POETIC MIND

Rummy where all my friends are playing

You can't miss this game

Why they are playing rummy

ALL MUCH OF A MUCHNESS

Why would the wind be blown to West?
If rain refuse to fall on the planted grain of a brown-ian sand
Whose names were buried a long time ago.
The pride held in ancestry shrines are exhibition in degrading glass of western museum.

When they were chased with Opal,
With brilliant Sapphires and glowing Emeralds,
Ignorance and trepidation
eat deep to the depth of their garnished heart.
In giant cities and towering villages are
Mined wastelands of painted tongue,
and servitude nailed the conscience of freemen
With dependency syndrome in collective survival.
Of what importance is jewel to pigs?

Time was sued to court
For terrorizing the territory of the poor,
Of mass that are crippled with hope of titanic success,
For picking the pocket of poverty, cold-bloodedness and breakable bones,
for dressing opportunity in tainted garment.
With a cupful of crude in it's hand,
Fair in trial, a teaspoon per head,
the argument was clear;
Nothing but clear of the charges against it.

~Lasisi Victor Oluwadamilare.

SONNET: GRAVEYARD

This world,
None would leave alive;
Alive in itself alive without dead -
Who have been alive a long time ago?
Dug deep is thy deepest dust.
An empty wine-skinned-hand beside a grave
One for the man who held grip-tight
the world,
Another for the one
Who finds solace in feeding flower to the non-living.
Alive in himself, alive without dead;
One who have been deadly alive
a long time ago.

05.06.23.
~Lasisi Victor Oluwadamilare

DARKER THAN BLACK

The simile of your smile
Shrouded your shoulders in decline
When he offered a flower
From his bountiful garden of love;
But you nodded in pretence.

The brighter the smile,
The more thicker the shadows -
For nostalgia of your pain grip tight
From broken bones and sharpen' words-
And dark hour behold dark thoughts.

What if the question
Was born without an answer?
But an untamed weaver of fate
Became the spokesman to the Oracle
That knitted your ugly ways.

You stole the shine of today's sun
To throw glitters into to tomorrow's face;
But beholding a scarry skin
Opened your mind to a world of war -
For evil was a toxin unleashed in your veins.

A leg has been dug out
From the co**se of your buried deeds,
Under the belly of a rusty Queendom -
For they are darker than blackness
And the beauty of their nature cease to exist.

22.05.23
Lasisi Victor Oluwadamilare.

SONNET OF HURT

You were always in my heart
Distance couldn't set us apart;
But you drifted off as if it never existed.
It's always hurting and hunting me.
Remember you touched my
soul with your black naked fingers-
They left deep scars in my veins.
I hope you will one day realize:
How much all these means,
How much you've costed someone,
How bad you hurt someone,
How someone forgave you with tears-
Without you even knowing...
So far away, I hope you would recollect.

_Lasisi Victor Oluwadamilare_

EARTHENERS

When the earth was flat,
We had proves it was laid like mat;
To the seas and ocean banks,
We await the waterfall and flanked on ranks.
For the ubiquitous moon descends upon it,
After it accompany each man walking on the street.

When the earth became round,
We heard tales of circles and spheres
That what goes around would come around
And we sailed on thoughts of flares
Whose ship we have been on
Since this new truth became a decision.

Now the earth is triangle,
Three people sees from different angle(s)
And a thousand year stories became a myth
Who is right turned to a might.
What this earth could be is a pause;
Who knows if it is like a box?

12.04.23
© Lasisi Victor Oluwadamilare

_Stanza 1, 2 and 3 contains a conversation that took place between two unbirthed children when they were in the womb of their mother._
_Stanza 4, 5, and 6 are about their contemplations during their stay in life after birth._
_Stanza 7, 8 and 9 occurs during their old age when they are about to die._

DOUBT

Dost thou believe in birth?
Or what art thine thoughts -
If thou leaveth thine taut
If thou hast been conceived.

Methinks of light;
When thou leaveth thine mother's womb
And use thine mouth to speak,
They shall name thee.

Fair brother, thou knoweth?
If thou leaveth this darkness
Thou shalt die of light
Or been it known to thee?
That thine cord giveth life.

Dost thou believe in life?
Or what art thine words
If thou leaveth thine hive
If thou toil on the crust?

Anon! Fair brother;
When thou leave thine mother's home-
And live with the flesh of thine own,
And there, thee shall find love.

Inkhorn term! Thou knoweth?
If thou leaveth thine place of solitude
And live in thine place of abodement
Or thou goeth into life
Thou shalt be swallowed.

Dost thou believe in death?
Or what hath thine mind
If thou bequeath this earth
If thou hast been deceased.

Methinks of light
When thou leaveth these pains
Thou art a man
Who will welcome thee to gains.

Alas! T'would be folly;
If thou leaveth this beauty,
Thou shalt see emptiness-
Or been it known to thee?
That thou't be'eth nothing after life?

26.03.23.
© Lasisi Victor Oluwadamilare