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!
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