HOPE, YOU’RE INSPIRED…TODAY! by Abdulhafeez Oyewole

I was hoping I could crack some “expensive jokes” (this week with my pen),

But Selah said to me “You aren’t off beam… and can illumine even better than what you up for”

So I paused and thought, “Could Selah be right by her thrust?”

She was as always a good source of my inspiration after all.

And may be today again, she will but brain my hand.

Everyone has a source of inspiration, which may be “he”, “she” or “it”. Just as everyone has a God.

Every soul has a body with which without, it cannot live successfully and steadily in this ephemeral host.

Thus, the earlier the unearthing of one’s source or sources of inspiration as the case may be, the better the chance of one’s sojourn would be better for it.

Be ye not a dreamer, building castles in the air,

Be ye the dream builder, with all sense of seriousness

Like a spider on its task to web.

Be ye not a pessimist, tired of trying.

Be ye an ant: neither retreating nor surrender,

To the squash and scorch from man and sky.

Be ye the proof of your Maker,

By your deeming self.

Be ye not a dream marauder!

And there is another one Selah failed not to leave me with:

“When everyone continues staring at you,

And the sky was not by your side,

Pause and think.”

Like Selah, I am leaving you with inspiring pieces from intellectual minds. So ponder over every drop of ink (like this write) in them and don’t hesitate to drop yours today for everyone’s reading delight!                       PEN CLUB; Practice to Perfection.

By: ABDULHAFEEZ, T. Oyewole

               

Circle of Lords- by Abdulhafeez Oyewole

Once upon a lonely soul,

Deserted by desert and scorching skies,

Abandoned in the bewilderment of caressing climes:

That was off the (many) seas,

Of the vales and of the hills,

That was off the (sundry) green fields,

The clean kits and kitting…

In reverse, was mesmerizing retreats,

Domiciled a solitary reaper,

Who happened to be unaltered lass;

Deserted by the greyish pastures,

Cloaked by the freshness of the (many) seas-

That which she laundered and showered in.

And surrounded by the roses,

And extra soothing green blooms.

Above his and her realm were

Flying insects’ hives,

And feathers’ nests.

Below their confinements were

Arachnids’ habitats,

And crustaceans’ lochs.

He lived in a rousing land,

Where (more) faunae he landlords.

She lived in a ravishing field,

Where (more) floras she landladies.

By: ABDULHAFEEZ, Oyewole