Behind the faces and facades
most be more
Beyond the dots and data
many be more
How we greenly wish
and greedy want...
to be
to own
to become!
Before the chicken is egg
No? Wait
To born da chick be egg
Yes? Wait
To lay them eggs be hen
Sure? Wait
Before the hatching is chicken
All kiddies' stuff? Well...
So of man, so of souls:
Each face with its hole, its hold
We won't know all
Each tongue with its lick, its lies
We dare not swipe
I know a path before but tread
no more...it burns
I swam a stretch before but dip
no more...it's crocks
I read a tune before but got
so wrong...it's mm
I tapped a line in fear but now
so sweet...it's wow!
If the "ifs" were so few or new
what a bore we'll be
If the "whats" were uncoiled
how boring our quest
If there be no foils to untie
or metaphors to behold
what a task of no-contest
I love the mystery in man
and the majesty of regrets:
When you win, you win
When it's lost, you begin
again, or retain the pain!
Many phases, many faces
Same in Town
same in Gown
Same in the sweetest joints
and saddest corners, alas
Who you know... you know not
Where you hide... you hide not
What you own... you owe
Ha! I bow to the mystery
of man: winks, links, lines
Yet, dear squinter, man is it
No kidding!
Oh, there be the pleasant pieces:
Man at his best...
underrated
underfunded
overlooked
somehow skewed, by time
Then you scratch, and...wow:
A soul of many parts
hidden and open at once
A tool for many tasks
sharp and shaped for all
A horse and carmel combined
heeded and needed, alas
Then you wonder and ponder
asking self and all:
How slow we are
in having...yet missing
How high we are
in loving...yet losing!
For a while now, I have been seeing and checking. In the business of life, you meet all sorts. In this business, no one be final master. I learned long ago from my vendor that leaders may play all the ostrich they want but they fool not the people. Just a matter of time!
Many resumes distort data or play up parts to suit postings and plans. Many thus "mislead" or lead users one way or another. Most times no ill intended - pure conventional stuff. Saw that on googling my friend's this day as well. We need all do some checking. Yeah.
Life, as we've found, is full of mirrors and mirage. And we know. But we still urge and surge, just in case! So, in discovering the "other parts, the other side", we go...gaga or ha ha or ho ho!
For ill, or for good. No matter.
And life goes on...
Friday, December 29, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
We Do (Ode to Ed Bradley of CBS News)
When the news broke
and the pictures flicked
we saw the bloke
who the weary picked
When your story broke
and the pictures peaked
we had the news
which our hearts broke
Pray, at such an age
you’ve played the stage
Pray, on such odd day
we have no say
If a nation mourns
as sure we do
it brings no news
to you
If a people race
to match the pace
it brings real space
to you
If the world stops
to ask anew
it task new sweat
of you
We did…we do
Did we see as we’re seen
We did…we do
Do we wish that you know
We did...we do
Pray, Ed, how sure ya place
For you did the deeds
not just the deals
And brought much grace
our race…each race
Work as work
Play as play
All in grace...with grace
But the news this day
be not your pace
It is ya place
You brought the news
despite the face
You bought da team
in spite of steam
As all attest, dear soulful soul:
You beamed it all
You rolled the reams
and got teem souls
to roll, and rock
Oh, and that laughter!
It will melt as it felt
It will ring as we sing
It rang and sang
with bang and tang
Those moments damn torments
Those currents…rich comments
They be the memories
we hold
They creamed the torrent
and greased the monument
you are
Though from the cold
you made the fold
Now the world behold
the gold
No matter
For you were just Ed…
Ed Bradley. No more
Did we wish you know
Pray, yes
Did we do your wish
Pray, ask
Will we hold the word
despite discord
Hmm…tough task
But, pray yes…we will
For you were just Ed
Asking no more
And we be nowhere nearer
a fold, unless…until
we smash the mold –
unspoken code
Goodnight, Ed, take a bow
Have ya rest, ya peace deserved
As you remain Ed…
Ed Bradley. No more
This is my humble tribute to Ed Bradley 1941-2006, of CBS News, who did so much to inspire Blacks and other minorities in Broadcast Journalism.
Ed has learned and earned. Thank God!
Friday, December 22, 2006
Mine Me
Hello
Whose heart is there
No changing
No charging
My train is here
Hello
Whose line is this
No coiling
No cutting
My show ain't tease
Hello
Whose part is due
No shutters
No shatters
My share is new
Hello
Whose heart be home
No blaming
No blighting
My sea will foam
Hello
Whose soul be mine
No wailing
No wavering
My gold to mine
Love: Which is your side of the divide? Too many souls are diving in and out, yet a zillion souls still yearn and search! Okay, maybe not hard or far enough...but they search. Yeah.
My take? Don't board up, get on board!
Whose heart is there
No changing
No charging
My train is here
Hello
Whose line is this
No coiling
No cutting
My show ain't tease
Hello
Whose part is due
No shutters
No shatters
My share is new
Hello
Whose heart be home
No blaming
No blighting
My sea will foam
Hello
Whose soul be mine
No wailing
No wavering
My gold to mine
Love: Which is your side of the divide? Too many souls are diving in and out, yet a zillion souls still yearn and search! Okay, maybe not hard or far enough...but they search. Yeah.
My take? Don't board up, get on board!
Restrained In Vain
On and on you called
and claimed
Ears and earful we heard
and beamed
On and on you railed
and blamed
Eyes and eyeful we saw
and deemed
You be redeemed
will redeem, yes?
You be our sail
will not derail, yes?
On and on we looked
and shrugged
Pride and ride were all
you cared
Damn all
On and on we called
in vain
Pain and strain you built
all day
Damn love
Now you pay, yet will
still pay
despite your stay
today
Now we retrace, return
to base
One more strain, teary pain
to one, and all
From my suite last month I beheld a bruised and blazing couple, or couple-to-be/has-been, in a most virulent and verbally violent display! Was it love or war finding one and all? Or was it what was lost making way to stay? The silent crowd watched, alas.
In the end, they made peace - sort of. By then, too much had been expended, so much will need to give and be given. Trust the poet to ponder and ponder alone...both in wonder about love, and the business it holds. What a strain...and no restraint!
Lessons.
and claimed
Ears and earful we heard
and beamed
On and on you railed
and blamed
Eyes and eyeful we saw
and deemed
You be redeemed
will redeem, yes?
You be our sail
will not derail, yes?
On and on we looked
and shrugged
Pride and ride were all
you cared
Damn all
On and on we called
in vain
Pain and strain you built
all day
Damn love
Now you pay, yet will
still pay
despite your stay
today
Now we retrace, return
to base
One more strain, teary pain
to one, and all
From my suite last month I beheld a bruised and blazing couple, or couple-to-be/has-been, in a most virulent and verbally violent display! Was it love or war finding one and all? Or was it what was lost making way to stay? The silent crowd watched, alas.
In the end, they made peace - sort of. By then, too much had been expended, so much will need to give and be given. Trust the poet to ponder and ponder alone...both in wonder about love, and the business it holds. What a strain...and no restraint!
Lessons.
A Village Wish
How we meet in CyberMeet
can matter or scatter
No matter
How we hold in CyberHold
can bolster or alter
No matter
What we kill and what we keep
in CyberScheme
be the all-in, the all-out
Sure matter
In this season of will and desire
let sweet memories be the fire
In all moments of thrill and grill
let cool measures grow our hill
Beam what you hold
Share most you own
Dream on to gold
So, as the blasts and beauty emerge
We may all know to leap...
know to give...and sort our keep
for keeps
Page by page
soak the sage
The song be finely same:
Win some, loathe some, lose some
Hahaha
It's the CyberGame of chats
files and fotos!
Stage on stage
soak the sage
The lines be firmly same:
Tame some, trick some, tap some
Hahaha
It's the CyberTwang of twists
tips and turns!
Then, you must choose ya bunch
no matter da pay
Hohoho
Yuletide gives the slate
as you wish...and wish all
This villageman is victorious
with the songs of nature:
Be you green as well
This citysoul is cheerglorious
with the buzz of gadgets:
Be you digital as well
I wish you - one and all -
that special wish only you
can dare, and own
Happy Holiday!
This verse is a special dedication to my friend, Nite Tanzarn, who wasn't a great fan of poetry though an academic. Now, I get scolded if I do not write enough by this "eminent convert"!
Thank you, Nite, for being one of my guinea pigs in the field trials of PopPoetry! You have been right in your predictions - one of the earliest I got on this journey. Very humbling.
And, through my friend, may I wish all my other great contacts, readers and prospects a Merry Christmas and very Happy & Prosperous New Year!
Peace.
can matter or scatter
No matter
How we hold in CyberHold
can bolster or alter
No matter
What we kill and what we keep
in CyberScheme
be the all-in, the all-out
Sure matter
In this season of will and desire
let sweet memories be the fire
In all moments of thrill and grill
let cool measures grow our hill
Beam what you hold
Share most you own
Dream on to gold
So, as the blasts and beauty emerge
We may all know to leap...
know to give...and sort our keep
for keeps
Page by page
soak the sage
The song be finely same:
Win some, loathe some, lose some
Hahaha
It's the CyberGame of chats
files and fotos!
Stage on stage
soak the sage
The lines be firmly same:
Tame some, trick some, tap some
Hahaha
It's the CyberTwang of twists
tips and turns!
Then, you must choose ya bunch
no matter da pay
Hohoho
Yuletide gives the slate
as you wish...and wish all
This villageman is victorious
with the songs of nature:
Be you green as well
This citysoul is cheerglorious
with the buzz of gadgets:
Be you digital as well
I wish you - one and all -
that special wish only you
can dare, and own
Happy Holiday!
This verse is a special dedication to my friend, Nite Tanzarn, who wasn't a great fan of poetry though an academic. Now, I get scolded if I do not write enough by this "eminent convert"!
Thank you, Nite, for being one of my guinea pigs in the field trials of PopPoetry! You have been right in your predictions - one of the earliest I got on this journey. Very humbling.
And, through my friend, may I wish all my other great contacts, readers and prospects a Merry Christmas and very Happy & Prosperous New Year!
Peace.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
'07 Knocks: Who's Home?
Another year
another tear
What be da pain
A better year
must never tear
Oh, we must gain
'07 knocks...
We must hope again
Another year
another pear
What be da meal
A saner year
in safer gear
Oh, we must deal
'07 knocks...
We must hold the wheel
Another year
another cheer
What be da game
A working year
for banning fear
Oh, we must tame
'07 knocks...
We must up our name
Unless you play the proverbial ostrich, no one can wish the incoming year bon arrive more than any and every soul alive today. We've seen or heard it all. Every one of us. A break, in space and time is due...is needed. Reason: To help sweep away this year of horrors. To give the world a fresh wave. To grant our souls the long-sought relief. Oh, such relief!
And I do not have to recount, do I?
another tear
What be da pain
A better year
must never tear
Oh, we must gain
'07 knocks...
We must hope again
Another year
another pear
What be da meal
A saner year
in safer gear
Oh, we must deal
'07 knocks...
We must hold the wheel
Another year
another cheer
What be da game
A working year
for banning fear
Oh, we must tame
'07 knocks...
We must up our name
Unless you play the proverbial ostrich, no one can wish the incoming year bon arrive more than any and every soul alive today. We've seen or heard it all. Every one of us. A break, in space and time is due...is needed. Reason: To help sweep away this year of horrors. To give the world a fresh wave. To grant our souls the long-sought relief. Oh, such relief!
And I do not have to recount, do I?
The Skies Between
Optimist, be you open
and right
For, we will write
Pessimist, be you closed
and wrong
For, we will throng
The sky each sky
mark our try, your fly
Each soul a sky
all lands their skies
As we meet, which we will:
Kill not the dream
Quash not the thrill
For, we will write
Every year be a sky
many skies be a year
My music is ya musing
your misery be my mystery
So we meet
and may fit
Hear Hear!
Or we hit
and not beat
Ho Ho!
The lines ablaze
are the skies unknown
Pray fear...
For, we will write
The sky this year
be the how we've flown
All clear...
For, we will throng
Hey, are you like me? I found '06 an impatient flyer! Twelve months make a year, right? These twelve are a bloody goner...damn!
But the goon of a year still has its takes and takers: You be the juggler and judge. Not me!
On my part, dear juggler, I need a secret session with '06: There is so much to grunt over, and gloat about. So very much...
and right
For, we will write
Pessimist, be you closed
and wrong
For, we will throng
The sky each sky
mark our try, your fly
Each soul a sky
all lands their skies
As we meet, which we will:
Kill not the dream
Quash not the thrill
For, we will write
Every year be a sky
many skies be a year
My music is ya musing
your misery be my mystery
So we meet
and may fit
Hear Hear!
Or we hit
and not beat
Ho Ho!
The lines ablaze
are the skies unknown
Pray fear...
For, we will write
The sky this year
be the how we've flown
All clear...
For, we will throng
Hey, are you like me? I found '06 an impatient flyer! Twelve months make a year, right? These twelve are a bloody goner...damn!
But the goon of a year still has its takes and takers: You be the juggler and judge. Not me!
On my part, dear juggler, I need a secret session with '06: There is so much to grunt over, and gloat about. So very much...
Our Deal With '06
'05 spoke in tongues
but we sought not
decoders
And it sparked
'05 stole in droves
but we sent not
detectors
And it stank
'05 was a stretch
in dotted hopes
dripping and dropping aloud
Oh, did we spot
What blind a trip-in-bangs
'06, '06
Mean much to us!
As you come, all-sneak or relish:
Drop hints your wish
We will pick
Draw hits your ways
We will beat
As you come, all-tricks and kisses
Mind not last miss
and remiss
Bind
We'll redress
Cut not this mix
or the fix
Put
We will heave
As we drag and drop
pray '06...
Make us ya friend!
Hello Folks, do look back. Look over the barges, over the seas. Look again: what do you call and recall when '05 was fading away, racing away?
Hmm...
but we sought not
decoders
And it sparked
'05 stole in droves
but we sent not
detectors
And it stank
'05 was a stretch
in dotted hopes
dripping and dropping aloud
Oh, did we spot
What blind a trip-in-bangs
'06, '06
Mean much to us!
As you come, all-sneak or relish:
Drop hints your wish
We will pick
Draw hits your ways
We will beat
As you come, all-tricks and kisses
Mind not last miss
and remiss
Bind
We'll redress
Cut not this mix
or the fix
Put
We will heave
As we drag and drop
pray '06...
Make us ya friend!
Hello Folks, do look back. Look over the barges, over the seas. Look again: what do you call and recall when '05 was fading away, racing away?
Hmm...
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Dry Measures
Open
I knock though I doubt
Can we be one
or be gone
Reason
I doubt though I knock
Can we be true
or be through
Caution
I see though I doubt
Will we begin
or be green
Measures
I doubt though I see
Will we be all
or befall
Counting and counting
as our day begins
I wonder why you want
a count
Mounting and panting
as our trip proceeds
I ponder when you want
to plant
Knock
Let the doubts dissolve
Look
Let the count be love
Reason and caution be seeds
of pain - so what!
Openings and measures be feeds
of gain -why not!
Depending on your courage and the stakes, this is the open season for the try. If you both see the way, why not ...the plunge!
I knock though I doubt
Can we be one
or be gone
Reason
I doubt though I knock
Can we be true
or be through
Caution
I see though I doubt
Will we begin
or be green
Measures
I doubt though I see
Will we be all
or befall
Counting and counting
as our day begins
I wonder why you want
a count
Mounting and panting
as our trip proceeds
I ponder when you want
to plant
Knock
Let the doubts dissolve
Look
Let the count be love
Reason and caution be seeds
of pain - so what!
Openings and measures be feeds
of gain -why not!
Depending on your courage and the stakes, this is the open season for the try. If you both see the way, why not ...the plunge!
Trapped In Time
Much may be different
now
but I recall when we
were swell
Much may be alien
now
but recall how they
began
Mates may be hates
now
but be sure not
to deny
Traits may be baits
now
but be hell not
to be floored
Recall and remember
Damn not that light
those lines
and lining
Give bronze to bronze
gold to gold
plus the silver between
Recall and remember
A soul in time
be a song long sung
Brace pain in gain
and gain by pain
It be a lonely refrain
But to attain
is to restrain
So, stay trapped in bliss
by...
straying far from sleaze
We've played
and...paid
A code to all you out there needing a healing, and a re-sealing of old or failing deals. I speak of matters of the heart (what else!).
Looking back does help looking forwards. Catch up this season!
now
but I recall when we
were swell
Much may be alien
now
but recall how they
began
Mates may be hates
now
but be sure not
to deny
Traits may be baits
now
but be hell not
to be floored
Recall and remember
Damn not that light
those lines
and lining
Give bronze to bronze
gold to gold
plus the silver between
Recall and remember
A soul in time
be a song long sung
Brace pain in gain
and gain by pain
It be a lonely refrain
But to attain
is to restrain
So, stay trapped in bliss
by...
straying far from sleaze
We've played
and...paid
A code to all you out there needing a healing, and a re-sealing of old or failing deals. I speak of matters of the heart (what else!).
Looking back does help looking forwards. Catch up this season!
Saturday, December 09, 2006
The Supreme Say
When the battles rage
it is obscene
When their lordships sit
it is serene
Jungle, the one
Justice, the other
You may rage, fight
or kite
No matter
I may cage, slight
or spike
No matter
Jungle, the all
Justice at odds
All rise!
Once in court
it's courtesy and cut
All matter
C-o-u-r-t!
A judge be a judge
and the judge
Big matter
Jungle no more
Justice da more
In the journey thus on
no stops
much hops
bounce ye all the way
Jungle way down
Justice ya way
Tough matter
As you seek, if you seek
mind how you go
As you grope, all in groan
find thee da way
Grave matter
Stay, come sun
Pray, come rain
The temple so sought
is home and tomb
Clean matter
As ya journey winds
and twists
there be a final gate of faith
holding da fate
of all gates:
The inner sanctum
and saner spectrum
of all...
