Poetry Corner: The Sage’s Muses Vol 2.
(A Collection of Poems).
-Armed with his hammer and anvil,
He makes shape of the toughest metal,
Smashing and slamming atop the choiceless.
Bang! Bang! sings the agents of change.
-Armed with weapons of courage and determination,
like his bellows fans the searing flames.
Unmindful is he today of his sores and blisters,
All and more for now is a nought to worry.
A king is he in his realm of metal,
To pass judgement of what becomes his target.
Though soundless hails of curses upon him rains his victim,
To the monarch ‘The end justifies the MEANS’
A guard is he in this realm he chose,
To spike and catalyse the element in weakness,
Or slow and halt when strength overflows.
It’s all to make useful an element for mankind.
_Saliu yemi 2019_
Gee! Woe Unto He.
From a curvy rib we molded her,
In a curvy manner she did acted indeed.
Care not, when she act,
Turning heaven to earth.
Woe unto he, that haul over her coals
When she acts as cat’s paw
watch! see which way the cat jumps
Then peace shall govern.
Oh yee, put up with her beauties of differences,
For they sprouts like peacock feathers with dog flees.
Masticate the gum of serenity,
When the curvy way she act.
Paciolo Pen Saint.
And when you raise your unlined face
Above the leafy bamboo shrub
Tiny bracts fray the night wind
In song fraught with unbroken euphony
Humming along my uncivilised desire
Loyalty of ancient spears
Playing my brow strings the chords of Adungu
Harping obsessive fright, the touch of steel
Pounding round the leaps of my heart
The saintly beats of Mukasa’s drum
And before the swiftness of your lips
The wells are blushing, the rainbow’s saintly kiss
Macaw beak chirping, muscles flexing
Rain patters in suspenseful rigour
Clouds rumbling without a thunder
All falling to the mellow print of your feet
Whirring each sway of cassava stalk
Waiting every tickle of your enchanting lisp
The notes of your tongue waving inches deeper than nerves
And while you hold my hand
There’s a seizure in my cells
Suddened by subtle grasp
Your sleek touch laid upon canvas skin
Reclining like a tethered calf
Caught in the falls of ecstasy
dripping off its mother’s bosom
Like night’s rush into the moon’s embrace
Chained within your radiant stare
My helpless conscience tuned to senseless pace
And in your unblinking eyes
A piercing glint of sapphire
Lies below the unrestrained effluence
Of hopes and dreams
Of love sealed in coffee grain
Surfed along reigns of faith
At the jaded gates of fate
Your blithesome smile’s eternal dazzle
Living on in me through the Atlantic’s blinding storm.
– Umar Trife Wamboze
( Uganda )
PROBABILITY OF THE WORLD
If animals could be living life of anti-racism
If different breeds of animals could live without separatism
If flying birds could be flying in unison
If breeds of animals could center on viands without treason
If love could exist amidst animals
If animals could win medal of love despite their sense in minimals
If animals could tame themselves without being lame
If different breeds of animals could mingle as if they are same
Then wonder of ours; of cattiness, of odium
Is it till our pens turn rulers, or till its ink turn gum;
For us to be merged, for us to be well ruled?
For the probability animals, of their loving world, is in high tune.
©Hammed J. Sulaiman
I can see the end of the road
The highway to go through
Oh! Such a delight
Always such a sight
Very pleasing to the heart
So eager was the first step
No, on the fourth step,
Already a pothole!
Where did that come from?
Currently on the tenth step
And here stood a crater
But looking beyond
I can still see
The glossy mirage of the tar
Calling to me
Telling to walk through
Cause I still haven’t seen the sight
The beautiful shiny black sight
Endless in view
But always out of reach…
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