TALE OF THE GIANTS by Odugbenga Talabi

Like the scavenging tempest, this day hurries by;
Swiftly turning its pace pass-above stoppage by Babylonian wall,
Sweeping silently the wrecked nation’s debris there and here,
Twisting around the remains from the once healthy land.

Tick tack as the clock tickles by,
With time everything wanes whilst many tales untold,
With hands glue to the chests, the inquisitive solitaries watch in agape.

As the world gazes from afar;
They wonder, sob, and cry “Where lay their giants?”
As the day fades into night…Kokoroooko …

Ah! It’s another day and the giants are still snoring?
The trees, spank by the winds cry loudly from this world, their world
As their truthful heads head toward Sinai
Alas! The quest for the messiah may swallow up a millennium!

By: ODUGBENGA, Talabi

Singing Song- Poem

The song that wakes my heart today,
Was song that blew my mind away.
Long before now I must say,
That’s song; I’ve long for days.
But I’ve never been propitious
To storm a solo so auspicious
Like this very one source
Which by thought, he’s success.

This song is an inspiration of its own.
That the composer and performers,
Were not, in their looks and steps,
Very easy with this stunning stunner.
Avalanche of exaltation and extolment
Of the Divine, the Architect and the Seer,
Were in whole, parts of this cadence,
That raised roofs by sparks of thunder.

This song, oh, is beautiful,
That the angels heard and came to town.
For the creator I learnt was heal,
When he penned this enchanting down.
True to God who made me,
Have never found handsome lyrics as his.
For no matter realm the originator was,
Would love a tete-a-tete with him or his.

For the blessings his ink had dropped,
Is a hold of more than thousand years
Oh, you the faithful, this drop;
Embedded verses that dry plenteous tears.

The song that wakes my heart today,
Was song that blew my mind away.
Long before now I must say,
That’s song; I’ve long for days.
But I’ve never been propitious
To storm a solo so auspicious
Like this very one source
Which by thought, he’s success.

This song is an inspiration of its own:
Avalanche of exaltation and extolment,
That raises roofs by sparks of thunder.
This song, oh, is beautiful.
True to God who made me,
Would love a tete-a-tete with him or his.
For the blessings his ink had dropped,
Embedded verses that dry plenteous tears.

This song that wakes my heart today,
Was song that blew my mind away.
Long before now I must say,
That’s song; I’ve long for days.
But I’ve never been propitious
To storm a solo so auspicious
Like this very one source
Which by thought, he’s success.

Oh, you the faithful!
This hold more than thousand years:
Avalanche of exaltation and enrollment
Of the Divine, the Architect and the Seer.
True to God who made me,
Have never found handsome lyrics as his.
For no matter realm the originator was,
Would love a tete-a-tete with him or his.

© 2014 Abdulhafeez Oyewole.

Temi (MINE)- Poem

The world should witness this pact I sign

And trace the design

As I stand before all, triumphant with glory

At last by grit I won the trophy.

The moon smiles down upon my reign

“The conqueror that emerged from the enormous plain”

To bring new dimensions into love’s gimmicks

Organized by cupid through heart- blossoming lyrics

Was it my tender wit or enticing ego?

The will to be a man or her serving hero

That swayed her feelings to echo my name?

Or was it the purity of the flesh in my chest

The audible rhythm of beat at its crest

That makes her feel as much, the same

Or the charming smile on her face

Which makes her look beautiful?

These and more I cannot answer

So I’ll let this phobia free

What matters is that the feeling is mutual

And she is forever…Temi                           

By: Abdullahi Abubakar

A Bid For Change- Poem

We wish to make a wish,
And our wish for now is change,
Our sons and daughters are dying,
Our kith and kin are suffering,
Including our awaiting rain
That is about to fall.

In the womb of her mother
You can hear her call,
A call which is for us all
Not only have midwives fathomed it
We amateurs can as well see through
As she will not stop until her victory is sustained.

Since hands still exist
And the tongue never gets sick
They are to work for a purpose
Assigned to them by divine nature

If to the manifold to be beheld,
We will not be sick to make a move;
If to a level of meeting our end
We will win,
We wouldn't hesitate
To take a bold step

For we are Nigerian future leaders
And want nothing but a better Nigeria.
We only have a unique manifesto,
It is a bid of change for a better Nigeria.

One Nigeria, where Peace and Justice shall reign

Penned by:

Abdulhafeez Oyewole

©2013