The Supreme Court
Pray silence
Shrine of Shrines
Grove of Groves
Stay silent
High Temple so ample
Justice alas, Justice at last
All rise!
Be stay risen...in awe
By its word be all call
For its sword be so tall
All rise!
Be stay risen...in awe
By its way may we play
In its say be the stay
C-O-U-R-T!
A verse in honour of the Temple of Justice - the last hope for the common man, the masses. It was triggered and inspired by the gale of impeachments sweeping through Nigeria's political market place, with the harvest of illegalities and disobedience of court orders. Plus this week's landmark judgment by the Nigerian Supreme Court, to wit, on the despicable case of Governor Rahidi Ladoja of Oyo State, south west Nigeria, who was illegally removed from office by the ruling PDP since January this year.
See www.manifestoesnigeriafrom2007.blogspot.com for full commentary.
it is obscene
When their lordships sit
it is serene
Jungle, the one
Justice, the other
You may rage, fight
or kite
No matter
I may cage, slight
or spike
No matter
Jungle, the all
Justice at odds
All rise!
Once in court
it's courtesy and cut
All matter
C-o-u-r-t!
A judge be a judge
and the judge
Big matter
Jungle no more
Justice da more
In the journey thus on
no stops
much hops
bounce ye all the way
Jungle way down
Justice ya way
Tough matter
As you seek, if you seek
mind how you go
As you grope, all in groan
find thee da way
Grave matter
Stay, come sun
Pray, come rain
The temple so sought
is home and tomb
Clean matter
As ya journey winds
and twists
there be a final gate of faith
holding da fate
of all gates:
The inner sanctum
and saner spectrum
of all...
The Supreme Court
Pray silence
Shrine of Shrines
Grove of Groves
Stay silent
High Temple so ample
Justice alas, Justice at last
All rise!
Be stay risen...in awe
By its word be all call
For its sword be so tall
All rise!
Be stay risen...in awe
By its way may we play
In its say be the stay
C-O-U-R-T!
A verse in honour of the Temple of Justice - the last hope for the common man, the masses. It was triggered and inspired by the gale of impeachments sweeping through Nigeria's political market place, with the harvest of illegalities and disobedience of court orders. Plus this week's landmark judgment by the Nigerian Supreme Court, to wit, on the despicable case of Governor Rahidi Ladoja of Oyo State, south west Nigeria, who was illegally removed from office by the ruling PDP since January this year.
See www.manifestoesnigeriafrom2007.blogspot.com for full commentary.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Hot about Joy
Pout your lips in taunts
and flaunts
Let's cream to joy
Plant a peck, a tease
a kiss
Let's cringe to joy
Make a rise:
raise me sweet tight
Ehen
Try for size:
seize me squeeze high
Ahan
Let's ride a-tight
Broken? What the heck!
Tempted? Why the fear!
Taken? Hahaha!
Joy be the business
in town
Ply not the clown
Joy be the music
ahead
Why play the dead
Joy. Boundless joy
in ploys and decoys
Mind not
Crack plots
And ride da tracks
Joy, alas, be...
hatch and catch!
Holidays: A season of tugging emotions, and the pouring of thoughts. What have you got in store and how will you fill the pot? Mean it, pin it.
Just the right season a-tight!
and flaunts
Let's cream to joy
Plant a peck, a tease
a kiss
Let's cringe to joy
Make a rise:
raise me sweet tight
Ehen
Try for size:
seize me squeeze high
Ahan
Let's ride a-tight
Broken? What the heck!
Tempted? Why the fear!
Taken? Hahaha!
Joy be the business
in town
Ply not the clown
Joy be the music
ahead
Why play the dead
Joy. Boundless joy
in ploys and decoys
Mind not
Crack plots
And ride da tracks
Joy, alas, be...
hatch and catch!
Holidays: A season of tugging emotions, and the pouring of thoughts. What have you got in store and how will you fill the pot? Mean it, pin it.
Just the right season a-tight!
PDP "Red Alert" Weekend!
December 9
Governorship Primaries
Peace or Pieces
Red Alert Weekend
Let the people speak
and....choose
December 9
Gubernatorial Hurdles
Soar or Sink
Red Alert Weekend
Let the masses make
or....break
December 9
People's Democratic Party
Gory or Glory
Red Alert Weekend
Oh, we goodly wish
and....pray
This is a warning and a well-wishing verse for Nigeria's ruling political party whose all-crucial gubernatorial primaries hold this weekend.
Visit www.manifestoesnigeriafrom2007.blogspot.com for full commentary.
Governorship Primaries
Peace or Pieces
Red Alert Weekend
Let the people speak
and....choose
December 9
Gubernatorial Hurdles
Soar or Sink
Red Alert Weekend
Let the masses make
or....break
December 9
People's Democratic Party
Gory or Glory
Red Alert Weekend
Oh, we goodly wish
and....pray
This is a warning and a well-wishing verse for Nigeria's ruling political party whose all-crucial gubernatorial primaries hold this weekend.
Visit www.manifestoesnigeriafrom2007.blogspot.com for full commentary.
Dawn as Pawn
I take the chess of life
as days
at the feet of culture
Then dawns will count
I place the net of life
as ways
in the sea of nature
Then pawns will mount
When you move
and how you cast
be what you net
or regret
Chess?
Ask masters
Net? Task elders
Each move, seen or remote
lurks in hearts and minds
All moves, known or blown
breed or bleed in heads
Time, dear player, be
what you splice and dice
Our day be made at dawn
Our pay to grade in pawns
We set both or let all
A culture of dawns
serves one the pawns
A nature of yawns
makes one the pawn
How clear!
Remember the old saying, "how you lay your bed....."? Yep, that's the hint! Getting set at dawn is sure-fire pep. Setting out at dawn is key. Knowing and being known raises.
For 2007 beyond, combine!
as days
at the feet of culture
Then dawns will count
I place the net of life
as ways
in the sea of nature
Then pawns will mount
When you move
and how you cast
be what you net
or regret
Chess?
Ask masters
Net? Task elders
Each move, seen or remote
lurks in hearts and minds
All moves, known or blown
breed or bleed in heads
Time, dear player, be
what you splice and dice
Our day be made at dawn
Our pay to grade in pawns
We set both or let all
A culture of dawns
serves one the pawns
A nature of yawns
makes one the pawn
How clear!
Remember the old saying, "how you lay your bed....."? Yep, that's the hint! Getting set at dawn is sure-fire pep. Setting out at dawn is key. Knowing and being known raises.
For 2007 beyond, combine!
Beyond The Movies
The movies last week
suggested things
I am all thoughts
Though moves be moves
and flicks are flicks
speak me cool words, my dear
Beyond the tricks
The movie last night
erupted fonts
I am all flows
Though moves be moves
and dreams are dreams
take me cool high, my dear
Beyond the stars
The movie this day
suspended things
I am now fours
Though moves be moves
and cuts are cuts
bring me real cool, my dear
Beyond the seas
The movies henceforth
must strengthen things
I am all groans
Though moves be moves
and flicks are flicks
make me all real, darling
Beyond the flicks
It is little cream trying to guide or goad anyone to the temple of love. You got it, you grab it. You lost it, you seek it. However you stand is entirely ya fare.
December is in the air!
suggested things
I am all thoughts
Though moves be moves
and flicks are flicks
speak me cool words, my dear
Beyond the tricks
The movie last night
erupted fonts
I am all flows
Though moves be moves
and dreams are dreams
take me cool high, my dear
Beyond the stars
The movie this day
suspended things
I am now fours
Though moves be moves
and cuts are cuts
bring me real cool, my dear
Beyond the seas
The movies henceforth
must strengthen things
I am all groans
Though moves be moves
and flicks are flicks
make me all real, darling
Beyond the flicks
It is little cream trying to guide or goad anyone to the temple of love. You got it, you grab it. You lost it, you seek it. However you stand is entirely ya fare.
December is in the air!
Life, Tong and Tongue
Hello my friend
What is your end
Be patriotic not pathetic
Life will not end
All say hallo
Hello our dear
What do you fear
Be strategic not allergic
Time be so dear
All pray hallo
Hello sweet fool
Why be so full
Be ambitious not covetous
Flight be no height
All say hallo
Hello momma
Why do you mourn
Be reflective not deflective
Womb be not tomb
All pray hallo
Hello poppa
What did you groom
Be amending not contending
Life be one time
Pray, say hallo
Talking to others as to self, we can all identify links and linkages...in these lines. Sometimes, it pays to listen. In the hurry and worry of life we better be as whole as we jolly well can, or we may be charging others when we ought be charged!
A preachment? Not me.
What is your end
Be patriotic not pathetic
Life will not end
All say hallo
Hello our dear
What do you fear
Be strategic not allergic
Time be so dear
All pray hallo
Hello sweet fool
Why be so full
Be ambitious not covetous
Flight be no height
All say hallo
Hello momma
Why do you mourn
Be reflective not deflective
Womb be not tomb
All pray hallo
Hello poppa
What did you groom
Be amending not contending
Life be one time
Pray, say hallo
Talking to others as to self, we can all identify links and linkages...in these lines. Sometimes, it pays to listen. In the hurry and worry of life we better be as whole as we jolly well can, or we may be charging others when we ought be charged!
A preachment? Not me.
Friday, December 01, 2006
FOUL FARM, FARM FOUL
(Note To First-Ever Africa-South America Summit, ABUJA 2006)
Our land is breeding:
not food but famine
not winners but weaklings
not mothers but murders
not honour but horror
As for man, materials have
taken his place
As for hope, hype dealt
it a fatal blow
and hell has taken over
The lucky generations have
blocked tunnels, channels
and passages
The doomed generations are
pruning their chances
to bare bones
in the heat of waste
From these throes
the web of multiple traps
is choking our willing limbs
From this betrayal
a million scenes have grown
into the movie reels of angst
so our land conjures blockbuster
tales and magic cartoons
Neither the Sage nor the sapling
can fathom this thunderbolt
The eerie passion of diabolical
leaders meets a sonorous silence
of deprived masses, in a kokoma
peace of the grave-yard:
cloaking the poverty of leadership
the depravity of dishonour
and mesmerisation of short-termism
Oh, be not deceived!
No roads for tractors
autobahns for tanks
No cash for ploughers
foreign aid for choppers
No stores for harvests
vast dumps for bombs
Hard times for kids
swell life for thugs
As we turn our fields to graves
we search for help abroad
As we loot our land to death
we beg for stones abroad
When the giver sets snide terms
we turn whimsical in fits!
Pray shame
We foul our farm with glee
robing greed as glory
posting stench as status
Farm be great fantasy
in white and green, blue and red
black or yellow paper rituals
fouling senses, freaking sensibilities
Farms be seething staples
gasping for life in annual budgets
jinxed programmes, junk projects
As we go, when we go
others farm fruits of health
we farm foul health
we foul the air
and choke fair help away
For easy dough, we foul
For easy fame, we foul
For all our shame, we foul
the bond of change
and send the Sage to rage!
Pray pain
We have no centre
lest it holds
We shun them griots
none to heed
Poor moms, how cope ye now
Lost dads, where seek ye more
Our lands be slaughter fields
not farms or mines
Our forests be blighted fields
all gone to logs
Our waters quench thirst no more
just rivers of blood -
fouled by ruptured bowels
of pregnant beauties;
soaked in crying crimson
of craggy kids;
virussed with drawing matter
from riddled skulls!
It is a curse of mounting contempt
flowing from our mountains of hate
jumpy intolerance, and haunting distaste
It is a blessing seen and denied
It be hell undue, love untaken
It is how we look in base brashness
and react in feverish frenzy
The Sage be so in pain
Yes, it is the farm we foul
and the fouling we farm
It is how we mock
and now, we're mocked
Pray change
See extensive commentary at www.onoviranobzervatory.blogspot.com and join the crusade!
Our land is breeding:
not food but famine
not winners but weaklings
not mothers but murders
not honour but horror
As for man, materials have
taken his place
As for hope, hype dealt
it a fatal blow
and hell has taken over
The lucky generations have
blocked tunnels, channels
and passages
The doomed generations are
pruning their chances
to bare bones
in the heat of waste
From these throes
the web of multiple traps
is choking our willing limbs
From this betrayal
a million scenes have grown
into the movie reels of angst
so our land conjures blockbuster
tales and magic cartoons
Neither the Sage nor the sapling
can fathom this thunderbolt
The eerie passion of diabolical
leaders meets a sonorous silence
of deprived masses, in a kokoma
peace of the grave-yard:
cloaking the poverty of leadership
the depravity of dishonour
and mesmerisation of short-termism
Oh, be not deceived!
No roads for tractors
autobahns for tanks
No cash for ploughers
foreign aid for choppers
No stores for harvests
vast dumps for bombs
Hard times for kids
swell life for thugs
As we turn our fields to graves
we search for help abroad
As we loot our land to death
we beg for stones abroad
When the giver sets snide terms
we turn whimsical in fits!
Pray shame
We foul our farm with glee
robing greed as glory
posting stench as status
Farm be great fantasy
in white and green, blue and red
black or yellow paper rituals
fouling senses, freaking sensibilities
Farms be seething staples
gasping for life in annual budgets
jinxed programmes, junk projects
As we go, when we go
others farm fruits of health
we farm foul health
we foul the air
and choke fair help away
For easy dough, we foul
For easy fame, we foul
For all our shame, we foul
the bond of change
and send the Sage to rage!
Pray pain
We have no centre
lest it holds
We shun them griots
none to heed
Poor moms, how cope ye now
Lost dads, where seek ye more
Our lands be slaughter fields
not farms or mines
Our forests be blighted fields
all gone to logs
Our waters quench thirst no more
just rivers of blood -
fouled by ruptured bowels
of pregnant beauties;
soaked in crying crimson
of craggy kids;
virussed with drawing matter
from riddled skulls!
It is a curse of mounting contempt
flowing from our mountains of hate
jumpy intolerance, and haunting distaste
It is a blessing seen and denied
It be hell undue, love untaken
It is how we look in base brashness
and react in feverish frenzy
The Sage be so in pain
Yes, it is the farm we foul
and the fouling we farm
It is how we mock
and now, we're mocked
Pray change
See extensive commentary at www.onoviranobzervatory.blogspot.com and join the crusade!
ANGELA and TIME
(To Chancellor Angela Merkel at 1) [* use glossary below*]
Time flies
but you've used it well
Time tries
yet you be in shape
Let them flay
but I say, Bravo
No be joke o!
Time fries
but you've stayed afresh
Time ties
yet you be not-bound
Let them say
but we pray for you
Ko easy rara!
Twelve moons be long
be short
Twelve cuts be tip
be deep
But try two juggernauts
tied with weary nuts
for size
Hahaha!
Try cheery ride
for metro pride
Hohoho!
Here be the queue, the clue:
Measured - it be speed watch
Treasured - it be honk sense
Seizure - you mind the kids
Closure - you fix old angst
Pleasure - you note the cops
Metro Monster, City Limits!
Sweet may monster
stiff be limits...
No magic wand, Precious
It's the Prose of Life-
the Poetics of Politics!
Twelve moons have held
the truce
Twelve moons have shelled
the team
Times have changed
much will change
as time ranges...anew
This Angela can make a change
be the change...minding the queue
and blending the clue
All change!
For the time just gone
All Thanks - danke schon
For the trials so here
Pray Peace - shalom
For the swell World Cup
All Hail - bravo
For tasks all due, very due
Pray Strength and Health
To be Chancellor
and wise counsellor
All Hail - be one
Now Angela, be the trunk
not a branch, for peace
Dear Chancellor, be the farmer
not barn-keeper, at last
Clear the stables
set the tables
Boost the wealthy
fight poverty...
to death!
Let them say
but put Germany ahead
Let them flay
but hold Europe to health
For, when the monster meets
the metro, all heights
be tamed
The world be sure ya stage
and now ya page:
Play well, act right, script on
As we say in AJ City:
Carry Go, Sister...
Na ya time, biko
Wallahi!
**Glossary**
No be joke o ----------------It's no joke. It's tough. Tasking. No laughing matter.
Ko easy rara - --------------It's not easy. Not a piece of cake. No soft choices. [Yoruba]
AJ City ---------------------Ajegunle, a huge slum settlement in Lagos, Nigeria,
famous for producing great musical and football talents.
Carry Go, Sister ------------Ride on. Forge ahead. Keep on track. No back-sliding.
Na ya time, biko ------------It's your time, your turf. You're in demand. [Pidgin/Ibo]
Wallahi----------------------Truly. Honestly. Yes. Affirmation. [Hausa]
As first woman chancellor of Germany, the EU economic powerhouse and a major contributor to UN finances, Mrs Angela Merkel's first anniversary in office cannot, must not, go unheralded. So in Germany, so internationally.Ultimately, only the electorate will decide her government's fate, but we can and should express our views, and our take - in this global village of our commons. The verse speaks to them and us. It signposts our privilege and honour to share both heart-felt commendations and strategic recommendations around the globe.
And, hey, isn't it fun to learn a few slangs from AJ City? And hints of local tongues? You bet. AJ is already world-famous, so add it to your lexicon please. You know, despite all our travels and education, many Nigerians (and saavy foreigners) speak our cherished "pidgin english" or what you may call "broken english". Adverts, preachers and marketers, including official government programmes, feast on this unofficial lingua franca. Using it here is a treat and a real mark for Merkel.
Many happy returns, Chancellor, and kudos to the Grand Coalition!
Time flies
but you've used it well
Time tries
yet you be in shape
Let them flay
but I say, Bravo
No be joke o!
