"rhythming" poems
Sound of a pen clattering
Admonishing beauty of arts rendering
Lines of rhyme rhyming
Mixed with rhythm rhythming
Like a poem life flowing
Like a drama life pushing
Like a prose life rushing
And then comes representing
Unrepentant life projectoring
The literati's lyrical lyricalling
Recalling the gods of writing
With written words calling
Calling calling calling coming
And hence societal ills hiding
Bad leaders, leadership running
Disillusioned souls troubling
Marginalised masses crying
And crime rate like jet flying
Bombs like pure water exploding
Politicians still stealing and looting yet fearing
Fear! phobia! fear embracing
Minimum wage hurting Governors like bee stinging
Unemployment destroying like earthquaking
Half baked graduate graduating
Our education unseriously provoking
Undefined boundaries exposing
Immigrants immigrating
Police, Soldiers, customs, Road safety, etc all corrupting like they feeding...
Inec election in chaos resulting
Nigeria a name of peoples's confusing
NEPA, WATER, ROAD, HOSPITAL unrealistic absurding...
Corruption! corrupting!! corruptioning!!! Are we starting or finishing? Building or destroying?
The lyric of the literati busy deconstructing...
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
I will stand tall
Even when I fell into the valley
I will dry my tears
Even if they keep forming
My heart I heard the whispers
Like a lovers' saucy gists
Rhythming the beats of fate
Rain had visits here
Leaves but gave a sign
Killing the fire with its breeze
I pulled my sword in contest
It laughs loud at my eccentricity
It all dark, better the moonless night
The sun will set anon
To restore the luminous ray
Hurry, give to me back my shadow
Am tired of a lonely adventure.
I can tip ear the horn of the train,
A light at the end of the tunnel.
Time to go home race near.
It will end in praise...
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
Running was tiresome with a long day ahead
Sniffing glue is the only thing in my head
The death of by brother was never good
He got burnt at least there was no blood
I lost my family and a whole lot more
Sniffing glue is the thing I do now I am poor
I used to live in gutu
now I live in a bridge and sniff glue
I lost my brother in Johannesburg
I remember when we ate a burger
Stop sniffing glue
Check out my new Subaru
I remember when I stopped sniffing glue
I started to play the kazoo
And now my book is overdue
I bad at rhythming yabbadabbadoo
And I will never stop sniffing glue
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
I’ve been collecting you
gathering up all your inkbled trinkets
as if they were mine to collect
as if you were whispering to me again
the secrets of your blue-green skies
like electric pillowtalk
my soul slips like broken
sand shards
back
into you
into hazy eyed illuminations
heartbeats rhythming through
our pressed palms
and you almost feel real
until my eyes unsquint
until all your splayed treasure
has been treasured and
I am love-lost all over
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
Rhythming the ethereal tone,
Carried a flew on angels' wings
All i twig, found in a khakistolic zone.
What I see, at daybreak i will sing.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC