood and watched We could not even grace her a goodbye party Then your Papa died a horrible death They said Sanponna struck him, Some said it was Ayilala. Bode Saadu, Ogun, Eesu, Pleaded on our behalf Yet, you remained unquestioningly wicked; When you are happy and you want us to rejoice With you, Your banquet is hosted in the village square Where sun is the special guest of honour The lid of the pit of hell is uncovered And the demons would pour out with aprons on their necks: The event is never much different -Down the tankers, Up the fairy flames of fire - Now, your days are grey Still, your rage is same You know no forgiveness You have no compassion At dawn, the children called you orphan At dusk, they were roasted like your mama Everyday we wake with the fear of the unknown Yet, we cannot stop paying our homage at the Cemetery near your play ground. We groan in the chains tied around our necks And in our agony, we hope that someday, maybe Your evil days will pass. But, for now we call you Bode Saadu, The land of the unknown god.
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Ori, My intermediary The divinity calleth Your response awaketh my divinity You are here Ori, Gbe ja mi My intermediary I calleth to thee Ori Ma pada leyin mi Call upon my divine helper Ori Lead me to my chosen destiny Ori My divinity My guardian Orisa bi o ba gbemi Ori mi ma pada leyin mi Ori Eleda mi My protector The chosen of my destiny My door to life Ori My life regulator The conformed of my destiny Take me to my Orisa Don't let me down Ori My watchman My interpreter My destiny caller Ori My devotee to the gods Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC
Ori