Time fries
but you've stayed afresh
Time ties
yet you be not-bound
Let them say
but we pray for you
Ko easy rara!
Twelve moons be long
be short
Twelve cuts be tip
be deep
But try two juggernauts
tied with weary nuts
for size
Hahaha!
Try cheery ride
for metro pride
Hohoho!
Here be the queue, the clue:
Measured - it be speed watch
Treasured - it be honk sense
Seizure - you mind the kids
Closure - you fix old angst
Pleasure - you note the cops
Metro Monster, City Limits!
Sweet may monster
stiff be limits...
No magic wand, Precious
It's the Prose of Life-
the Poetics of Politics!
Twelve moons have held
the truce
Twelve moons have shelled
the team
Times have changed
much will change
as time ranges...anew
This Angela can make a change
be the change...minding the queue
and blending the clue
All change!
For the time just gone
All Thanks - danke schon
For the trials so here
Pray Peace - shalom
For the swell World Cup
All Hail - bravo
For tasks all due, very due
Pray Strength and Health
To be Chancellor
and wise counsellor
All Hail - be one
Now Angela, be the trunk
not a branch, for peace
Dear Chancellor, be the farmer
not barn-keeper, at last
Clear the stables
set the tables
Boost the wealthy
fight poverty...
to death!
Let them say
but put Germany ahead
Let them flay
but hold Europe to health
For, when the monster meets
the metro, all heights
be tamed
The world be sure ya stage
and now ya page:
Play well, act right, script on
As we say in AJ City:
Carry Go, Sister...
Na ya time, biko
Wallahi!
**Glossary**
No be joke o ----------------It's no joke. It's tough. Tasking. No laughing matter.
Ko easy rara - --------------It's not easy. Not a piece of cake. No soft choices. [Yoruba]
AJ City ---------------------Ajegunle, a huge slum settlement in Lagos, Nigeria,
famous for producing great musical and football talents.
Carry Go, Sister ------------Ride on. Forge ahead. Keep on track. No back-sliding.
Na ya time, biko ------------It's your time, your turf. You're in demand. [Pidgin/Ibo]
Wallahi----------------------Truly. Honestly. Yes. Affirmation. [Hausa]
As first woman chancellor of Germany, the EU economic powerhouse and a major contributor to UN finances, Mrs Angela Merkel's first anniversary in office cannot, must not, go unheralded. So in Germany, so internationally.Ultimately, only the electorate will decide her government's fate, but we can and should express our views, and our take - in this global village of our commons. The verse speaks to them and us. It signposts our privilege and honour to share both heart-felt commendations and strategic recommendations around the globe.
And, hey, isn't it fun to learn a few slangs from AJ City? And hints of local tongues? You bet. AJ is already world-famous, so add it to your lexicon please. You know, despite all our travels and education, many Nigerians (and saavy foreigners) speak our cherished "pidgin english" or what you may call "broken english". Adverts, preachers and marketers, including official government programmes, feast on this unofficial lingua franca. Using it here is a treat and a real mark for Merkel.
Many happy returns, Chancellor, and kudos to the Grand Coalition!
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tracks from Before
It was in the pen
long long before
From thence came
the ritual force
It was of the den
long long ago
In it craves
our large ego
Independence:
A lonely way
to lovely rays
Parting of ways
Making forays
In the pen thence
in the den hence
Be it of past, present
or future
the tense won't work
sans culture, sans nurture
Independence:
A tortuous way
to make hay...
Leaving the cookie jar
and rising to par
All in the den
still by the pen...
Now for our say
sure in our way
Independence:
The tour of vision
the tear of forces...
And the tracks of honour
leading from before
Ahoy!
The stern message to poor ex-colonies is to learn not to forever-moan. Several of today's great nations were also colonized before! And we speak directly to our leaders and the media in the African, Caribbean and Pacific, ACP, regions of the world. Wake up, folks....the sun is high!
We have legitimate claims to express apologies plus reparations, especially on the slavery mess, but we ain't gonna stay prostrate until and unless we got them...are we? The Jews didn't wait, did they? Now they're getting the best of all worlds!
If you do not say "I AM", no one will say "THOU ART"!
Now, ACP, arise-work-and-shine. Then, assert.
long long before
From thence came
the ritual force
It was of the den
long long ago
In it craves
our large ego
Independence:
A lonely way
to lovely rays
Parting of ways
Making forays
In the pen thence
in the den hence
Be it of past, present
or future
the tense won't work
sans culture, sans nurture
Independence:
A tortuous way
to make hay...
Leaving the cookie jar
and rising to par
All in the den
still by the pen...
Now for our say
sure in our way
Independence:
The tour of vision
the tear of forces...
And the tracks of honour
leading from before
Ahoy!
The stern message to poor ex-colonies is to learn not to forever-moan. Several of today's great nations were also colonized before! And we speak directly to our leaders and the media in the African, Caribbean and Pacific, ACP, regions of the world. Wake up, folks....the sun is high!
We have legitimate claims to express apologies plus reparations, especially on the slavery mess, but we ain't gonna stay prostrate until and unless we got them...are we? The Jews didn't wait, did they? Now they're getting the best of all worlds!
If you do not say "I AM", no one will say "THOU ART"!
Now, ACP, arise-work-and-shine. Then, assert.
You Hold Me So
Clever chord, save this note
and show no soul our coat
Count years and cheers
but save our love...
from cold, biting cold
When they ask, if they ask
I'll speak not a word
When we have a you
and one be this me
Ha, it blasts!
They should make the fold
to sense the hold
As for this you, Dearie
I be grant them no dice
Holiday blues. I am just swinging with the new season, along. Normal, isn't it? Keep them Nosey Parkers away...and out...of your business - ya love!
and show no soul our coat
Count years and cheers
but save our love...
from cold, biting cold
When they ask, if they ask
I'll speak not a word
When we have a you
and one be this me
Ha, it blasts!
They should make the fold
to sense the hold
As for this you, Dearie
I be grant them no dice
Holiday blues. I am just swinging with the new season, along. Normal, isn't it? Keep them Nosey Parkers away...and out...of your business - ya love!
The Crowd Is Food
Come to the commons
but which corner
you fit
Go to the corners
and grab what commons
design
Oh, it's election time
Sweet change can pay
Hear Hear
Ride on our banner
don't mind their stripes
Rise to the tenor
don't mime their songs
Yes, it's election dance
Smart steps can stray
Tear Tear
Buy for the commons
but spike up
the hype
Bite from their corners
and grab old foes
as new
Oh, it's election blues
High stakes be due
Fear Fear
As my dear Nigeria heads for her 2007 General Elections, a historic epoch of civilian-to-civilian transition through the ballot box, I am at once anxious and sober like many of my compatriots. Expected.
Then, I look back and around, home and abroad, and....a little ahead. Politics? Trepidation. Votes? Hope. I take the fear, the tear, and the hear hear! In that order.
When or how or what I feel, I commit to verse. Poor me!
but which corner
you fit
Go to the corners
and grab what commons
design
Oh, it's election time
Sweet change can pay
Hear Hear
Ride on our banner
don't mind their stripes
Rise to the tenor
don't mime their songs
Yes, it's election dance
Smart steps can stray
Tear Tear
Buy for the commons
but spike up
the hype
Bite from their corners
and grab old foes
as new
Oh, it's election blues
High stakes be due
Fear Fear
As my dear Nigeria heads for her 2007 General Elections, a historic epoch of civilian-to-civilian transition through the ballot box, I am at once anxious and sober like many of my compatriots. Expected.
Then, I look back and around, home and abroad, and....a little ahead. Politics? Trepidation. Votes? Hope. I take the fear, the tear, and the hear hear! In that order.
When or how or what I feel, I commit to verse. Poor me!
Fare A-Sweet
How free we fare
riding all fear
How free we dare
knowing no fear
It is love, Precious
fly on
How new we are
spinning true love
How few we say
straining no more
It is soul, Honey
ply on
How cool it kicks
breaking all bounds
How fresh to splash
loving you on
It is God, Sweetie
pray on
This holiday season, may you folks take stock, and swim. It's the time for caring aloud, afresh. If you do, do. If you do not, check...do check again.
Be in love, people. And show it - okay, in your own way! Unique.
riding all fear
How free we dare
knowing no fear
It is love, Precious
fly on
How new we are
spinning true love
How few we say
straining no more
It is soul, Honey
ply on
How cool it kicks
breaking all bounds
How fresh to splash
loving you on
It is God, Sweetie
pray on
This holiday season, may you folks take stock, and swim. It's the time for caring aloud, afresh. If you do, do. If you do not, check...do check again.
Be in love, people. And show it - okay, in your own way! Unique.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
You & Me
There won't be tales
as the pull entails
We should be on at last
There won't be clues
as the clouds reduce
We will be out at last
Today is tight
but we made the flight
It is a price, a dice
Tonight be right
for we made the height
It is the prize, the size
How many times have you wondered how successful lovers pulled through? Well, the elders spoke before: Trust - through thick and thin! Tough? You bet.
And in marriage, ever more so.
as the pull entails
We should be on at last
There won't be clues
as the clouds reduce
We will be out at last
Today is tight
but we made the flight
It is a price, a dice
Tonight be right
for we made the height
It is the prize, the size
How many times have you wondered how successful lovers pulled through? Well, the elders spoke before: Trust - through thick and thin! Tough? You bet.
And in marriage, ever more so.
Friday, November 24, 2006
The Final Train
Hail Democracy
tough though the march
I hail from my pained heart
I hail with hope
We hail from our low stool
We hail with pride
I hail! I hail! I hail!
Hail democracy
tough though the march
I hail because I know
I hail for me
We hail because we see
We hail for kids
I hail because I believe
I hail for country
We hail because we receive
We hail for time
We will vote
We will queue by sun
We will vote
We will troop in rain
Hail
We vote Democracy for us
not them
Hail
We vote Democracy for kids
not them
We hail! We hail! We hail!
Hail Democracy
It will sure come
Hail Democracy
It will sure stay
Hail, dear doubter
It will sure pay
If you hail as I hail
when I hail as you hail...
We will hail
we won't fail
We will own
a new dawn
And this country will sail
as one nation, a great ship
to the shores....of plenty!
This is a song to lighten the burden of those preaching DEMOCRACY, and to beam some soft light on the souls of those doubting it. Sure we can do with some stirring, can't we!
tough though the march
I hail from my pained heart
I hail with hope
We hail from our low stool
We hail with pride
I hail! I hail! I hail!
Hail democracy
tough though the march
I hail because I know
I hail for me
We hail because we see
We hail for kids
I hail because I believe
I hail for country
We hail because we receive
We hail for time
We will vote
We will queue by sun
We will vote
We will troop in rain
Hail
We vote Democracy for us
not them
Hail
We vote Democracy for kids
not them
We hail! We hail! We hail!
Hail Democracy
It will sure come
Hail Democracy
It will sure stay
Hail, dear doubter
It will sure pay
If you hail as I hail
when I hail as you hail...
We will hail
we won't fail
We will own
a new dawn
And this country will sail
as one nation, a great ship
to the shores....of plenty!
This is a song to lighten the burden of those preaching DEMOCRACY, and to beam some soft light on the souls of those doubting it. Sure we can do with some stirring, can't we!
Lows of Lebanon 2006
Lebanon
Litany of wobbles
Literary and literal absurdity
Tempting and tasking self and all
Lebanon
Litany of struggles
Complex and conscious construct
Draining and dampening self and all
Lebanon
Mirrors and marrows, hate and fate
Tears tearing a nation's fabric
Blood bleeding a people's bond
A glorious land...
Cascading in compounding crises
A precious place defying peace
Oh Lebanon, where be thy beauty of old!?
Pray Lebanon
When will thy soul sing again?!
(Lows of Lebanon 2006).
See comments at www.onoviranobzervatory.blogspot.com and join the forces of good.
Litany of wobbles
Literary and literal absurdity
Tempting and tasking self and all
Lebanon
Litany of struggles
Complex and conscious construct
Draining and dampening self and all
Lebanon
Mirrors and marrows, hate and fate
Tears tearing a nation's fabric
Blood bleeding a people's bond
A glorious land...
Cascading in compounding crises
A precious place defying peace
Oh Lebanon, where be thy beauty of old!?
Pray Lebanon
When will thy soul sing again?!
(Lows of Lebanon 2006).
See comments at www.onoviranobzervatory.blogspot.com and join the forces of good.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Grandpa's Word-Light
If war be written
by victors
why do losers groan
If wealth belongs
to creators
why do gulpers moan
If hell be home
to sinners
why do prophets fast
If air belongs
to us all
why do rulers fuss
Say, then, say not
This is the mystery
in the miasma
misery in the misses
and mystique
in sweet ministry
But the high pain
be sure not plain
though the low gain
ride most acclaim
If all were won in war
and none be need in wealth
If words were such a waste
and none be need of wish
Let me pay
When all be true to all
and none be tasked in vain
When dues be due to all
and none be fool as tool
Let me pray
For each day, dear swinger
our pay be due
World Peace and World Poverty constantly agitate my soul, my quill. Characteristically, may I say, I see less World Leadership - in quality or critical mass - working for positive change!
Am I alone? You tell me.
by victors
why do losers groan
If wealth belongs
to creators
why do gulpers moan
If hell be home
to sinners
why do prophets fast
If air belongs
to us all
why do rulers fuss
Say, then, say not
This is the mystery
in the miasma
misery in the misses
and mystique
in sweet ministry
But the high pain
be sure not plain
though the low gain
ride most acclaim
If all were won in war
and none be need in wealth
If words were such a waste
and none be need of wish
Let me pay
When all be true to all
and none be tasked in vain
When dues be due to all
and none be fool as tool
Let me pray
For each day, dear swinger
our pay be due
World Peace and World Poverty constantly agitate my soul, my quill. Characteristically, may I say, I see less World Leadership - in quality or critical mass - working for positive change!
Am I alone? You tell me.
Saw Your Flash
Mentally I was alert
Merrily we had such blast
Yeah, I saw ya flash
God Bless
Amen
Physically I was in pain
Happily we had our gain
Damn, I saw ya flash
God Bess
Amen
Thoroughly I was amused
Eerily wasn't I used
Ha, I saw ya flash
God Bless
Amen
Temptingly you were on high
Fleetingly were we so high
Fret, I saw ya flash
God Bless
Amen
Breezily we were the toast
Hi-Fively how did we coast
Blast, I saw ya flash
God Bless
Amen
These days it is mightily painful, even hateful, to lose your love and the capacity to love again. Stop! Don't be silly. How can anyone give in to such pain, to such a level of hate, that they must foreclose the pulse and pleasure of love, true love! Don't. Gun for love, damn the sting.
Hard to find? Sure. Hard to keep? You bet. So what be the trick, the track? Search me!
But as the lost story goes, there is sense in tunes, and there be sweetness in tension. Use the power of time and the logic of the world wide web. In the flash of SMS texts, or the flashiness thereby, you can fetch the passing pain and fish for endless gain...of love!
Your choice. Yes, your very choice.
Merrily we had such blast
Yeah, I saw ya flash
God Bless
Amen
Physically I was in pain
Happily we had our gain
Damn, I saw ya flash
God Bess
Amen
Thoroughly I was amused
Eerily wasn't I used
Ha, I saw ya flash
God Bless
Amen
Temptingly you were on high
Fleetingly were we so high
Fret, I saw ya flash
God Bless
Amen
Breezily we were the toast
Hi-Fively how did we coast
Blast, I saw ya flash
God Bless
Amen
These days it is mightily painful, even hateful, to lose your love and the capacity to love again. Stop! Don't be silly. How can anyone give in to such pain, to such a level of hate, that they must foreclose the pulse and pleasure of love, true love! Don't. Gun for love, damn the sting.
Hard to find? Sure. Hard to keep? You bet. So what be the trick, the track? Search me!
But as the lost story goes, there is sense in tunes, and there be sweetness in tension. Use the power of time and the logic of the world wide web. In the flash of SMS texts, or the flashiness thereby, you can fetch the passing pain and fish for endless gain...of love!
Your choice. Yes, your very choice.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Taking Off
I walk not alone
in the shadows of whispers
Yet I be alone
I talk not of games
in the shadows of gangsters
Yet I be in games
I will hoot, not shoot
I will yell, not shell
I will pray and play
Yes, I will live, though I leave
and can leave since I live
Oh, I be alone
Joining the multitude has its strings, stings and rewards. Being alone must hold something. It brings pain, gain and refrain. Both these stances be as old as time. No preaching
Pray, we are where we are! Despite the crowd...Despite the cold.
in the shadows of whispers
Yet I be alone
I talk not of games
in the shadows of gangsters
Yet I be in games
I will hoot, not shoot
I will yell, not shell
I will pray and play
Yes, I will live, though I leave
and can leave since I live
Oh, I be alone
Joining the multitude has its strings, stings and rewards. Being alone must hold something. It brings pain, gain and refrain. Both these stances be as old as time. No preaching
Pray, we are where we are! Despite the crowd...Despite the cold.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Dare, Or Bore
Dare not the morning ride
that pumps your pride
We've been there before
Dare not the rising sun
that boasts of fun
We've seen lots before
Dare not the soothing night
that smells sweet dreams
We have snored before
Dare your purse, by jove
but hold tight its strings
Dare your pulse, by love
but hold firm no lust
Dare when it pays
share if it pays
As some daring loony says:
Not daring is crazy way
What a say!
2006 was the year that wasn't! Those were the months we dared not but dared all, in vain! By being there, yet so very absent, we failed to dare. Many times. In many many ways. Blast.
Hey, don't point too far at who, where, when, how, bla bla bla. It was me, you, them...and us. Everyone. Personal, institutional, national, international. Focal. Global. Everywhere.
