Just as the Internet happened upon us and changed our world, I foresee poetry in a new and renewed resurgence: the shorthand for social communication, back-stopping our drift away from heavy reading. Verses for the Masses promotes the Culture of "Popular Poetry", will help make our day, our way, our world, a better blend. Here be First Leg of my Literature Tripod & New Media Offerings. See "myblogversations" for Drama and "webloreswebtales" for Short Stories" on blogspot.com
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Draft Dodgers
Monday, January 17, 2011
JOS: The COST of BLOOD
Now in the season of joy
comesthe treason of pain
Pain of deep wounds seen
and deeper wounds beyond
Rain of stiff words heard
and stiffer words beyond
How may we counter with balm
how do we utter with calm
Jos, and the cost of blood
The goons of gain
can be boon to schemes
Bare hooks, hair nooks
What a gain
Blank looks, dark looks
Where again
The hearts in pain
can be homes of themes
Faith laws, hate lores
What a pain
True thaws, truce flaws
When again
How may we matter as dove
how shall we render with love
Jos, and the cost of blood
The hidden is ridden
and its golden forbidden
Your hold is your fare
their hold ought be fair
What a gain
The ridden is hidden
and its mirror forbidden
Be not beholden
they ought be golden
Where again
How may we banter as old
how shall we barter and hold
Jos, and the cost of blood
Peace is leased and seized
taken to highs broken to lows
given in lips fallen by hands
Yuletides as sad tides
in lands made and marred
What a tease
Yuletides as sweet tides
in hearts sacred and scarred
Why the tease
We will rescue peace
it will not cease
We will render love
as pure as dove
Now the order of culture, of nature
will nurture Jos from the cuts and blood
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Endgame Blues
not the views
People are people
You may suppress the rumours
not the tumours
Ripples are ripples
Many disguise for power
eat power as flour
drink power as soda
garnish every guile and guise
By their trip, pray power
tears and laughter be endgame
Soon the lost and lusting
goes consuming
gets presumptive
stays deceptive
Marauders are marauders
From the cliff of bile and brigand
it is ramble, gamble, bramble
Oh power, behold the tumble
behold the endgame!
You may distort the news
not the views
Facts are facts
You may distort the budgets
not the targets
Fiction is fiction
Many disguise in power
trade myth as mystery
travesty as majesty
brandish every guile and guise
How your mirrors hide your tumours
and horrors pride as honours
be our note to sages - pray, unknot
How your carrots pay for pirates
and sticks slay our patriots
be the note of ages - pray, unknot
Fate-tempters in grimey game
losing rafter in sure endgame
Hate-prompters of hellish pride
oozing chapters we so deride
Pray power, call in sages
not marabouts -
truths are bold roundabouts
upheld from ages
They will bind your guile
break each guise and disguise
Oh power, behold the honey
behold the bees...
enjoy the roses, endure the thorns
Serve and be served...
deserve and preserve
As you proceed, pray power
behold the game, the fame
behold the endgame!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Rains of Glory
The rains are pouring today
Will it be gory terrain
or glory again
Dream on, people
but work your dream
The rains are pouring again
Will it be? Will it be?
Ask no question! Ask no question
without action!
Bards have sung before
The rains are pouring again
Oh benefits
Ye deficits
The rains, the rains
the pains, the pains
The rains are pouring again
Hurrays
and horrors
The rains, the rains
the gains, the gains
The rains are pouring again
Rains of glory are for poor and rich
Pouring again in pains and gains
The wise are poring over plans, over facts
and actions
Fools are boring everyone with begging
commotion, haunting concoctions
So there’ll be pains in the rains
gains in the rains
with chains of stories for rich and poor
The rains are pouring again
Will it be? Will it be?
Ask no question! Ask no question
without action!
The sage has spoken before
Rains of glory, rains of glory:
You pour for all, fall for all
Who will rise will rise
You come for all, cease for all
Who will seize will seize
Rains of glory, rains of glory
I rise for benefits to work the pains -
work, work and work
I seize the moment as my raiment -
work, work and work
I’ll work the rains to earn the glory
-
work, work and work
Hear ye the bards, heed thou the sage
Alas, the rains are pouring again!
Saturday, November 27, 2010
We Know Not
The mysteries of life
are the higher levels of knowledge
which outclass human permutations
benumbs human connotations
giving us shivers and sun
making living challenge and fun!
If we knew!
Must we know
Why should we be aware
Even in our non-knowing
we act, perform and play as gods:
Playing God!
