To His Diamond and Gold
Never belittle the trials of the weak
who, on his twenty-ninth’ pace
calls at the banter from your face
that see no star sparkles but glitters
in tears, wiped away in awful display
of your handkerchief!
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ÀRÓBÁ by Peter Oluwasegun Kuyoro
A famous king travelled with his intimate friend and when they got to a particular forest, the king fell into a trap and all efforts made to free the king from the trap proved abortive. They eventually cut of the king’s toe and his friend said ‘if this does not happen, another will happen’. The king got angry but they continued d journey and when they got back to the palace, the king instructed that his friend should be lucked up in the prison. After some time, d king embarked on another journey but without his friend. On way, he met some kidnappers and they took for money ritual but the ritualist found out that he could not be used for the ritual cos his body part is not complete. Though, they didn’t know he was a king. They let him go. When he got back to the palace, he ordered his friend release, thanked and apologized to him and then narrated his ordeal to him. Then, the king’s friend thanked the king too for imprisoning him, adding that he would have been used to replace the king for the ritual if he was not imprisoned since the king was not useful for it.
MY SON ix
My son,
Much have I said,
What will you say when you are old? –
When your children is your world
When your world is your word
When your word is your deepest Lord?
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Will you say your says
or what I’ve said?
Will you say what I’ve said
or what you’ve said?
Will your life portrays my says
for says’ sake?
Will says portray your life
to a living lake –
Surrounded by each source of soil?
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Little will I tell you more beneath skies
For every gift of life is vanity…
I’m weak, just live to leave
As leaves flutter away from a tree
To pave way for her bareness…
‘
I fight…(Continue…)
©Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016
MY SON viii
My Son,
‘
This journey of life…is a rope
Tied round a loin as girgle –
Guiding it’s pride.
It’s no longer a rope but a stride
To be a circled rainbow…
‘
It may be viewed by your insight
To see sun in his core
To see moon in her heart
As spectrum spies through your eyes
To read each poem before you leave…
‘
Though you listen
To the voice of the earth,
Listen to your soul –
Will your soul melt
By what this earth has sown?
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Listen to silence, to whispers;
To’d hiss of dragon in pretence –
Crawling through your mind,
Making this new world of temptation
Knowing to whom you are
‘
As satan dwell in the midst of hell
Dwell with the breed of thought
Where idea was captured and caught…
Hnmm…will you hug your lonesomeness
Of being, in the meadow, My Son?
‘
Much have I said, my Son,
What will you…(Continue…)
….
©Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016.
MY SON vii
My Son,
Be an owl in the dark;
In the serenity of life,
Be careful and watchful.
Care not if you are weird…
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Just be an owl
And howl…
When it happen at night
Be the weird of sight
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Sigh every evil
Sight every good
In broad daylight
Be your darkest darkness!
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Don’t be fooled but the fool
Allow foolishness to core you
Out of the fruity wisdom
Of your likeness
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Be weird of whom the mold
Called you
And wise of whom your thought
Thought of you…
`
Be evoke with all awakening
And sensitive to all sensitivity
Be your core silence
In the quake of your volcano.
`
You are never alone
You howl, your yous
Know where you are
They will locate your you.
`
Be of your flight,
Your wings are not of eagle,
Be of your sight
Your eyes are eagle-eyed…
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Be humble and heedful,
Respect sublime silence
In your grievous time
To reap your coming time
`
Care not if you are weird
For future watches the sun
Whilst owl pretends blind
To see any brooder of her kind.
c. Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016
MY SON vi
When the ilk silk of a soul sew,
And question queued on a line thread
Briary bride doubted her two worlds
Lying beneath the core of her eyeballs
The core is her identity, be identified…
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My beloved Son of his father,
Bats are identified by flying at night
Because they are rats,
So do rats- run away from sight
For they are bats
°
If rats walk majestically at sight
It is because they are blind,
If bats were seen in broad daylight
It is because they are also blind
Of their core insight…
°
They are blind to their wrong
Hung on these trees of life
Which rats don’t see as wrong!
Both species are possibly preys
To something’ prayer. Be wise
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My Son, be an… (to be continue…)
c. Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016.
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