2007, may I predict, is the year that will be! It will recoup, it will reclaim, it will project. Doubt not for the signs are clear, the lessons so clear. Everywhere. Believe. This be no vain.
Oh, now we must point to self, to them...and us. Yes, everyone.
And the fun part? We can do it!
that pumps your pride
We've been there before
Dare not the rising sun
that boasts of fun
We've seen lots before
Dare not the soothing night
that smells sweet dreams
We have snored before
Dare your purse, by jove
but hold tight its strings
Dare your pulse, by love
but hold firm no lust
Dare when it pays
share if it pays
As some daring loony says:
Not daring is crazy way
What a say!
2006 was the year that wasn't! Those were the months we dared not but dared all, in vain! By being there, yet so very absent, we failed to dare. Many times. In many many ways. Blast.
Hey, don't point too far at who, where, when, how, bla bla bla. It was me, you, them...and us. Everyone. Personal, institutional, national, international. Focal. Global. Everywhere.
2007, may I predict, is the year that will be! It will recoup, it will reclaim, it will project. Doubt not for the signs are clear, the lessons so clear. Everywhere. Believe. This be no vain.
Oh, now we must point to self, to them...and us. Yes, everyone.
And the fun part? We can do it!
Entry-Exit Blues
Casting in real time
cast is cast
crew is crew
Cast crude
screw crew
Cast wide
spew slew
And the mix
joins the fix
Casting in true life
cast be cast
crew be crew
Cast tight
brew crew
Cast bright
pride due
And the pix
be the mix
This journey
be tourney
Ya crew
be ya due
The cast be da blast
Join by choice
not draft
Loin ya voice
plus craft
Watch who you draft
or sink da craft
For many a player
end life as daft
though clever a leader
shine up the shaft
It's the US Elections, and several changes around the world, as well as the upcoming 2007 Elections in my native Nigeria, that are on my mind. Whirlwind. Stomps. Stains. And surprises. There be more to come.
We take office with words not meant. They'll leave power as soon we choose. Let both boss and bouncer beware. You may know ya coming; who knows ya going?
Damn, do folks ever learn? Oh, their crew and cast show the way!
cast is cast
crew is crew
Cast crude
screw crew
Cast wide
spew slew
And the mix
joins the fix
Casting in true life
cast be cast
crew be crew
Cast tight
brew crew
Cast bright
pride due
And the pix
be the mix
This journey
be tourney
Ya crew
be ya due
The cast be da blast
Join by choice
not draft
Loin ya voice
plus craft
Watch who you draft
or sink da craft
For many a player
end life as daft
though clever a leader
shine up the shaft
It's the US Elections, and several changes around the world, as well as the upcoming 2007 Elections in my native Nigeria, that are on my mind. Whirlwind. Stomps. Stains. And surprises. There be more to come.
We take office with words not meant. They'll leave power as soon we choose. Let both boss and bouncer beware. You may know ya coming; who knows ya going?
Damn, do folks ever learn? Oh, their crew and cast show the way!
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Smell The Kite
No one caps a capsized clan
or robes a sinking tribe
You make waves
to pave way
for breath
No one adds a broken bead
to praise the rising race
You create ways
to make waves
for stars
Smell the kites for take
Stake your kite in time
Pastime be pastime
Costume be costume
When the bard sings up
your day has just begun
Pray arise
It is trite, isn't it, to say you must gun for ya goal with single-minded can-do verve? But we do. Indeed we must.
This side of the globe compels us to. Yes. Too much ratting before racing, making the proverbial rat-race a compelling case-study today. It will compound in the days ahead. Bet.
My take? Rank the stakes. Cool temper, and work. Bloody hard. Period.
or robes a sinking tribe
You make waves
to pave way
for breath
No one adds a broken bead
to praise the rising race
You create ways
to make waves
for stars
Smell the kites for take
Stake your kite in time
Pastime be pastime
Costume be costume
When the bard sings up
your day has just begun
Pray arise
It is trite, isn't it, to say you must gun for ya goal with single-minded can-do verve? But we do. Indeed we must.
This side of the globe compels us to. Yes. Too much ratting before racing, making the proverbial rat-race a compelling case-study today. It will compound in the days ahead. Bet.
My take? Rank the stakes. Cool temper, and work. Bloody hard. Period.
A Time Soon Comes
Kindly he spoke
kindling smooth hype
buoying much hope
at a stroke
Meekly he came
minding not fame
bashing old game
as a shame
Truly we sought
thinking we got
linking much thoughts
to our pots
Strangely we lost
and sadly we cost
vowing this time
despite known costs
to reform
Ha! How do we say "they betrayed us!" without wondering how naive or gullible we've been? You must know some story in this strain: personal, institutional; politics, business; secular, spiritual. Sometimes, a curious and benumbing mix.
Oh! How many hearts have been broken...staying broken...in this or these ways? Speak not. We know.
As for "dreams-personal" and "heights-national"....Gosh, those politicians!!!
kindling smooth hype
buoying much hope
at a stroke
Meekly he came
minding not fame
bashing old game
as a shame
Truly we sought
thinking we got
linking much thoughts
to our pots
Strangely we lost
and sadly we cost
vowing this time
despite known costs
to reform
Ha! How do we say "they betrayed us!" without wondering how naive or gullible we've been? You must know some story in this strain: personal, institutional; politics, business; secular, spiritual. Sometimes, a curious and benumbing mix.
Oh! How many hearts have been broken...staying broken...in this or these ways? Speak not. We know.
As for "dreams-personal" and "heights-national"....Gosh, those politicians!!!
Saturday, October 21, 2006
A Tone So Ringy
Could they know your line
and capture some clicks
our hmm.. tone be gone
soon soon
But they don't
Could they know my line
and measure some beeps
our wow.. tunes be sneaked
soon soon
But they don't
Would they try as hell
to rupture the code
for some to know
Like hell, they will..
But hell can't tell
Hahaha!
The less, the best, in the matter of swell relationships. Go digital in ya love deals: you can code many things, and anything! You can block, hold, delete, do, undo....endlessly, instantly. Fun.
The fruit cake in this matter is that we merely return to nature and true home language: where your mom spoke to you in....look, nod, wink, sigh, etc. The Cradle Code of all souls! Thrill.
These days, we talk too much.....with scant effect. Encode.
and capture some clicks
our hmm.. tone be gone
soon soon
But they don't
Could they know my line
and measure some beeps
our wow.. tunes be sneaked
soon soon
But they don't
Would they try as hell
to rupture the code
for some to know
Like hell, they will..
But hell can't tell
Hahaha!
The less, the best, in the matter of swell relationships. Go digital in ya love deals: you can code many things, and anything! You can block, hold, delete, do, undo....endlessly, instantly. Fun.
The fruit cake in this matter is that we merely return to nature and true home language: where your mom spoke to you in....look, nod, wink, sigh, etc. The Cradle Code of all souls! Thrill.
These days, we talk too much.....with scant effect. Encode.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Clock of Faith
A soul once sold
in the cold
not giving up
so looking up
living each day as gold
A soul once ate
by the gate
not looking in
so soaking in
leaving all things to fate
From those trickles
came some tickles
in time
From same channels
rolled the kernel
of fate
Musings met musical chairs
A note will connote
the turn of fate
by faith
The first door, just in time
Promise galore
The foothold stuck in sly
Dodges galore
Then the swing, the wind
and old things be gone
Dangers galore
A note of hate, a word by fate
The soul lingers in thoughts
and lumbers in pain
till the deal be finally sealed
Pray timing and time
old wind was new again:
Same soul
Same fate
And same clock of faith
that has ticked for gain
Trudge on
It's the trip of fate!
There is a story behind this story. A hardworking and bright mind who, like many others, was unable to secure a commensurate graduate-level job. From petty selling (hawking was more like it!), serving in faith activities and spending time around our zone, changes and openings occurred...and a job came.
It was much anxiety for the recruits because they got no letter, no pay, lots of empty assurances for almost half a year! Then more changes. And mass sack - even of those yet to be paid! How faith works....and fate runs: The worst blew away, just as it came.
As I regard the scenario and pondered its mix, it was clear to me that our purpose and posts do matter to fate. Some truly fine workers lost, some maginal performers won. By all scores, this soul ought not to have lost. The tabs just didn't add up....
Alas, faith and fate assured the scores!
in the cold
not giving up
so looking up
living each day as gold
A soul once ate
by the gate
not looking in
so soaking in
leaving all things to fate
From those trickles
came some tickles
in time
From same channels
rolled the kernel
of fate
Musings met musical chairs
A note will connote
the turn of fate
by faith
The first door, just in time
Promise galore
The foothold stuck in sly
Dodges galore
Then the swing, the wind
and old things be gone
Dangers galore
A note of hate, a word by fate
The soul lingers in thoughts
and lumbers in pain
till the deal be finally sealed
Pray timing and time
old wind was new again:
Same soul
Same fate
And same clock of faith
that has ticked for gain
Trudge on
It's the trip of fate!
There is a story behind this story. A hardworking and bright mind who, like many others, was unable to secure a commensurate graduate-level job. From petty selling (hawking was more like it!), serving in faith activities and spending time around our zone, changes and openings occurred...and a job came.
It was much anxiety for the recruits because they got no letter, no pay, lots of empty assurances for almost half a year! Then more changes. And mass sack - even of those yet to be paid! How faith works....and fate runs: The worst blew away, just as it came.
As I regard the scenario and pondered its mix, it was clear to me that our purpose and posts do matter to fate. Some truly fine workers lost, some maginal performers won. By all scores, this soul ought not to have lost. The tabs just didn't add up....
Alas, faith and fate assured the scores!
Imagination
Calls and calling
divide the fold
Yet they be one
Balls and calling
unite the fold
Yet they be torn
Falling and calls
belie the bond
Pray, we be on
Ballroom and balls
define their folly and all
before the foolery and fall
Though they be tall
Use your balls
for the call
Stand ye tall
in the hall
Pray, tie your balls
lest you fall
This is a versification of the general concern and call for higher standards in public service, both in the US and around the globe. Things are getting murkier by the day, nay, minute! All over, our leaders are taking real liberty of us...and their oaths! We beg them to stay off the gravy train. And to clean things up, today! The US politicians should be leading...not muddling!
divide the fold
Yet they be one
Balls and calling
unite the fold
Yet they be torn
Falling and calls
belie the bond
Pray, we be on
Ballroom and balls
define their folly and all
before the foolery and fall
Though they be tall
Use your balls
for the call
Stand ye tall
in the hall
Pray, tie your balls
lest you fall
This is a versification of the general concern and call for higher standards in public service, both in the US and around the globe. Things are getting murkier by the day, nay, minute! All over, our leaders are taking real liberty of us...and their oaths! We beg them to stay off the gravy train. And to clean things up, today! The US politicians should be leading...not muddling!
Tests and Tasks
Testy times be testy tasks
If it snaps, ti snaps
Stay with the crowd
before it traps
When it clamps, it clamps
Pray with the crowd
before it clamps
Testy times be testy tasks
If it's crap, it's crap
Stay with the king
before he's crap
When it snaps, it traps
Pray with your pride
before you're cramped
All you need these days is to watch...and catch...the goings and comings. You can't miss the high drama: in homes, business, politics, schools....everywhere. If you be like me, you must be truly itching to jot down a thing or two. You get too hung up, and you too will...snap! Hey, watch it!
If it snaps, ti snaps
Stay with the crowd
before it traps
When it clamps, it clamps
Pray with the crowd
before it clamps
Testy times be testy tasks
If it's crap, it's crap
Stay with the king
before he's crap
When it snaps, it traps
Pray with your pride
before you're cramped
All you need these days is to watch...and catch...the goings and comings. You can't miss the high drama: in homes, business, politics, schools....everywhere. If you be like me, you must be truly itching to jot down a thing or two. You get too hung up, and you too will...snap! Hey, watch it!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Skyping and Skype
Seek thee a messenger
chatssenger
or picssenger
Try a skype
Need ye a filessenger
notessenger
or mailssenger
Find a skype
Have ye an instant film
video stream
or striking game
Get a skype
and get skyping
Hear:
It is a voice
and a line
tight data
and light
See:
It is a shade
and a blade
slashing your bills
in style
Bear:
It is a click
and a clip
trendy, crispy
and clear
Feel:
It is as close
as they claim
gaining acclaim
So, I proclaim
Seek thee some fun
pun
or rebuff
Go to skype
Need ye a tent
vent
or consent
Come to skype
Have ye some ads
regards
plus some guards
Hop on skype
By skyping you yearn
on skype you learn
Oh yes
Chatting by typing
skyping by calls
Oh yes
It be an highway to earn
Pray yes
What you are is what you get
How you give be where you reap
Yes yes
And, now, it gets bigger
Others are getting the trick
running from stick
Smarties are cutting the costs
linking at last
Soon, oh skyper
chatting and calling
will be the way
changing our world
Hear, hear
It started with Skype!
People from the developing world and patrons from rich countries must be absolutely thrilled by the arrival of SKYPE on the world wide web. It is not just a revolution, it is a most welcome and timely saviour in the Tyranny of the Digital Firsts! It is Demystification Par Excellence!!
Thanks to the great minds at Skype, the voiceless are having their voice....and things are surely happening around the globe. Skype and skyping are planting acorns of the "oaks-to-come"!
From my reading of time and dimensions, there will be bigger surprises from several corners of the world (rural and urban, rich and poor) in the domain of ICT and its redeeming bonds.
I hope that I speak for a zillion souls (certainly for my dear friends) when I say, I'm grateful I found SKYPE....and pleased to be Skyping!
chatssenger
or picssenger
Try a skype
Need ye a filessenger
notessenger
or mailssenger
Find a skype
Have ye an instant film
video stream
or striking game
Get a skype
and get skyping
Hear:
It is a voice
and a line
tight data
and light
See:
It is a shade
and a blade
slashing your bills
in style
Bear:
It is a click
and a clip
trendy, crispy
and clear
Feel:
It is as close
as they claim
gaining acclaim
So, I proclaim
Seek thee some fun
pun
or rebuff
Go to skype
Need ye a tent
vent
or consent
Come to skype
Have ye some ads
regards
plus some guards
Hop on skype
By skyping you yearn
on skype you learn
Oh yes
Chatting by typing
skyping by calls
Oh yes
It be an highway to earn
Pray yes
What you are is what you get
How you give be where you reap
Yes yes
And, now, it gets bigger
Others are getting the trick
running from stick
Smarties are cutting the costs
linking at last
Soon, oh skyper
chatting and calling
will be the way
changing our world
Hear, hear
It started with Skype!
People from the developing world and patrons from rich countries must be absolutely thrilled by the arrival of SKYPE on the world wide web. It is not just a revolution, it is a most welcome and timely saviour in the Tyranny of the Digital Firsts! It is Demystification Par Excellence!!
Thanks to the great minds at Skype, the voiceless are having their voice....and things are surely happening around the globe. Skype and skyping are planting acorns of the "oaks-to-come"!
From my reading of time and dimensions, there will be bigger surprises from several corners of the world (rural and urban, rich and poor) in the domain of ICT and its redeeming bonds.
I hope that I speak for a zillion souls (certainly for my dear friends) when I say, I'm grateful I found SKYPE....and pleased to be Skyping!
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Means and Meaning
Each day you pray
pay ya due
to love and life
Each way you head
pay da price
of love and life
It is the meaning
it be da means
What a way
to find ya way
in this wide way
Say it well
to keep it swell
Mean it all
and bind da spell
O' mindful soul
our world be well
our days will tell
So, play it well
today
What will it cost to be our brother's keeper? What must it cost to keep our sisters happy? How are we paying these bills - each one of us? Means and Meaning!
No matter the hurt, we must keep the lines open, and pursue our line in life. Many give up so readily, so easily, we wonder. Ha! Now be careful: Judge not! Those who wear it, feel it and know it. So....
Loving and living must remain personal, even perennial. But they blend and bond when the world be one for all. In this mix, we be all in debt. Means and Meaning!
What a daunting due!
pay ya due
to love and life
Each way you head
pay da price
of love and life
It is the meaning
it be da means
What a way
to find ya way
in this wide way
Say it well
to keep it swell
Mean it all
and bind da spell
O' mindful soul
our world be well
our days will tell
So, play it well
today
What will it cost to be our brother's keeper? What must it cost to keep our sisters happy? How are we paying these bills - each one of us? Means and Meaning!
No matter the hurt, we must keep the lines open, and pursue our line in life. Many give up so readily, so easily, we wonder. Ha! Now be careful: Judge not! Those who wear it, feel it and know it. So....
Loving and living must remain personal, even perennial. But they blend and bond when the world be one for all. In this mix, we be all in debt. Means and Meaning!
What a daunting due!
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Chords of 'Eight' Seasons
In a nation's democracy
each year be a season
to fly
By facts you rule
by acts you fool
And , pray how you go
you may fly
or fry
In a people's demagoguery
each year be a season
to fly
By acts they mule
by facts they pool
And, pray how you go
you may ply
or cry
Base souls make the ranks
but keep their rank
Swell souls bust their pranks
and fill our tank
In the fullness of time
each season builds or bleeds
for future banks
By the fullness of time
each season be a measure
of acts and facts
Who be lean and dem de fat
be a lesson to hide no more
Build for self-fat
and the gaol will trim ya bloat
Bleed to build us
and the goals will be ya float
Win, don't capture votes
Earn, don't rupture votes
Your maxim, if be service
lead not to maximum votes
for self
Never ever
In the People's Democracy
each year be a season
to fret
By tact you try
by facts you pry
And, pray how you go
you may flounder
and plunder
or gather fine feathers
It be all ya date
For, in the final democracy
your terms are finite
the facts be granite:
No spinning
No laundering
The wheel of time
be finely and firmly in tune
And the chords, this time
be sweet music or sour choke
One for you - pain or gain
most for us - pain and gain
Then the wheel rolls on, again:
Silently, gingerly, ever-surely...
in tune with time
Like you, I am amazed, amused and bemused by how politicians and their hangers-on behave. As for their aides and hirelings, it is one huge wonder. They are same everywhere!