If we knew…
If man were to know
if he knows his hollowness
and the mighty void he can’t fill
if he knows the holiness
that carries life on creation’s path
his faith will drive his fate
his say will be his way
Yes, he would save his world
as he saves himself
he would bless our world
as he keeps his word
The huge emptiness of boasts
as if he owns tomorrow
as if he made life
as if he be more than man
will fizzle fast
If we knew…
we be mere MORTAL!
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Why Bother?
Too many bridges unseen
Too many moaners around
Too many needy to give
When we look around
not seeing
we smell luxury
in our food
Too many chores to grind
Too many mortars unfound
Too many instruments to play
Too much energy unsecured
As light goes, sweat comes
or noise comes, noisy time
which takes our senses apart
Hmm…
If you listen they speak
When you speak, if you speak
only you listen to self
Yes, too many bridges unseen!
The REWARD
even as I gear my ears
or I will switch off
Don’t ask me to follow
though I like to tow
or I will turn off
My joy is not for toy
nor my reward by wads
I ride a conscience train
Why ask me to train
and give me the drain
or am I the pawn
Why ask them the route
then give me the drill
am I the chess
Listen to the droppings again:
where will the dawn lead
Come to the village again:
who is your arrow-head
The cash? Or the pipe
The hunch? Or the hunt
As you go, dear driller
the reward be clear, and revered
Tell it, trail it
As you wine, dear driller
chew on it, dream of it
For those who went before
have marked the narrow path
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
It's The System, Stupid
broken units
and it suits
Broken system
built units
and it sues
The system fails all
upon its turns:
we, at the manholes
you, gouging on loopholes
In time man mans the holes
we're safe at home
In the end loop bares the loot
you're safely hung
Yes, the system
Saturday, October 02, 2010
My Special Apologies!
Followers of this site may recall my passion and commitment when all was well. So, for me to be off - sort of AWOL - all these months is the most painful and depressing blow my country has dealt me thus far. Recall, dear friends, that we've had hitches and glitches before: Internet Access wahala. And the usual apologies followed. However, this time, it became very clear that there was a plot to "under-DIGITALize" the nation! The official national carrier, NITEL, had been "cornered" along with SAT-3, the submarine cable. As my preferred ISP and Nigeria's Internet backbone, we have been virtually crippled in the last 20+ months! I got very angry and decided to await the Glo-1 and Main One submarine cables being deployed by some great patriots Mike Adenuga (I told you before) and Fola Adeola (founder of GTB Bank) + Ms Opeke (a Telecoms Amazon). I will revisit this subject sometime soon.
If it cost these firms less than US$1.5bn to land their cables in West Africa, we could have wired up the Whole of Africa with US$5bn a few years back. Yet, Nigeria paid over US$15bn to exit her so-called "external debt", to the London and Paris Clubs of Creditors!! Algeria, Angola, Egypt, Libya, Nigeria & South Africa should have paid US$5bn to put their continent on a 21st Century Internet pedestal, under the proud auspices of the African Union. It would have been easier, cheaper and faster. Thank God for our conscientious compatriots and their likes around Africa, and within the African Diaspora.
Returning to my blogs, and remaining online, was my only condition for re-subscribing to any ISP. I have used most of what was on offer, and, along with other nationals, the story has been sad. So sad. Since you are reading this, it means I'm fairly confident I now have a good deal. Well, I hope!
My apologies to you all. If you had any lashes for my back for going AWOL, spare them: I've groaned under the harshest possible punishment: not being able to "speak" with you, "share" with you, in this privileged and enthralling zone of our Online Commons!!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
What Shall We Tell Them?
and we live the facts
But the picture ain't right image
and the acts deny the facts
When our neighbours frown
what shall we tell them
The figures are the figures
and we know the facts
But the figures ain't translating
and the nation is stagnating
When our children cry
what shall we tell them
The speeches are the speeches
and we know the facts
But the speeches ain't conveying
and the nation is decaying
When our parents bleed
what shall we tell them
The experts are the experts
and we have the best
But the experts serve another
and the nation seems asunder
When investors cringe
what shall we tell them
The clerics are the preachers
and we know the facts
But religion turns pavilion
as vices hit contagion
When ancestors call
what shall we tell them
The braindrain is economic
and we know the facts
But the drain can be sweetgain
once leaders stop their looting
When the UN screams
what shall we tell them
The new world is the New World -
knowledge, culture, nature
And every bit we have lots
begging honest action
When tomorrow does call
let the nation stand tall
For, once we earn the victory
we have lots to tell them!
