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Ifedayo Oshin
http://ifedayooshin.purpledream.com |
Song For Mercy
04/02/05 |
Until the philosophy
That holds one up
And the other down
Is finally discredited
Until the ideology
That makes a man superior
And woman inferior
Is permanently abandoned
Until there is no
Second or third class woman
Or the girl-child below the boy
In any society
Until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all
Without regards to sex
Or paralysis of traditions
Until the ignoble and unwholesome
World systems and beliefs
That holds our sisters back
Have been toppled and utterly destroyed
Until the shape, figure
And voice of a woman
Is of no significance
Than the color of her teeth
There will never be light nor flight
Neither will there be breath, but death
There will always be strife and strike
And efforts but no results.
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Rise, Thrive And Survive
05/15/05 |
Why wait in the dark of the dawn
When the bright morning light beckon
Behold! To the sun a son is born
For the earth aglow with pride in the horizon
Rise! Drink of cistern of the morning
Now that the senile night is snoring
Here stands the one-sure victory for the living
For yet another day of creation you've seen
To be alive is to be invited
A guest in the dances of the selected
After a warfare that claimed the dead
Only the victors today arise from their bed
Strive! Then like battle-fighters
Gathering in from the fields the plunders
Of the toiling sowing of a sower
So rise! Strive! And thrive! A winner.
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Alter Drama
05/30/05 |
Narrowly down the aisle
Right in from the ancient doors
Elegantly, ceremoniously they walked through
In the nuptial knot attires
In our Saviour's mansion
Laid central securedly held
With ornamented holds of the colonnades
Gloriously dignified terrestrial footstool
Down below over laid
Imposing array of Persian art
Suspended high above
Morning sky ceiling
Now here they stood
Before the throne of grace
Fetishly in the nuptial ritual
I DO, chorused happily, TILL DEATH DO US PART.
Last act, final scene
Soliloquized, the masqueraded monk
LET HIM or HER SAY NOW OR NEVER
Solemnly rent the joyous arena
Still as the lay of the night
To the audibility of eloquent silence
Echoed the mischievous a silence mediator
I! I! I HAVE A REASON!
Flashbacked faded deeds of dark yesterdays
Unveiled the unkempt frame
Deep beyond the grave
A sure hope dashed against the wall
YOU AGAIN!
Down sprawled the bride bading final Farewell in coma
The groom stood, lost in a lunatic posture
Altered drama on the Altar.
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Complementary
06/10/05 |
Down the aisle, they sauntered
The lame groom and blind bride
The groom their sight, the bride the flight
Inside the rehab home, they applauded the generous comedian
The one left-handed and his one right-handed mate
His right became his left, and his left for his right.
The aisle or the rehab home
To make the life's journey
You shall give and you shall take
My strength for your weakness
And yours for mine
When failure and success are never final and certain.
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Not A Suicide Note
06/24/05 |
This is not a suicide note
yet not melancholic fate
I do not die
even so I look and lie
check my pulse
for I live in this verse
and in many more you shall find
scribbled of my fingers, bind
by the want of inspiration
all night, I stayed action
for love of poetry
I made time grew weary
and for the sake of rhyme
I denied the due of time
so if I do not rise by morn
please care not, not mourn
and if perchance you find this piece
please, I plead, hold your peace
for surely as lives this verse
I live large, longer than the universe
Expression on the immortality of poet and creative works
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Eden In Abuja
07/08/05 |
I saw her
Gliding up the rock
From her shining dark abode
Her skin array of hues
Smoothly shinning under the sun shower
Illumining the rockview with her
Resplendent majesty and beauty
Soft yet strong
Coursing up in a slide
Holding on in style
She reached and coiled up on her throne
The peak of the mountain height
Wherein she played the royal guard
Doubling as a queen
No crown adorned her head
But it was regal
With her fork-tongue playing tantrums
Added up to her queenly regalia
So crystal, yet far but near
I saw her
In the wild and thick forest
Of mind and thoughts
Nature as it is in my imagination
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This Day
08/11/05 |
A day has just gone by
like a plane with speed of lightning
some made the best of it
many worst, still others, ought
whatever, forever, the day is far gone
not me, not you, could bring it back
but the day returns today
with basketful of missed opportunities
and blossom of fresh fruits
for the wise to pluck, fools to glare
another day looms like rainfall cloud
it'll be here but no sooner gone
not you not me could hold it back
a new day's here grab a minute, make it a millennium
say a kind a word, heal an aching heart
share your bread strengthen a wobbling feet
extend a hand uphold the downtrodden
for tomorrow is but unfound illusion
and yesterday exists only for the dead
for only you and me can make it a day
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The Lost Moment
08/29/05 |
When was it when there was no time?
When was it when a fraction of a second
Into oblivion dissolved
Yes, there was
That lost moment unaccounted
When our bodies in vibration quivered
When heartbeats ceased
Then the deep called for deep
As your body mine melted
Nature stood still
As the sun with Joshua
Time stole into time
Witnessing a show of passion unprecedented
Of two who
The cord of love purely struck.
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Voyage And Carriage
11/15/05 |
When flood of stream
On your path cross
It invites you form an encounter
In the eyes of the storm
Is the way to go
Count not the leading
For it is yet another voyage
A sail of discovery
For alas you'll come ashore
Are you lone in the desert?
Stay there and learn all that's
For it's your stepping stones experience
And it brings out the man inside
The flood is the path
The stream the carriage
They shall lead you home
Turbulent the sea may seem
Calmness is the sure end
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Wreckages
12/17/05 |
Just a shower
And the hard dry is gone
Giving way to lousy and noisy flood
Softening, smelting and swimming
Everything that dared its path
Just one late evening
When caution to the wind thrown
Passion and emotion the eyes of reason
Blown, blurred and blinded
A little touch, a foreplay and a foulplay
Just a moment of pleasure
When a man played host to madness
An empire came down in shambles
A man's life in shreds scattered
Laid dead on the weaker vessel.
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