Term-based democratic and electoral office holders are the greatest story and meanest movies to watch. What they do with power and position can hardly be foretold. They simply surprise all. In their sober moments (often too late, usually once they've crashed!), they do admit surprising themselves!!
And the political parties? Oh goodness, how did we invent them!!!
Just look around.
each year be a season
to fly
By facts you rule
by acts you fool
And , pray how you go
you may fly
or fry
In a people's demagoguery
each year be a season
to fly
By acts they mule
by facts they pool
And, pray how you go
you may ply
or cry
Base souls make the ranks
but keep their rank
Swell souls bust their pranks
and fill our tank
In the fullness of time
each season builds or bleeds
for future banks
By the fullness of time
each season be a measure
of acts and facts
Who be lean and dem de fat
be a lesson to hide no more
Build for self-fat
and the gaol will trim ya bloat
Bleed to build us
and the goals will be ya float
Win, don't capture votes
Earn, don't rupture votes
Your maxim, if be service
lead not to maximum votes
for self
Never ever
In the People's Democracy
each year be a season
to fret
By tact you try
by facts you pry
And, pray how you go
you may flounder
and plunder
or gather fine feathers
It be all ya date
For, in the final democracy
your terms are finite
the facts be granite:
No spinning
No laundering
The wheel of time
be finely and firmly in tune
And the chords, this time
be sweet music or sour choke
One for you - pain or gain
most for us - pain and gain
Then the wheel rolls on, again:
Silently, gingerly, ever-surely...
in tune with time
Like you, I am amazed, amused and bemused by how politicians and their hangers-on behave. As for their aides and hirelings, it is one huge wonder. They are same everywhere!
Term-based democratic and electoral office holders are the greatest story and meanest movies to watch. What they do with power and position can hardly be foretold. They simply surprise all. In their sober moments (often too late, usually once they've crashed!), they do admit surprising themselves!!
And the political parties? Oh goodness, how did we invent them!!!
Just look around.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
To Tony Blair
You've had your best
Now leave the rest
to catch the crest
lest you become
a looming pest
You gave your best
and bore no rest
Now be the test
of honour's crest
So take your rest
You won't be lost
to history's ghost
Nor can blast
the recent past
So take your rest
Though as you go
there's much so left
The rumour mills
Some leaky tips
More misty laps
Oh, Tony Boy, cast
them aside
They needn't be your cost...
just your cross!
Every leader their load to bear
So what
Every season their loathe to give
So what
We be the story and the sorry
save there is no grit in us
We be the worry and the wary
save there be just air to us
Every leader, every people:
this day
past day
future day
It is a song whose tune, cold lyrics
and tense rhythm
may mix here and there
but plays all the same
It played for others
it plays for you
it will play again
So so, dearest Tony
tap your gain
zap your pain
and grab your rest
It's cheerio!
It was bound to come. Now it has. British Prime Minister Tony Blair has to go. Has agreed to go. If the media must be believed, it may be sooner than later. It may also be acrimonious. It must not come to sour grapes or opportunism. Need not.
In a way, the bad blood (if it exists) and the bad press (which now persists) will damage party and harm country, if not curbed. So all hands must be on deck, right away.
To one of my most favourite PMs, I plead aloud: Leave, with party and country as intact and hopeful as 1998! Do so, soon.
To one of my most favourite Chancellors of the Exchequer, Gordon Brown, I ask this loud: Help party and country remain high. Rally the troops, warts and all, behind the common goal. Help Tony, your friend - it has its rewards!
Now leave the rest
to catch the crest
lest you become
a looming pest
You gave your best
and bore no rest
Now be the test
of honour's crest
So take your rest
You won't be lost
to history's ghost
Nor can blast
the recent past
So take your rest
Though as you go
there's much so left
The rumour mills
Some leaky tips
More misty laps
Oh, Tony Boy, cast
them aside
They needn't be your cost...
just your cross!
Every leader their load to bear
So what
Every season their loathe to give
So what
We be the story and the sorry
save there is no grit in us
We be the worry and the wary
save there be just air to us
Every leader, every people:
this day
past day
future day
It is a song whose tune, cold lyrics
and tense rhythm
may mix here and there
but plays all the same
It played for others
it plays for you
it will play again
So so, dearest Tony
tap your gain
zap your pain
and grab your rest
It's cheerio!
It was bound to come. Now it has. British Prime Minister Tony Blair has to go. Has agreed to go. If the media must be believed, it may be sooner than later. It may also be acrimonious. It must not come to sour grapes or opportunism. Need not.
In a way, the bad blood (if it exists) and the bad press (which now persists) will damage party and harm country, if not curbed. So all hands must be on deck, right away.
To one of my most favourite PMs, I plead aloud: Leave, with party and country as intact and hopeful as 1998! Do so, soon.
To one of my most favourite Chancellors of the Exchequer, Gordon Brown, I ask this loud: Help party and country remain high. Rally the troops, warts and all, behind the common goal. Help Tony, your friend - it has its rewards!
Friday, September 22, 2006
Do It Ya Way
Fly your path
Son
and do it your way
Try your gear
Girl
and wear it your style
For if the world
were just for bore
all stars
be tied ashore
So, tear rules apart
but mind the law
Take hell to task
but tell the lore
For if the heavens
were just a bore
why prick the whore
Map your path
Son
and see it your way
Tap your gift
Girl
and bear it your mile
For if the now
were all we're worth
all our songs
be bland and bare
So, change lines anew
but mind the law
Make news by dew
but keep the rain
For if a morrow
were true for gold
why mock the fold
Hey, here be my take
for questing souls:
By the map and tap
may your path
not snap
By the lines and times
may your mind
blow chimes
So, in the fullness thereof
you did it your way!
Pa Michael Imoudu was (it's hard to say, was!) Nigeria's No 1 Labour Leader, changing our very world of trade unionism. A patriot and legend of both his epoch and our annals. He made history by creating history. He lived long: over 100! By all our wishes, he surely rests in peace; perfect peace.
Now by Skype I've met Marcus, his chemical engineer son....happily questing in Europe. Like all in the African Diaspora, he pains about home and for home. And he has dreams like all: hoping all be well for one and all. He can act, if he dares. The job be cut out: Waste To Wealth, he says.
By blood, by facts, boy, your job be clear. Tough? Yes. Shy? No.
As Papa would've said, I say as well: "Bring Europe to Africa....and do it ya way!"
Son
and do it your way
Try your gear
Girl
and wear it your style
For if the world
were just for bore
all stars
be tied ashore
So, tear rules apart
but mind the law
Take hell to task
but tell the lore
For if the heavens
were just a bore
why prick the whore
Map your path
Son
and see it your way
Tap your gift
Girl
and bear it your mile
For if the now
were all we're worth
all our songs
be bland and bare
So, change lines anew
but mind the law
Make news by dew
but keep the rain
For if a morrow
were true for gold
why mock the fold
Hey, here be my take
for questing souls:
By the map and tap
may your path
not snap
By the lines and times
may your mind
blow chimes
So, in the fullness thereof
you did it your way!
Pa Michael Imoudu was (it's hard to say, was!) Nigeria's No 1 Labour Leader, changing our very world of trade unionism. A patriot and legend of both his epoch and our annals. He made history by creating history. He lived long: over 100! By all our wishes, he surely rests in peace; perfect peace.
Now by Skype I've met Marcus, his chemical engineer son....happily questing in Europe. Like all in the African Diaspora, he pains about home and for home. And he has dreams like all: hoping all be well for one and all. He can act, if he dares. The job be cut out: Waste To Wealth, he says.
By blood, by facts, boy, your job be clear. Tough? Yes. Shy? No.
As Papa would've said, I say as well: "Bring Europe to Africa....and do it ya way!"
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Mixes, Mystery, Mystique on Mirror Moors
Marshes have thrown up maggots
and faggots before
Mooring be known to divers
scanning rivers
and seas
If the crude years be bore
how sweet
is Brent crude tonight
If distant voices be strange
how sweet
is each bond we strike
This be the mystery
of mixes
Let the mirror speak
tonight
I know of a gentle soul
lurking in firming moors
But the city won't have it be
I know of a trembling dawn
waiting in warm beaches
But the whispers aren't low enough
I asked the Sage for a ribboned writ
to tackle same case some day aloud
But the mystery won't let him speak
So I entered, and centred my gaze:
Alas! There is mirror, there is candour
and humour gallore
Marshes and maggots
faggots and moors
Aha!
Mornings and mirrors
mystery to mix
Aha!
And the beauty of this mission
be the passion of bonds:
One hold, sweet honour
One flow, sweet humour
And the world sails on!
Where we land will hand
us a day
our pay
and plentiful say
How we land will hand
us the way
to the pay
of people's day
What we finally land
be the hand we hand
or bland
When we land it
is how we stand it:
Whether for self or all
By the Sage's nod
we must search the moors
or moor in vain
If not, the mystique of souls
be bore
and the mystery of mixes
is forever lost!
Some of the magic of our common universe came to the fore the other day when my brainy interlocutor posed the question, "what is life?". I always thought it is "give and take" or "seek and find". Certainly not "grab and grab"!
In a word, life, for me, is about "bonds". And, in this wide world of ours, how can you not find a reason to bond; and thus the reason to search? Known and unknown!
Searching has thrown up ponders, and....wonders.
If you doubt, try the www search engines! If you care, try people: humans, homes, humanity!!
and faggots before
Mooring be known to divers
scanning rivers
and seas
If the crude years be bore
how sweet
is Brent crude tonight
If distant voices be strange
how sweet
is each bond we strike
This be the mystery
of mixes
Let the mirror speak
tonight
I know of a gentle soul
lurking in firming moors
But the city won't have it be
I know of a trembling dawn
waiting in warm beaches
But the whispers aren't low enough
I asked the Sage for a ribboned writ
to tackle same case some day aloud
But the mystery won't let him speak
So I entered, and centred my gaze:
Alas! There is mirror, there is candour
and humour gallore
Marshes and maggots
faggots and moors
Aha!
Mornings and mirrors
mystery to mix
Aha!
And the beauty of this mission
be the passion of bonds:
One hold, sweet honour
One flow, sweet humour
And the world sails on!
Where we land will hand
us a day
our pay
and plentiful say
How we land will hand
us the way
to the pay
of people's day
What we finally land
be the hand we hand
or bland
When we land it
is how we stand it:
Whether for self or all
By the Sage's nod
we must search the moors
or moor in vain
If not, the mystique of souls
be bore
and the mystery of mixes
is forever lost!
Some of the magic of our common universe came to the fore the other day when my brainy interlocutor posed the question, "what is life?". I always thought it is "give and take" or "seek and find". Certainly not "grab and grab"!
In a word, life, for me, is about "bonds". And, in this wide world of ours, how can you not find a reason to bond; and thus the reason to search? Known and unknown!
Searching has thrown up ponders, and....wonders.
If you doubt, try the www search engines! If you care, try people: humans, homes, humanity!!
Each Dagger Dims Us
As they fang and froth
each dagger dims the nation
in dimmer depths
and awe
As they bang and belch
each dagger shows the nation
their blurry binge
and blight
As they string and sting
each dagger dims the nation
in sorry songs
and sights
As they suck and spurt
each dagger dams the nation
in looney loots
and hoots
As they rat and rant
each stabbing sucks the nation
of worthy souls
and songs
I was reminded of how infighting and politicking can turn and twist things in quick bounds and rebounds when the Nigerian Presidency became a battle ground for boss and vice. A tour of the media, including the Internet, will amuse, bemuse, and awe you. Aso Rock be now a war zone! Quite revealing.
I just wonder how easily the outpouring erodes all of the image-building our globe-trotting top dogs claimed they've been doing all these years - at huge costs, and at such painful neglect of the home-front. Pray, which investor or tourist will now come to our land, in the light of these giddy revelations? What do we tell our children?
We know top preachers and imams who are close to the presidency; what would they tell their awe-striken faithfuls now? Or the Almighty God they so professed? What will the equivalent slugfest at gubernatorial and LG chairmanship levels reveal? All those sanctimonious TV shows and preachments, how will they add up: upheld integrity or scandalised dishonour? We wait.
By the way, this applies to any polity or people, as we be gauged, if not judged, by the display of our top men and women. Especially their excellencies, particularly the presidency.
May the people beware!
each dagger dims the nation
in dimmer depths
and awe
As they bang and belch
each dagger shows the nation
their blurry binge
and blight
As they string and sting
each dagger dims the nation
in sorry songs
and sights
As they suck and spurt
each dagger dams the nation
in looney loots
and hoots
As they rat and rant
each stabbing sucks the nation
of worthy souls
and songs
I was reminded of how infighting and politicking can turn and twist things in quick bounds and rebounds when the Nigerian Presidency became a battle ground for boss and vice. A tour of the media, including the Internet, will amuse, bemuse, and awe you. Aso Rock be now a war zone! Quite revealing.
I just wonder how easily the outpouring erodes all of the image-building our globe-trotting top dogs claimed they've been doing all these years - at huge costs, and at such painful neglect of the home-front. Pray, which investor or tourist will now come to our land, in the light of these giddy revelations? What do we tell our children?
We know top preachers and imams who are close to the presidency; what would they tell their awe-striken faithfuls now? Or the Almighty God they so professed? What will the equivalent slugfest at gubernatorial and LG chairmanship levels reveal? All those sanctimonious TV shows and preachments, how will they add up: upheld integrity or scandalised dishonour? We wait.
By the way, this applies to any polity or people, as we be gauged, if not judged, by the display of our top men and women. Especially their excellencies, particularly the presidency.
May the people beware!
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Damn De Drift
Loss
And we all lost
Hurt
And we still hurt
Love
There be much need
Hope
We must all hold
Palestine, Israel, Lebanon:
Now we mourn
Soon we repair
to stem their despair
Iraq, Sudan, Afghanistan:
Courage on the run
needing an overturn
And we mourn
by loud despair
Yes, we mourn
Hello
The souls now gone
hear guns no more
Hello
The tolls now borne
tear homes far more
And we hurt
Yes, we hurt
Bombs and bullets won't win the wars
They may cut at dawn
Tanks and mortars can't kill the hate
They may cut at dusk
If a magic were the logic
today be the day to act
For it must be talks:
Talks from the noblest depths
to drive us to love
Tongues from the safest breaths
that speak what be meant
Give kids the peace
not grisely tease
Grant moms the ease
not burning grease
Let's plant for peace
Snap
Snap out of hate, dear player
Snatch
Snatch peace from war, oh power
So the souls so gone
may rest in peace
And the souls so here
may reap the peace
Oh dear!
I can't think of a better time for the world to take a break and take stock of the business of wars in today's world. Sometimes I wonder if we count, sometimes I ponder how we count. In a way, it must mean that things add up in different ways for each of us. That way, we can live with how things fail to change despite our awe. Or the massive failure in our quest for regimenting the world and its civilizations, despite our guile.
As we take a blinking break from the breath-taking happenings around, wouldn't it be profitable to think again, and aloud: "How or what will life be if I were stuck in them horror spots of our planet?"
We may land with different and differing thoughts. No matter. At least we would have thought.
To ACT for peace will be steps away!
And we all lost
Hurt
And we still hurt
Love
There be much need
Hope
We must all hold
Palestine, Israel, Lebanon:
Now we mourn
Soon we repair
to stem their despair
Iraq, Sudan, Afghanistan:
Courage on the run
needing an overturn
And we mourn
by loud despair
Yes, we mourn
Hello
The souls now gone
hear guns no more
Hello
The tolls now borne
tear homes far more
And we hurt
Yes, we hurt
Bombs and bullets won't win the wars
They may cut at dawn
Tanks and mortars can't kill the hate
They may cut at dusk
If a magic were the logic
today be the day to act
For it must be talks:
Talks from the noblest depths
to drive us to love
Tongues from the safest breaths
that speak what be meant
Give kids the peace
not grisely tease
Grant moms the ease
not burning grease
Let's plant for peace
Snap
Snap out of hate, dear player
Snatch
Snatch peace from war, oh power
So the souls so gone
may rest in peace
And the souls so here
may reap the peace
Oh dear!
I can't think of a better time for the world to take a break and take stock of the business of wars in today's world. Sometimes I wonder if we count, sometimes I ponder how we count. In a way, it must mean that things add up in different ways for each of us. That way, we can live with how things fail to change despite our awe. Or the massive failure in our quest for regimenting the world and its civilizations, despite our guile.
As we take a blinking break from the breath-taking happenings around, wouldn't it be profitable to think again, and aloud: "How or what will life be if I were stuck in them horror spots of our planet?"
We may land with different and differing thoughts. No matter. At least we would have thought.
To ACT for peace will be steps away!
Monday, August 28, 2006
Middle East Souls
The souls that left
are not souls left
though we kept them not
The souls we lost
are not souls lost
though we saved them not
The souls that are left
be now so dear
though it seems not clear
The souls tonight know not their plight
though they have full rights
The souls these lands want love to reign
so that blood won't rain
Listen to the mamoth crowd crying in pain
Harken to their weary songs praying for gain
May the world rise as one:
Make peace tonight
Aha! It must happen at last
Merry again
Alas! It must happen dear soon
Bonding again
When all be sane and plain
When all remain so sane:
Share love tonight
Middle East Souls
your day is due I know
and due be what is due
Peace!
Middle East Souls
your rights will write its due
and none will stem the dews
Peace!