Count Your Silence
but we must pause
or be paused...
both by a cause, for a cause
and the pulse of our source
The course of life
is thus rife for strife
Then silence...
the elders' sentence
is balm
Hmm. Elders!
Deal and Dealt
dealt a hand
Strived for orange
were served lemon?
Ha ha ha!
Strife not, oh striver...
Lemonade it
and serve with glee
Ha ha ha!
Dealt a hand
deal a hand
Jubilee Knocks!
As I write, there is optimism in the air and in my own heart. If we cannot speak for the past, we can certainly play a worthy part in the plans for the future. These are indeed challenging times, exciting times, momentous times.
Your humble blogger shall do his bit. May God's Plan for country and citizen be fulfilled in Jesus' Name. Amen.
God bless NIGERIA!
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Identity Song
Because we dey, I fit dream
Because we choose, I fit deck
If I look and see sey una
tanda well well
my sister, I go do yanga
If I look and see sey una
dey kampe
my broda, I go dance samba
I am....because...WE are!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
By Not Voice
far beyond the fast
Look into her eyes
deep beyond the gaze
See what you see
note what you note
Never dampen her date
never trample her fate
Walk into her night
far beyond the clock
Walk into her rain
deep beyond her drench
Heal what you drill
drain that terrain
Making merry her day
Not by word
Not by wand
Not in straits
Simply win by deeds
and noble creed
Sing into her soul
deep beyond her ears
Sign unto her needs
far beyond her feeds
Give more than take
stake, shake and bake
Many ovens abound
bake, bake, bake
Win by day
Win each day
Day by day...
simply win by deeds
and da noble creed
Blast the past
Bless da fast
Seal the deal
to heal all deeds
Fill da deal
to give real feel
Jointly win her will
and da noble creed
Alight
but leave your greed below
Come here and try
Come here to fly
It is my moment and might
Pray climb
Come down to the ocean of merry
but leave your greed on shore
Come here and trawl
Come not to crawl
It is my measure and mine
Pray swim
Come home to my country of merry
but keep ya worry abroad
Come here and crave
Come cool to brave
It is my consent by conscience
Pray sow
Come now to my meaning of merry
But keep ya meanness away
Come here to know
Come sow and own
It is my season and sealing
Pray reap...and
Pray stay
Friday, December 14, 2007
Bard in Cyberland
though never lost
His era in full, not elders' error
Selling-in-telling
timing-in-chimes
Modern lines in cybertimes
Hear, hear, hear
His day be here, alas!
Ancient tips by cyberbards
whether smooth or prickly hot
be songs of the times:
Bare, bright
Simple, smart
Bear, bear, bear!
Cyberlinks and megaways
will hold lost souls
Cyberlocks in bardy-words
must save lost ways
At once blowing open mighty myths
and mirths
At once blasting open mystery verses
and poems
At last slamming shut many codes
and odes
Not slinging, not slaying freedom ways
or beasts
Hear, hear, hear!
Cybermatics as culture buffs
and addicts
Cybermedia as nature buffs
and critics
Cybermania as future buffs
and medics...
squaring frontiers of language and lines
of signs and signals
from probes to proverbs
to songs and summons:
Da poet is home
Bear, tear, hear!
Minds and Might
grand balls, show festivals
and the culture of restraints
power our locomotives apart
This way for maxis
That lane for minis
Let the traveller rejoice
Bring me the deeply strength
in the seas of open weakness
Holla
Serve me the open soft
from the hills of hidden steeliness
Bravo
Get grand in subtle lights
and flow in gentle shadows
Let the artiste rejoice
Homes of grandeur, meals of splendour
The kids may roam and groan
Trains of treasure, trips to measure
The trick is own-and-learn
Think ye global, act true local
Wide be not all, small be not lost
Content, consent, contentment
Let the buyer rejoice
Strength in value, wealth and valour
Minds must rise anew
Tents of riches, treats in deserts
Might must mellow anew
The beauty of locks in rocks
is as beauty of peace in seas
Holla
Let da measure be choice
Missed Naps
as in aircraft
be alert
or
your last
Missing the naps
make thee the snaps
Mounting snaps
earn the raps
Come votes
or coups
you end in wraps
or
crap
Mess with naps, Dear Hubris
and
sleep in da bliss
of
misfits!
Friday, November 09, 2007
By The Way...
takes its toll
Tangling with you
tells its tales
Whether in biz
or bliss
Whether of buzz
or blitz
There is a twirl
and the twang
There be a swirl
in our swing
Yes...here, there
and bare
As time tills
and stills...