Shall I tell?
I look into the eye
Of the baby called today
I speak of a lost generation
Waiting to be revived
I speak of raw stones
Waiting to be polished
I speak of time
Waiting to be captured
I speak of a future
Being mortgaged today
I speak of hollow homes
Fractured by the life’s demands
I speak of children
Left to their own devices
I speak of legacies
Being buried with the dead
I speak of tears
Becoming the norm
I speak of an unplanned future
Of a future I fear
If there are no sutures
Of love and care
Holding the present and past
Till at last we reach
The town of hope
© 2009 Derin Onokpasa
INSULATED (THE RE-MAKING OF JOHN GOODMAN)
Why ’twas only
’twas only yesterday
I saw John Goodman lonely
Like a solitary needle in hay
Surrounded by manly
Yet in the midst of none
"What ails thee my friend". "plenty"
" I’ll thank you, kind sir to lend me your gun"
I sat with him to hear a tale
That brought tears to his eyes
"O human nature, how frail"
he had loved a woman of ice
Who had made a plaything out of a kind man
Who finally summoned courage to ask
But, nay, he’d always be her "dear man"
In a confusing answer that took him to task
Why ’twas only this morn
’twas this cheerless morning I’m sure
I heard a haughty John Goodman say
As he a good woman scorned
The light in his eyes was long gone
Replaced by the gloomy darkness of rage
It’s over woman, begone
Your tears move me none,
Love, Bah, its for fools
And my wise heart has been schooled.
©2008 Dotun Adejuyigbe
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Just before you came
I knew I was me
my thoughts trailing
through the tides of time
When you came
my thinking stopped
I started sailing
rapidly like a boat
I found all of me in you
believing still it’s me
did you choose me or
pray! did I find you?
can’t tell which way now
I see me deep down in you
© Folasade Bello
PLAYAHATIN’ (The story of Mr. Nice)
Sometimes the babes ignore him
‘cos he’s so frighteningly cute
Dependable and honest
All those proper sounding "virtues"
They seek one after another
Their chance with the players
Who look what they are not
And what they may yet not be
Who break their hearts
"To hell babe, your tenure’s expired
Watch their mouth form O
A necessary precursor to the deluge of tears that follow
But hey whad’ya know, Mr. Nice consoles them;
‘cos no matter what he’s always there
And when its time to settle down
When suddenly like a slowly appearing
And suddenly obvious daylight
They find he’s the one
He’s gone like a wisp of smoke
Alas he’s become hardened
Another like him got a lucky break
It hurts so when they come back
In tears with their sorry tales
To good men who have always been there.
©2008 Dotun Adejuyigbe
Till I believe
It won’t be real
Till I believe
It won’t hurt me
Till my heart comes to accept
That the voices out there
Are really the voices I need to hear
That the echoes or resonance of other’s thoughts
Echoes what should really be
Till my heart stops standing
Till my inner voice chooses silence
Over that which I know to be true
It won’t really be
Till I believe
© 2009 Derin Onokpasa
Mama’s Wisdom
How lovely and pretty I’ll look;
if only this dress I had!
"Not so lovely and pretty my dear-
For all that glitters isn’t gold!"
…And that’s what my mama said.
So alluring and beckoning that is;
the callings of that ice cream van!
"Yes,very enticing I’ll say-
but much of creamy simply is fatty!"
…For that’s what my mama said.
Quite young and wrong I was;
to give my heart all out!
"So stale and bitter it always is-
a love gone cold and sour!"
Oh!Mama, how always right you were!!!
…And that, now, I’ll always know.
© Folashade Bello
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