And by the middle road of give and take
I bind the will, the zeal, the deal
I... be the Prophet of Peace
Nothing in the current bloodbath makes sense at all. The situation in Iraq is deteriorating by the minute. The kids are in an inhuman world, in which nothing matters and matters are nothing - no matter what!
Can Tony Blair and George Bush dream up something new, and fast, pleeeeeze?
Those kids and their mothers don't deserve one more minute of the mayhem, the carnage, the horrors. No! No!! No!!!
are not souls left
though we kept them not
The souls we lost
are not souls lost
though we saved them not
The souls that are left
be now so dear
though it seems not clear
The souls tonight know not their plight
though they have full rights
The souls these lands want love to reign
so that blood won't rain
Listen to the mamoth crowd crying in pain
Harken to their weary songs praying for gain
May the world rise as one:
Make peace tonight
Aha! It must happen at last
Merry again
Alas! It must happen dear soon
Bonding again
When all be sane and plain
When all remain so sane:
Share love tonight
Middle East Souls
your day is due I know
and due be what is due
Peace!
Middle East Souls
your rights will write its due
and none will stem the dews
Peace!
And by the middle road of give and take
I bind the will, the zeal, the deal
I... be the Prophet of Peace
Nothing in the current bloodbath makes sense at all. The situation in Iraq is deteriorating by the minute. The kids are in an inhuman world, in which nothing matters and matters are nothing - no matter what!
Can Tony Blair and George Bush dream up something new, and fast, pleeeeeze?
Those kids and their mothers don't deserve one more minute of the mayhem, the carnage, the horrors. No! No!! No!!!
Monday, August 14, 2006
Faceless Friends In Cyber-Town
"FACELESS FRIEND"......
All of a sudden, I know
Then, by the sudden, I know not
Here, by the morning, I see
There, by same morning, I see not
What a cyber thrill
and the grill to heal
It is the business of souls
and the soulness of life
Friends!
What a way....by ways
and a show both ways
in Cyber-Town
I sing for you
Friends!
What a day....by days
as we grow each day
for Cyber-Joy
I stay by thee
Far, from the humming lines
I hear no word but warmth
Free in the skyping world
I have free tease with ease
It is a prof, by the scruff
as in a scoff, with love
Hahaha!
Soon, it will be type
or a voice
or a clip
Soon, it may be hype
or a toss
and a clap
Boon - it be their climb
with both souls skyping away
Hohoho!
In this nipping and sapping of brains
sense be not in vain
For these penting and venting of strains
dense be more the gain
Then you wonder: What be friends
as you ponder this ya friend
True to life, true of life
And, thanks to them
yahoo voice be game as well
Merry willy, very nilly
you ask a question of self:
Are they real...be they true
can I see, may I feel
Testing the meaning of life
Yeah, yeah
Dearly willy, clearly nilly
you task the question by them:
May I deal....is this real
can they feel, am I thrill
Giving a meaning to life
Yeah, yeah
Then, it dawns....as it draws:
Not all be face, though all can trace
Google is game
Skype be frame
Yahoo be same
No matter how they tame
a face be worth the trace
Or we may sing sans soul.....
to ffFACELESS ffFRIENDS!!
I have been endlessly fascinated by both the reasons and our seasons of CyberSpace. The whole invention, not minding our intentions, has been one thrilling orchestra. What we now do with the music is each soul's private business. Haven't there always been "good" and "bad" in all things we have? Don't answer.
My professor friend was teasing the absence of pix on my Skype. In answering, I pointed all the way to my Yahoo, my Google, and MSN. No pix! Nor do my blogs or other points. You are a "Faceless Friend"! What a charge from high brain!!
Oh yes, friend.....guilty as charged.
Now, if you look around, and check all round, there are too many citizens of CyberSpace hiding around. Residents of Cyber-Town are acting in tow. And we must. There is so much freedom floating about as we bout. Revellers in Cyber-Joy are having a blast. No matter.
Pix...Yes. Pix...No. Small matter.
But as you lash, dear prof, I may be "powdering" for one!
All of a sudden, I know
Then, by the sudden, I know not
Here, by the morning, I see
There, by same morning, I see not
What a cyber thrill
and the grill to heal
It is the business of souls
and the soulness of life
Friends!
What a way....by ways
and a show both ways
in Cyber-Town
I sing for you
Friends!
What a day....by days
as we grow each day
for Cyber-Joy
I stay by thee
Far, from the humming lines
I hear no word but warmth
Free in the skyping world
I have free tease with ease
It is a prof, by the scruff
as in a scoff, with love
Hahaha!
Soon, it will be type
or a voice
or a clip
Soon, it may be hype
or a toss
and a clap
Boon - it be their climb
with both souls skyping away
Hohoho!
In this nipping and sapping of brains
sense be not in vain
For these penting and venting of strains
dense be more the gain
Then you wonder: What be friends
as you ponder this ya friend
True to life, true of life
And, thanks to them
yahoo voice be game as well
Merry willy, very nilly
you ask a question of self:
Are they real...be they true
can I see, may I feel
Testing the meaning of life
Yeah, yeah
Dearly willy, clearly nilly
you task the question by them:
May I deal....is this real
can they feel, am I thrill
Giving a meaning to life
Yeah, yeah
Then, it dawns....as it draws:
Not all be face, though all can trace
Google is game
Skype be frame
Yahoo be same
No matter how they tame
a face be worth the trace
Or we may sing sans soul.....
to ffFACELESS ffFRIENDS!!
I have been endlessly fascinated by both the reasons and our seasons of CyberSpace. The whole invention, not minding our intentions, has been one thrilling orchestra. What we now do with the music is each soul's private business. Haven't there always been "good" and "bad" in all things we have? Don't answer.
My professor friend was teasing the absence of pix on my Skype. In answering, I pointed all the way to my Yahoo, my Google, and MSN. No pix! Nor do my blogs or other points. You are a "Faceless Friend"! What a charge from high brain!!
Oh yes, friend.....guilty as charged.
Now, if you look around, and check all round, there are too many citizens of CyberSpace hiding around. Residents of Cyber-Town are acting in tow. And we must. There is so much freedom floating about as we bout. Revellers in Cyber-Joy are having a blast. No matter.
Pix...Yes. Pix...No. Small matter.
But as you lash, dear prof, I may be "powdering" for one!
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Apology
APOLOGY...
If by this culvert I failed
how may I pass the bridge
If by this dinner I belched
how may I savour the oats
If by not saying I goofed
when will I master the lines
Little master, mighty matter
a master is a master
as the banter get to matter
Hold me
Bigger master, tiny matter
a matter drive the banter
as the master remain master
Hold me
APOLOGY...
In this lobby down a journey
when will I trade right
As this journey though be wobbly
no harm be ever meant
Let this culvert the bridge not be
Believe
Let this banter the break not be
Retreat
May this matter the map not be
Resist
As we huddle and argue again
our days will be the gain
As we battle and nibble in pain
our nights be not in vain
So believe, if you do
it will pay its bill
Now believe, as you will
it be a matter of time
All relations and relationships must be tested. The first steps are in healthy friction and happy conflicts. If badly managed....you guess it!...hell will be NOT very far away.
Solution? Remedy? Panacea? Insurance? Or low-cost mitigator? APOLOGIES!
Be honest, simple-not-simplistic, contrite and conciliatory. This be true of homes as among nations. It held before, it holds today, and will hold for aye.
Damn not the cut....cure the cause!
If by this culvert I failed
how may I pass the bridge
If by this dinner I belched
how may I savour the oats
If by not saying I goofed
when will I master the lines
Little master, mighty matter
a master is a master
as the banter get to matter
Hold me
Bigger master, tiny matter
a matter drive the banter
as the master remain master
Hold me
APOLOGY...
In this lobby down a journey
when will I trade right
As this journey though be wobbly
no harm be ever meant
Let this culvert the bridge not be
Believe
Let this banter the break not be
Retreat
May this matter the map not be
Resist
As we huddle and argue again
our days will be the gain
As we battle and nibble in pain
our nights be not in vain
So believe, if you do
it will pay its bill
Now believe, as you will
it be a matter of time
All relations and relationships must be tested. The first steps are in healthy friction and happy conflicts. If badly managed....you guess it!...hell will be NOT very far away.
Solution? Remedy? Panacea? Insurance? Or low-cost mitigator? APOLOGIES!
Be honest, simple-not-simplistic, contrite and conciliatory. This be true of homes as among nations. It held before, it holds today, and will hold for aye.
Damn not the cut....cure the cause!
Monday, July 31, 2006
One Day A Year
One day a year
we must
It will drift our way
One day a year
we need
It will shift our pay
One day a year
days will ask, and task
One day a year
the reason for our season
must bark and bite
One day soon-year
no season will buy our reason
or tarry in vain...
Mark your day soon you can
and hack their company
though high they be
Task your means noon the way
backing your meaning
though low you be
For, in the season of high reason
prisons be many
prisms be canny
schisms be candy
And, as the crimson mean no more
we watch the manner of all clan...
See the banter, see the bite
I won't say
See the butter, see the bug
I won't say
Yes, the taper rolls along
rocking a million names unread:
A soul, a toll
Yet, the music flows by show
blocking a million souls in tow
A name, a shame
Tick the clutter, tick the cut
I won't say
Burn the matter, buy the mat
I won't say
One day a year
no one be free, no land be lone
For, if tomorrow speaks at noon
and they say it be too soon
leave me my day
heave them the hay-
to smash the season as clay
Then say to them, by force of Sage:
Go on if fun
Mock on all pun
Willy nilly, oh dreamer
reasons be way, and reasons be pay!
If you take a tour and its twin detour as flesh and breath, you shouldn't be dribbled by the true need for "inward-looking" these days. So much at play, too much at stake.
Don't look far. Start from home, your own base. Check friends and colleagues. Examine faith and its fatalists. Read the news. Go online. And get out and about. What do you find?
Though I said I won't say, you bet we be all sucked into the seasons no matter our reason. And, sooner than later, we must speak for self.
we must
It will drift our way
One day a year
we need
It will shift our pay
One day a year
days will ask, and task
One day a year
the reason for our season
must bark and bite
One day soon-year
no season will buy our reason
or tarry in vain...
Mark your day soon you can
and hack their company
though high they be
Task your means noon the way
backing your meaning
though low you be
For, in the season of high reason
prisons be many
prisms be canny
schisms be candy
And, as the crimson mean no more
we watch the manner of all clan...
See the banter, see the bite
I won't say
See the butter, see the bug
I won't say
Yes, the taper rolls along
rocking a million names unread:
A soul, a toll
Yet, the music flows by show
blocking a million souls in tow
A name, a shame
Tick the clutter, tick the cut
I won't say
Burn the matter, buy the mat
I won't say
One day a year
no one be free, no land be lone
For, if tomorrow speaks at noon
and they say it be too soon
leave me my day
heave them the hay-
to smash the season as clay
Then say to them, by force of Sage:
Go on if fun
Mock on all pun
Willy nilly, oh dreamer
reasons be way, and reasons be pay!
If you take a tour and its twin detour as flesh and breath, you shouldn't be dribbled by the true need for "inward-looking" these days. So much at play, too much at stake.
Don't look far. Start from home, your own base. Check friends and colleagues. Examine faith and its fatalists. Read the news. Go online. And get out and about. What do you find?
Though I said I won't say, you bet we be all sucked into the seasons no matter our reason. And, sooner than later, we must speak for self.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Half-Way Round The World
An unlikely trip holds it trick
Many won't dare a kick
An uneven day holds its pick
Many won't dare the thick
So we savour an apple
leaving out a grape
And we yearn
So we tire in earnest
dreading all the miles
But we yearn
There is an Anne to watch
who be show but steel
She made the trip
Crisis zones had their Christ
weary souls their Prophets
Kids in streets sans kits
Hate by rote sans rites
She sees right in rights
will write it for might
Then the call...a call
round the world, half a world away
Then the chat...a chat
all the way, half a world away
This is the business of love
a show...a trick... and its pick
Trust her to have a ball of all
and all balls, both in play...and thrill
It is her day. All hail
My humble tribute to an Australian soul who plunged her good heart into development and charity work, including to North Africa. She would not be scared or deterred. Not by colour. Not by creed. What a soul, these days!
Christine Ann Hogan....celebrated veteran journalist, writer, public speaker, gender and youth crusader, lover of all tongues, and more...
All hail my friend!
Many won't dare a kick
An uneven day holds its pick
Many won't dare the thick
So we savour an apple
leaving out a grape
And we yearn
So we tire in earnest
dreading all the miles
But we yearn
There is an Anne to watch
who be show but steel
She made the trip
Crisis zones had their Christ
weary souls their Prophets
Kids in streets sans kits
Hate by rote sans rites
She sees right in rights
will write it for might
Then the call...a call
round the world, half a world away
Then the chat...a chat
all the way, half a world away
This is the business of love
a show...a trick... and its pick
Trust her to have a ball of all
and all balls, both in play...and thrill
It is her day. All hail
My humble tribute to an Australian soul who plunged her good heart into development and charity work, including to North Africa. She would not be scared or deterred. Not by colour. Not by creed. What a soul, these days!
Christine Ann Hogan....celebrated veteran journalist, writer, public speaker, gender and youth crusader, lover of all tongues, and more...
All hail my friend!
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
DARING...
Gold be won, be lost, on time
Yet a plumber plucks his due
Bold your manner, not the mould
and surrender when lose:
No time is given, all time be bought
You must feed to heed
and may reap low pay
Take the lead
Long be the shadows of hate
as be the pleasure of gold
Long be the worry in town
as be the honour of gown
Go for gold
Wake each morn
dare not to mourn
Bake each meal
dare on to heal
For in its fullness, dear trudger
time, same time, will
deal you the heal
cut through their hill
and hand you sure deal
The heal this time be solid gold
I got this challenge from Nairobi, Kenya. How can we dare in a daring world? My answer: How can we not DARE in a world of permanent daring? I don't know how not to dare! Know it or not, we are all in the life of daring. Play it or not, we are stuck in the game of darers. So, do bother.
As for me, count all you can, dare me to mount, and I'm game anyday. Is daring risk, risky or risking? Hey, who's asking....just hear the Sage: Nothing ventured, nothing gained!
In making and building a better world, we must hear-tear-n-bear. The Sage to all FEARERS: No risk, no reward!
Still asking? I'm off!
Yet a plumber plucks his due
Bold your manner, not the mould
and surrender when lose:
No time is given, all time be bought
You must feed to heed
and may reap low pay
Take the lead
Long be the shadows of hate
as be the pleasure of gold
Long be the worry in town
as be the honour of gown
Go for gold
Wake each morn
dare not to mourn
Bake each meal
dare on to heal
For in its fullness, dear trudger
time, same time, will
deal you the heal
cut through their hill
and hand you sure deal
The heal this time be solid gold
I got this challenge from Nairobi, Kenya. How can we dare in a daring world? My answer: How can we not DARE in a world of permanent daring? I don't know how not to dare! Know it or not, we are all in the life of daring. Play it or not, we are stuck in the game of darers. So, do bother.
As for me, count all you can, dare me to mount, and I'm game anyday. Is daring risk, risky or risking? Hey, who's asking....just hear the Sage: Nothing ventured, nothing gained!
In making and building a better world, we must hear-tear-n-bear. The Sage to all FEARERS: No risk, no reward!
Still asking? I'm off!
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Prose of Life
Tell me the tales
as lores
Yarn me the hints
on moon-night...
Da Prose of Life
Counting aloud may hurt
but do it
Mounting the high may harm
but do it
The fallow between be the gem of awe
tread it
Da Song of Life
The shallow will dread
and follow cheap leads
The complex will read
and borrow tough leads
Da Prose of Life
Soon, there will be dreams
Noon, there will be screams
One for fools
the other by fools
Da Song of Life
Which way each day is cast in poems
foretold in lores
retold in plays
by a million tongues
Da Zing of Life
Which day each way is cast in prose
foretold in robes
resold in trays
by a thousand souls
Da Ting of Time
Then, willy nilly, we all return to life
as though the world be torn
be worn
or won
What a prosey world!
My friend from Poland-Germany, and master of words, brings this envelope of thoughts quite pungently: Oh, it's the prose of life, my friend!
The more I've toyed with it, the richer...the riskier it whisks. In the philological streams it oozes, I found the world waltzing aloud, dancing on tales. Alas, we all burn the stakes sometimes...not telling, not counting, not kneading! And then we demur.
Even tonight, I can't help but dream. Tough aloud. Yes, dear friend.....It's the prose of life!!!
as lores
Yarn me the hints
on moon-night...
Da Prose of Life
Counting aloud may hurt
but do it
Mounting the high may harm
but do it
The fallow between be the gem of awe
tread it
Da Song of Life
The shallow will dread
and follow cheap leads
The complex will read
and borrow tough leads
Da Prose of Life
Soon, there will be dreams
Noon, there will be screams
One for fools
the other by fools
Da Song of Life
Which way each day is cast in poems
foretold in lores
retold in plays
by a million tongues
Da Zing of Life
Which day each way is cast in prose
foretold in robes
resold in trays
by a thousand souls
Da Ting of Time
Then, willy nilly, we all return to life
as though the world be torn
be worn
or won
What a prosey world!
My friend from Poland-Germany, and master of words, brings this envelope of thoughts quite pungently: Oh, it's the prose of life, my friend!
The more I've toyed with it, the richer...the riskier it whisks. In the philological streams it oozes, I found the world waltzing aloud, dancing on tales. Alas, we all burn the stakes sometimes...not telling, not counting, not kneading! And then we demur.
Even tonight, I can't help but dream. Tough aloud. Yes, dear friend.....It's the prose of life!!!
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Tempt Me
Up there, tonight, I see my ring
baying for space, my place
Down here, tonight, I wring
saying to force the pace
So, tempt me, dear star
and mark my reach
Oh, tempt me, tonight...
See if I'll fly, or fall
by dawn
Smart, dearie star
break not the bond
Our hold on life is lower than time. Yet we seem to reach for time! My dialogue with time showed me a million things unkind, and a zillion kinds of things. Why bother? Ha!
From that hedge-line many moons ago, I had sent my ring ahead. It must shuffle and ruffle all things up there, so I can find both my day and my stay. Once done, my pay be higher than stars.
There should be no asking....just tasking. Find me the space...then watch my PACE!
baying for space, my place
Down here, tonight, I wring
saying to force the pace
So, tempt me, dear star
and mark my reach
Oh, tempt me, tonight...
See if I'll fly, or fall
by dawn
Smart, dearie star
break not the bond
Our hold on life is lower than time. Yet we seem to reach for time! My dialogue with time showed me a million things unkind, and a zillion kinds of things. Why bother? Ha!
From that hedge-line many moons ago, I had sent my ring ahead. It must shuffle and ruffle all things up there, so I can find both my day and my stay. Once done, my pay be higher than stars.
There should be no asking....just tasking. Find me the space...then watch my PACE!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
There Shall Be Plenty, Again
Deep though our losses sound
a 'morrow stands guard again
Dim though our outlook squint
a 'morrow springs guide anew
Fight, if now we wish
No!
Might, all now we dish
No!
Stand firm to silly bites
squint wide in sunny blight
And your 'morrow be due
The 'morrow be no platter
nor splatter
It be a field to plant
and a season by moon
The 'morrow be no scatter
but matter
It be the scanty-a-past
and the many-a-come
The 'morrow, this 'morrow be no "better sans bitter"
It be our due so wide:
Same pain, more strain
new drains, old stains
It be a trudging anew!
But, listen, dear hewer
the bang be the barn
the sweat spring da fields
And it shall be plenty again!
My friend lost lots of money, and her publishing business. I didn't know at all. But the clever soul went in search of the most precious gem after the stumble: knowledge. How time flies!
As she prepares to face the harsh business world again, I had this verse for her. Oh, need you ask? Of course the words and my heart reach out to all you folks out there who are in same or similar bind. Get it out of ya system! And go for it, anew and renewed!! It will be greener in due time....in your time. Well, I know.
a 'morrow stands guard again
Dim though our outlook squint
a 'morrow springs guide anew
Fight, if now we wish
No!
Might, all now we dish
No!
Stand firm to silly bites
squint wide in sunny blight
And your 'morrow be due
The 'morrow be no platter
nor splatter
It be a field to plant
and a season by moon
The 'morrow be no scatter
but matter
It be the scanty-a-past
and the many-a-come
The 'morrow, this 'morrow be no "better sans bitter"
It be our due so wide:
Same pain, more strain
new drains, old stains
It be a trudging anew!
But, listen, dear hewer
the bang be the barn
the sweat spring da fields
And it shall be plenty again!
My friend lost lots of money, and her publishing business. I didn't know at all. But the clever soul went in search of the most precious gem after the stumble: knowledge. How time flies!
As she prepares to face the harsh business world again, I had this verse for her. Oh, need you ask? Of course the words and my heart reach out to all you folks out there who are in same or similar bind. Get it out of ya system! And go for it, anew and renewed!! It will be greener in due time....in your time. Well, I know.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Time's Fare
Time this day makes me a day
Time this way makes me to stay
Time, if you be fair, gives say and pay
And time, dear weaver, makes hay all day
To be alone and stray as clone
be no matter, strange clutter
To bond with time and stray as prey
be slow matter so utter
Stay, if you care, and dare
You may shatter the blaster
Stay, when you dare, and care
You will master the matter
For in time - so precious -
lines will pull and pool, for gain
And the clutter - so utter -
will be your precious fare, again
This is for them souls that have either given up or are verging on such hint. Don't! Will it be that easy? Hell, no! Can we guarantee a quick turn-around? Same no! But in this business of despair and deceit, only those that damn them ruts will ultimately rout the "dregs & stench". Yes!
Tough business, then? Heavens, yes! Soak those lines, again.
Time this way makes me to stay
Time, if you be fair, gives say and pay
And time, dear weaver, makes hay all day
To be alone and stray as clone
be no matter, strange clutter
To bond with time and stray as prey
be slow matter so utter
Stay, if you care, and dare
You may shatter the blaster
Stay, when you dare, and care
You will master the matter
For in time - so precious -
lines will pull and pool, for gain
And the clutter - so utter -
will be your precious fare, again
This is for them souls that have either given up or are verging on such hint. Don't! Will it be that easy? Hell, no! Can we guarantee a quick turn-around? Same no! But in this business of despair and deceit, only those that damn them ruts will ultimately rout the "dregs & stench". Yes!
Tough business, then? Heavens, yes! Soak those lines, again.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Pieces of Peace
See peace floating as we foam
from lips to ears
Hear peace sighing as we drip
from limbs to hearts
Eye it on high
Ear down its high
It abounds in bits....No trip
If the pieces were hiding
I'll blame the stars
If its shimmers were deadened
I'll slam the Sage
But alas dear worrior
why will your helmet fail
Alas oh hector
why will your heeding trail
I see them pieces jostling aloud
for a hero's pick
I hear them shrapnels quizzing of us
for a moment's awe
Pray, why blast the peace
These pieces will stay, damn the frail
no matter post
These queries will last, damn the high
whatever we post
And in the day it matters most
we may all be ghost
of the golden sea...save we gather
them pieces as float
This is not the preachment of yore. This is the pointing to facts and fiction - depending on where you perch or berth. With the hawks or the doves? Our world is drifting and our planet be adrift. So adrift we can have no better "salmon or serpent" than this choose-ya-world offering as we contemplate the horrors of 7/7 today. May we act right all soon.
Since we be all in same boat - float or bloat - I wonder what it be. Preachment, damn it! And why not?!
from lips to ears
Hear peace sighing as we drip
from limbs to hearts
Eye it on high
Ear down its high
It abounds in bits....No trip
If the pieces were hiding
I'll blame the stars
If its shimmers were deadened
I'll slam the Sage
But alas dear worrior
why will your helmet fail
Alas oh hector
why will your heeding trail
I see them pieces jostling aloud
for a hero's pick
I hear them shrapnels quizzing of us
for a moment's awe
Pray, why blast the peace
These pieces will stay, damn the frail
no matter post
These queries will last, damn the high
whatever we post
And in the day it matters most
we may all be ghost
of the golden sea...save we gather
them pieces as float
This is not the preachment of yore. This is the pointing to facts and fiction - depending on where you perch or berth. With the hawks or the doves? Our world is drifting and our planet be adrift. So adrift we can have no better "salmon or serpent" than this choose-ya-world offering as we contemplate the horrors of 7/7 today. May we act right all soon.
Since we be all in same boat - float or bloat - I wonder what it be. Preachment, damn it! And why not?!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
World Cup, World Come
FIFA beware:
you're defining the world
World Cup, World Come
A feast by the feet
Germany arise:
you have defied the worm
World Cup, World Come
A fest and a feat
Fever before, ever anew
the season grows a brew
Ever to stay, ever today
the burstling brews by cue
Oh FIFA, what a feast:
The world at your feet
Dear Germany, what a home:
The crowd as they grow
World Cup, All Up
be Worldcome, Worldcrowd
The world on its feet!
You can look for words all day, scratching and scrambling, but it is a simple word, really: Fun. That is what Germany 2006 is. The World Cup Finals need no definition or explanation. Not even to Americans, who call the Beautiful Game "soccer". Thirty Days and Thirty Nights, we shall be tuned to Germany and glued to the Screens - whether big or small, and to other audio Sets - whether local or foreign. It's the Football Fiesta!
Germany and Innovation should be siamese: Just behold what they've doned! From now on, most hosts will find most fans and visitors preferring the "outside" venues at future fiestas! The Germans have invented a lesson for all, including the Olympics. Thank you, Germany....we hope you lift the cup. But, cup or not, you've already won. You've reinvented the fiesta and redefined the finals. Bravo!
Call it football, name it soccer, in any tongue and any hue....It is the Beautiful Game!!!
you're defining the world
World Cup, World Come
A feast by the feet
Germany arise:
you have defied the worm
World Cup, World Come
A fest and a feat
Fever before, ever anew
the season grows a brew
Ever to stay, ever today
the burstling brews by cue
Oh FIFA, what a feast:
The world at your feet
Dear Germany, what a home:
The crowd as they grow
World Cup, All Up
be Worldcome, Worldcrowd
The world on its feet!
You can look for words all day, scratching and scrambling, but it is a simple word, really: Fun. That is what Germany 2006 is. The World Cup Finals need no definition or explanation. Not even to Americans, who call the Beautiful Game "soccer". Thirty Days and Thirty Nights, we shall be tuned to Germany and glued to the Screens - whether big or small, and to other audio Sets - whether local or foreign. It's the Football Fiesta!
Germany and Innovation should be siamese: Just behold what they've doned! From now on, most hosts will find most fans and visitors preferring the "outside" venues at future fiestas! The Germans have invented a lesson for all, including the Olympics. Thank you, Germany....we hope you lift the cup. But, cup or not, you've already won. You've reinvented the fiesta and redefined the finals. Bravo!
Call it football, name it soccer, in any tongue and any hue....It is the Beautiful Game!!!
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
What A World!
Timing you is a chore
and a ticking way
It won't make my pay
Caging me is a bore
and a freaking fray
It won't pay ya day
Make the hay, as they say
when I stay
Make the move, as they pray
when I stray
For, if you wait a day
though I be hail
you may pay the grail
though I be frail.
Give of yourself, this day
like hell - not of hell
Give by the trucks, this day
like hell - not in hell
Look this our way
not far away
Look that their way
so far away...
Act!
Who knows the way
Pact!
Who knows the day
Tact!
Though it be tight
And react!
Though it may tail.
As we go, if we go
where heals the world
As we come, when we come
where ends our world
Is this a globe or globet
Pray!
Is it a line or linear
Pray!
As we dine, if we dine
who has the tray
As we drink, when we drink
who keeps the gourd
Pray, I say no more.
There is so much need and endless calls for urgent action tonight. Or there shall be no dawn for many....Thus, no noon for us all. As we wake up each passing day, wherever we sleep, the calls get more strident for the needs grow needier. It is a world of endless strifes and striving. All round.
Out there in Indonesia, we mourn. Out there in Afghanistan, we mourn. Out there in Iraq, we mourn. Will the world know peace again? We ask. Can't the world wage peace again? We seek.
Pray this day. For we deeply mourn a frail, and failing, world!
and a ticking way
It won't make my pay
Caging me is a bore
and a freaking fray
It won't pay ya day
Make the hay, as they say
when I stay
Make the move, as they pray
when I stray
For, if you wait a day
though I be hail
you may pay the grail
though I be frail.
Give of yourself, this day
like hell - not of hell
Give by the trucks, this day
like hell - not in hell
Look this our way
not far away
Look that their way
so far away...
Act!
Who knows the way
Pact!
Who knows the day
Tact!
Though it be tight
And react!
Though it may tail.
As we go, if we go
where heals the world
As we come, when we come
where ends our world
Is this a globe or globet
Pray!
Is it a line or linear
Pray!
As we dine, if we dine
who has the tray
As we drink, when we drink
who keeps the gourd
Pray, I say no more.
There is so much need and endless calls for urgent action tonight. Or there shall be no dawn for many....Thus, no noon for us all. As we wake up each passing day, wherever we sleep, the calls get more strident for the needs grow needier. It is a world of endless strifes and striving. All round.
Out there in Indonesia, we mourn. Out there in Afghanistan, we mourn. Out there in Iraq, we mourn. Will the world know peace again? We ask. Can't the world wage peace again? We seek.
Pray this day. For we deeply mourn a frail, and failing, world!
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Earthquakes On Trail
Quakes take no lines
They quash, slash, dash
And they crush
Quakes fake no lines
They scar, tar, mar
And they trash
Quake in lives
as in towns
Quakes by night
as in flight
No height be safe
no depth be cave
We're game, damn our fame
We're tame, damn our name
And the sham be shame
damn the day
Tears won't hold
all be told
Fears won't hold
all be fold
As we see, we reel
As we scream, we feel
Tales won't end
though we tend
Gales won't end
though we bend
As we feel and reel
damn the day
This piece is for our peoples in Indonesia, Pakistan, Japan, Iran, India and others. Words must fail us in times like this. Yet we must find the words to give voice to all our ringing and wringing pain today. It drenches the world, anew.
These souls which just left us in such wrenching pain must waste not in vain. We must find the will and overdue willingness to act for all. Apart from the technology, we must act and rely on the world's geography to save our demography. Even with speed.
Is it time to map the planet for safe zones, and mandatory relocation - no matter the costs???
I plead.
They quash, slash, dash
And they crush
Quakes fake no lines
They scar, tar, mar
And they trash
Quake in lives
as in towns
Quakes by night
as in flight
No height be safe
no depth be cave
We're game, damn our fame
We're tame, damn our name
And the sham be shame
damn the day
Tears won't hold
all be told
Fears won't hold
all be fold
As we see, we reel
As we scream, we feel
Tales won't end
though we tend
Gales won't end
though we bend
As we feel and reel
damn the day
This piece is for our peoples in Indonesia, Pakistan, Japan, Iran, India and others. Words must fail us in times like this. Yet we must find the words to give voice to all our ringing and wringing pain today. It drenches the world, anew.
These souls which just left us in such wrenching pain must waste not in vain. We must find the will and overdue willingness to act for all. Apart from the technology, we must act and rely on the world's geography to save our demography. Even with speed.
Is it time to map the planet for safe zones, and mandatory relocation - no matter the costs???
I plead.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Tides, Sides and Strides
On my mind:
From books and records and films
On my mind
From tapes and drawings and maps
On my mind
From robes and carvings and beads
I think of the past
as the footprints of time
I ask of my mind
new ways of building my day
On my mind:
From news and views and queues
On my mind
From love and lights and life
On my mind
From clothes and creams and clones
I think of today
as the emblem of time
I ask of my mind
tough strands that settle the past
On my mind:
From roads and rivers and rites
On my mind
From meals and meetings and mines
On my mind
From takes and trials and tips
I think of beyond
as the icing of now-cake
I ask of my mind
how time will write our stay
On my mind is a song
In my heart is a joy
On our day we may say
For our stay we will pay
Where now the key
what now the catch
Slender and tender
tinder and blind
Fair, fast and just
From rakers to raiders to writers
we count our past
From foods to films and kids
we cost our now
To construct the morrow
which key, what call
To remain with creation
be a matter of minds
not the altar of kinds
And, as a bind, no matter:
Time be the writer, patchment
and ink....in all matter
I rest my mind.
Is there a worry in your soul? Take heart, it will be well. Are you like me, dazzled by the days of our genius and puzzled how to play in it? Take heart, the thrill will last.
There is plenty on most minds...you be not alone. I found this truism out long ago. An elderly friend confirmed to me same thing as well. If your mind roams and raves and ruminates, you are simply real. If not, dear thinker, you must truly worry.
The key is not your hands. It is our collective. It gives its call to the colour, and its colours to our calls. The cycle is the circle. And that is the ultimate call to genius: Nature, and our place in it. If we live, then we mind.
From books and records and films
On my mind
From tapes and drawings and maps
On my mind
From robes and carvings and beads
I think of the past
as the footprints of time
I ask of my mind
new ways of building my day
On my mind:
From news and views and queues
On my mind
From love and lights and life
On my mind
From clothes and creams and clones
I think of today
as the emblem of time
I ask of my mind
tough strands that settle the past
On my mind:
From roads and rivers and rites
On my mind
From meals and meetings and mines
On my mind
From takes and trials and tips
I think of beyond
as the icing of now-cake
I ask of my mind
how time will write our stay
On my mind is a song
In my heart is a joy
On our day we may say
For our stay we will pay
Where now the key
what now the catch
Slender and tender
tinder and blind
Fair, fast and just
From rakers to raiders to writers
we count our past
From foods to films and kids
we cost our now
To construct the morrow
which key, what call
To remain with creation
be a matter of minds
not the altar of kinds
And, as a bind, no matter:
Time be the writer, patchment
and ink....in all matter
I rest my mind.
Is there a worry in your soul? Take heart, it will be well. Are you like me, dazzled by the days of our genius and puzzled how to play in it? Take heart, the thrill will last.
There is plenty on most minds...you be not alone. I found this truism out long ago. An elderly friend confirmed to me same thing as well. If your mind roams and raves and ruminates, you are simply real. If not, dear thinker, you must truly worry.
The key is not your hands. It is our collective. It gives its call to the colour, and its colours to our calls. The cycle is the circle. And that is the ultimate call to genius: Nature, and our place in it. If we live, then we mind.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Cave-Sense On Hills
Words be their bricks
and mortar
They won't buy your tricks
Hints be their bread
and butter
They won't buy your drinks
Ringing and binding
in spins and loops
this tribe make your days
of concern
meld with your nights
of worry
And hail your flights:
So you wonder why
you worry...
Until you find the message
in the messy material
or that hurting honey
Then, you ponder why
you worry
Poets!
Them tribe of yore
blending Sage
with Modern Age
Poets!
Strange guage
on Ancient Stage
Damn their ranks.
What can a humble beneficiary of the tribe say! In this business, we are all poetic, if not kindly admitting to be poets. But the Bards owe us, owe self, owe a 'morrow. Must they chant or choke? Who knows what be right!? Not me, I plead. But bet that poets will pound the lanes of our very Planet for aeons. No losing them!
Once they be balanced, and fair, I be game. So may us ALL. And the world has been forgiving. In this era, ICT will make a bigger way for poetry, a better say for poets. Brighter day for ALL.
Oh, may poets still be damned....for they be pain, and pleasure!
and mortar
They won't buy your tricks
Hints be their bread
and butter
They won't buy your drinks
Ringing and binding
in spins and loops
this tribe make your days
of concern
meld with your nights
of worry
And hail your flights:
So you wonder why
you worry...
Until you find the message
in the messy material
or that hurting honey
Then, you ponder why
you worry
Poets!
Them tribe of yore
blending Sage
with Modern Age
Poets!
Strange guage
on Ancient Stage
Damn their ranks.
What can a humble beneficiary of the tribe say! In this business, we are all poetic, if not kindly admitting to be poets. But the Bards owe us, owe self, owe a 'morrow. Must they chant or choke? Who knows what be right!? Not me, I plead. But bet that poets will pound the lanes of our very Planet for aeons. No losing them!
Once they be balanced, and fair, I be game. So may us ALL. And the world has been forgiving. In this era, ICT will make a bigger way for poetry, a better say for poets. Brighter day for ALL.
Oh, may poets still be damned....for they be pain, and pleasure!
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Accountant
Counting counts
But tell the strings
and their pullers:
It hurts
You're watched what you
spend
You're lashed what you
earn
You be tossed in-between
Greatest harm?
The hurt of retrospect.
Wow! Just dare a world without them figure-crunchers! Can we, should you? Hey, seek ye company elsewhere. The guys figure that out yonks ago, and kept everyone - thus, everything - on the quest. Come off it, don't we seek and yearn for money?!
Now, our world is tied to them figures: credit, debit, hire purchase, banking, ratings, lottery, stocks, etc. Managers must watch it. Boards are bashed or bannered by it. And nations reel under its lure, its influence: figuring out the FIGURES.
From politicians to priests, from researchers to revellers, we now take polls or posters serious when they tie figures in: posperity or penury, not so much posterity! The now mentality.
So, figures get priority. They're earned or deferred or cooked or conjured! What a time to be leader or looter, manager or damager! As for values, they claim value-added. Not that value, if you see what I count - your grandmother's preachments!
Bless Accountants. And Accounting.
But tell the strings
and their pullers:
It hurts
You're watched what you
spend
You're lashed what you
earn
You be tossed in-between
Greatest harm?
The hurt of retrospect.
Wow! Just dare a world without them figure-crunchers! Can we, should you? Hey, seek ye company elsewhere. The guys figure that out yonks ago, and kept everyone - thus, everything - on the quest. Come off it, don't we seek and yearn for money?!
Now, our world is tied to them figures: credit, debit, hire purchase, banking, ratings, lottery, stocks, etc. Managers must watch it. Boards are bashed or bannered by it. And nations reel under its lure, its influence: figuring out the FIGURES.
From politicians to priests, from researchers to revellers, we now take polls or posters serious when they tie figures in: posperity or penury, not so much posterity! The now mentality.
So, figures get priority. They're earned or deferred or cooked or conjured! What a time to be leader or looter, manager or damager! As for values, they claim value-added. Not that value, if you see what I count - your grandmother's preachments!
Bless Accountants. And Accounting.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Lawyers
Order pays - no
question
Now back off, or
back down - it's a world
of questions and answers
or silence
You have rights, then
few rights....even
no rights
The difference, pray silence, be
a gown, a wig; the bench
and the stand...
In their court, dear weary
the ball
is always in play!
I have to defer to my numerous friends, family and almost-foes who chose to be so learned that it pays no bills to fuss by them. The world of law is its own world, and we must remain beholden to its glamour and gloom, its pleasures and plights, its nestling and nest. Oh, may it please their learnedships to make the game great name and shame, for there are counsels and there are come-sells. Lest we score an own-goal, I rest my case!
question
Now back off, or
back down - it's a world
of questions and answers
or silence
You have rights, then
few rights....even
no rights
The difference, pray silence, be
a gown, a wig; the bench
and the stand...
In their court, dear weary
the ball
is always in play!
I have to defer to my numerous friends, family and almost-foes who chose to be so learned that it pays no bills to fuss by them. The world of law is its own world, and we must remain beholden to its glamour and gloom, its pleasures and plights, its nestling and nest. Oh, may it please their learnedships to make the game great name and shame, for there are counsels and there are come-sells. Lest we score an own-goal, I rest my case!
Thursday, April 20, 2006
China's Charm
Hide no more, the high is due
Sigh no more, the sea is true
Come in your robes
Sail with the ropes
The sun must listen anew
Rake in rolls
Stake the tolls
The moon must moisture anew
Your rise be no magic
though you be mystery
Your day be such magic
tied to your history
Suck and sow, oh China
Pluck and show, sweet Orient
Let the worker be wealth
hail the nation as one.
China is charming the world! In his current visit to the United States, President Hu has been winning all the way! As the receptions show, the Americans have wisely accepted China as the next superpower. Rightly and inevitably so. And the Chinese are signing eye-popping cheques!
At the White House lunch, President Hu homed in his speech with a quote from a celebrated Chinese Poet. And he praised the wisdom in the warming relationship between China (the world's largest developing country) and the United States (the world's largest developed country). That was something. The giant bears its genius with genial airs.
This poem, China's Charm, is to commemorate this diplomatic reality. China holds its own in a world of diversity. Let the unity-in-diversity remain the beauty of our world. Our Global Village.
Sigh no more, the sea is true
Come in your robes
Sail with the ropes
The sun must listen anew
Rake in rolls
Stake the tolls
The moon must moisture anew
Your rise be no magic
though you be mystery
Your day be such magic
tied to your history
Suck and sow, oh China
Pluck and show, sweet Orient
Let the worker be wealth
hail the nation as one.
China is charming the world! In his current visit to the United States, President Hu has been winning all the way! As the receptions show, the Americans have wisely accepted China as the next superpower. Rightly and inevitably so. And the Chinese are signing eye-popping cheques!
At the White House lunch, President Hu homed in his speech with a quote from a celebrated Chinese Poet. And he praised the wisdom in the warming relationship between China (the world's largest developing country) and the United States (the world's largest developed country). That was something. The giant bears its genius with genial airs.
This poem, China's Charm, is to commemorate this diplomatic reality. China holds its own in a world of diversity. Let the unity-in-diversity remain the beauty of our world. Our Global Village.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Books
It tells what we know
so we own
It shows what we don't
so we own
When our kids fly
we buy
When they fail
we buy
If leaders lead
we read
If they lose
we read
Books, like foods, build
and burn
It's why we wonder
about buying
and burials
Books, like tools, make
and mar
It's why we ponder
over reading
and rituals
Books, like fools, bake
and take
It's why we thunder
when writers wake
to rake
Books - a path
and pathfinder to halls
Books - a wrath
and wrathsmasher for all
Your take, your stake
and stake of takes
Brook, and be bookish
Brush, and be bushy
It's why we live
in books and looks
Read!
Parents must now arise and rise to the challenge of less-book in homes, schools and lives of their kids and wards. The IT age is taking its toll. We ask for balance and beauty. Today, many kids can't read properly or write proficiently. It is verging on an epidemic. Short-cuts and sms-language undermine their communicative faculty and cognitive essence. We must worry. Or soon, we will be sorry.
Many leaders do not read. Decision making now suffers on the altar of whims and speeches are getting bland, less memorable, without quotable quotes. At all levels! Where are the BOOKS??
so we own
It shows what we don't
so we own
When our kids fly
we buy
When they fail
we buy
If leaders lead
we read
If they lose
we read
Books, like foods, build
and burn
It's why we wonder
about buying
and burials
Books, like tools, make
and mar
It's why we ponder
over reading
and rituals
Books, like fools, bake
and take
It's why we thunder
when writers wake
to rake
Books - a path
and pathfinder to halls
Books - a wrath
and wrathsmasher for all
Your take, your stake
and stake of takes
Brook, and be bookish
Brush, and be bushy
It's why we live
in books and looks
Read!
Parents must now arise and rise to the challenge of less-book in homes, schools and lives of their kids and wards. The IT age is taking its toll. We ask for balance and beauty. Today, many kids can't read properly or write proficiently. It is verging on an epidemic. Short-cuts and sms-language undermine their communicative faculty and cognitive essence. We must worry. Or soon, we will be sorry.
Many leaders do not read. Decision making now suffers on the altar of whims and speeches are getting bland, less memorable, without quotable quotes. At all levels! Where are the BOOKS??
Doctoring
Marking God's work
and seeing if it works...
on us
Corrections, connections
Concoctions, contortions
They adjust, they adjudge
and prejudge, then rejudge
In the end, they leave all
to us, time...
and GOD!
On this issue, I have no comment. And I have to join the fray to pray for a better deal for doctors. We do need them in droves...especially in nature cure and alternative therapy.
and seeing if it works...
on us
Corrections, connections
Concoctions, contortions
They adjust, they adjudge
and prejudge, then rejudge
In the end, they leave all
to us, time...
and GOD!
On this issue, I have no comment. And I have to join the fray to pray for a better deal for doctors. We do need them in droves...especially in nature cure and alternative therapy.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Songs Today
Why won't you sigh in songs
if so you see
Why won't you high in tongues
if so you take
Fly, we be your find and kind
Try, we know the stake
For this day, dear singer
is the kind to dare
See them who go in vain
thinking they gain
See them who sing in pain
flying in gain
Yet we know what they grow
mounting the show
And we see how you go
scaling the mines
Sing me your song again
bury the pain
Taunt me with all again
cover the drain
For, may you know:
We are your day and spray
Hooray
We are the tray and pay
Hooray
When we return, this turn
it must be mint
When you return, your turn
there'll be fresh mint
And your song, dear conquerer
is up so up
As our refrain, oh merry
be tune atop!
On a marathon 12-hour panoramic survey of world news this week, I saw the triumph of our humankind over it all. Great pains today being met by greater gains of courage. Great stakes in politics being met by greater restraint and refrain by people high and low. Why, we should sing. Pray silence, we should!
The power of songs swamps dark plots and puppets in power. The songs, some in hums and umbrage, others in pomp and outrage. Many a tune, in tones of temper and tempest, many a beat in tease and teasing. What fun, what funfest! Fame and flames are up in glare, enflaming passions galore. But, alas, in all lands alike, the joy be there - unfolding! Yes, the key.
If you are still here, please join today.
if so you see
Why won't you high in tongues
if so you take
Fly, we be your find and kind
Try, we know the stake
For this day, dear singer
is the kind to dare
See them who go in vain
thinking they gain
See them who sing in pain
flying in gain
Yet we know what they grow
mounting the show
And we see how you go
scaling the mines
Sing me your song again
bury the pain
Taunt me with all again
cover the drain
For, may you know:
We are your day and spray
Hooray
We are the tray and pay
Hooray
When we return, this turn
it must be mint
When you return, your turn
there'll be fresh mint
And your song, dear conquerer
is up so up
As our refrain, oh merry
be tune atop!
On a marathon 12-hour panoramic survey of world news this week, I saw the triumph of our humankind over it all. Great pains today being met by greater gains of courage. Great stakes in politics being met by greater restraint and refrain by people high and low. Why, we should sing. Pray silence, we should!
The power of songs swamps dark plots and puppets in power. The songs, some in hums and umbrage, others in pomp and outrage. Many a tune, in tones of temper and tempest, many a beat in tease and teasing. What fun, what funfest! Fame and flames are up in glare, enflaming passions galore. But, alas, in all lands alike, the joy be there - unfolding! Yes, the key.
If you are still here, please join today.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Oh Power, Dream Ye On
Power
Where be thy strength, thy smear
Post
How be thy scent, thy stab
Here, said the Sage
Dream on
Power, and the day after be hell
Post, and the moon after be shell
No friends, no phones
No welcome, few goodbyes to smell
All waiting, most itching to tell
Then the spoils:
Care, courage or cant
All watching, most itching to search
And tomorrow?
You must wait
Time and others will tell
We should sympathise with men and women of post and position. The power of power is, as they say, intoxicating. Check at home, how the power game gets played; and how it finally plays out. Even parents, with all their love and best designs, loathe losing power! And so do siblings!!
Now, from Africa to Asia to Europe, political office holders are defying the rules, the people and posterity to hang on to power. And the world is revolting. Rightly so.
But, hey, have you seen an ex-this or ex-that recently? It can be tough. It seems the corn they planted in office be the maize they reap when out. So, if a leader sows the wind, mayn't they reap their whirlwind? Most oppositons will probably post them a political tsunami!!!
Yet, honour be honour. Leaders must leave. Or grieve.
Where be thy strength, thy smear
Post
How be thy scent, thy stab
Here, said the Sage
Dream on
Power, and the day after be hell
Post, and the moon after be shell
No friends, no phones
No welcome, few goodbyes to smell
All waiting, most itching to tell
Then the spoils:
Care, courage or cant
All watching, most itching to search
And tomorrow?
You must wait
Time and others will tell
We should sympathise with men and women of post and position. The power of power is, as they say, intoxicating. Check at home, how the power game gets played; and how it finally plays out. Even parents, with all their love and best designs, loathe losing power! And so do siblings!!
Now, from Africa to Asia to Europe, political office holders are defying the rules, the people and posterity to hang on to power. And the world is revolting. Rightly so.
But, hey, have you seen an ex-this or ex-that recently? It can be tough. It seems the corn they planted in office be the maize they reap when out. So, if a leader sows the wind, mayn't they reap their whirlwind? Most oppositons will probably post them a political tsunami!!!
Yet, honour be honour. Leaders must leave. Or grieve.
POVERTY Fuji
Whose kid is this
who must sleep hungry
Whose mind is this
which must wander in want
Whose wife is this
who must go naked
Whose husband is this
who must bow in shame....
All because he works but earns less
Simply because he sees can touch not
Just because he jumps but falls flat
Save him this night
O'Mighty One
Save him this shame
Ye gatekeepers
If you let him into his world
his brain, his brawn, his pride
will give hunger a rout
and shame his thirst away
If you dare him to dare
his spirit, his will, his groin
will savour freedom from want
which the other nights curtailed
Give him his night of peace
his sleep in freedom
Show him the map of pleasure
so he may choose his path
Give him the ringless space
so he may keep his pace
Task him the Square of Honour
so he may burnish his pride
Give him his breath of humour
so he may laugh off his pains
Grant him the CREDIT to use
so he can micro his problems
and MACRO his family's joy!
"Fuji" is a popular and original Nigerian music. It originates from the Yoruba ethnic heritage of the southwest, home of the late Afrobeats legend, Fela Anikulapo Kuti who, may you know, was Professor Wole Soyinka's cousin. As Africa's first Nobel Laureate for Literature, who will not rest on his laurels, Soyinka and his soulmates have crusaded against injustice worldwide. Dr Beko Ransome-Kuti, Fela's brother and a foremost human rights crusader, passed on recently. He was the last of the Kuti Family of born-activists and civil rights titans. Along with many disciplined and determined patriots, these legends desired the end of poverty in both their country and continent. Alas, their own sojourn came painfully sooner!
Geldof and Bono have teamed up with others in a renewed crusade to make poverty history around the globe, with a special focus on Africa. Bless you, guys. God bless you plenty.
I thought that when the rich and powerful go on their party spree and, what in street slang we
tag "jolly-jolly or jollification", they ought to know that the masses are rumbling in "Poverty Fuji". The poor do not need or seek pity. They need and demand opportunity, equity and dignity. Surely, that can't be too much to seek in a resource-filled world....in 2006, can it?
The "Poverty Fuji" Task belongs to us all. Let it find home in the letter and spirit of the UN Millennium Development Goals, MDGs. Let the Masses' Music move from grumbles to pulsating highlife, to melodious juju and serenading blues. May the Global Village hold its Square of Honour for ALL.
who must sleep hungry
Whose mind is this
which must wander in want
Whose wife is this
who must go naked
Whose husband is this
who must bow in shame....
All because he works but earns less
Simply because he sees can touch not
Just because he jumps but falls flat
Save him this night
O'Mighty One
Save him this shame
Ye gatekeepers
If you let him into his world
his brain, his brawn, his pride
will give hunger a rout
and shame his thirst away
If you dare him to dare
his spirit, his will, his groin
will savour freedom from want
which the other nights curtailed
Give him his night of peace
his sleep in freedom
Show him the map of pleasure
so he may choose his path
Give him the ringless space
so he may keep his pace
Task him the Square of Honour
so he may burnish his pride
Give him his breath of humour
so he may laugh off his pains
Grant him the CREDIT to use
so he can micro his problems
and MACRO his family's joy!
"Fuji" is a popular and original Nigerian music. It originates from the Yoruba ethnic heritage of the southwest, home of the late Afrobeats legend, Fela Anikulapo Kuti who, may you know, was Professor Wole Soyinka's cousin. As Africa's first Nobel Laureate for Literature, who will not rest on his laurels, Soyinka and his soulmates have crusaded against injustice worldwide. Dr Beko Ransome-Kuti, Fela's brother and a foremost human rights crusader, passed on recently. He was the last of the Kuti Family of born-activists and civil rights titans. Along with many disciplined and determined patriots, these legends desired the end of poverty in both their country and continent. Alas, their own sojourn came painfully sooner!
Geldof and Bono have teamed up with others in a renewed crusade to make poverty history around the globe, with a special focus on Africa. Bless you, guys. God bless you plenty.
I thought that when the rich and powerful go on their party spree and, what in street slang we
tag "jolly-jolly or jollification", they ought to know that the masses are rumbling in "Poverty Fuji". The poor do not need or seek pity. They need and demand opportunity, equity and dignity. Surely, that can't be too much to seek in a resource-filled world....in 2006, can it?
The "Poverty Fuji" Task belongs to us all. Let it find home in the letter and spirit of the UN Millennium Development Goals, MDGs. Let the Masses' Music move from grumbles to pulsating highlife, to melodious juju and serenading blues. May the Global Village hold its Square of Honour for ALL.
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