******THE ENEMY AROUND******
Your BOOM !!! Keeps sounding aloud,
And it pains majestically walk around.
Offering our people as sacrificial lambs,
There your joy is announced.
Are those innocent bloods
Shed to appease you gods?
You ought to have receive some hugs,
In satisfaction of the already taken litres and jugs.
Your hiding under religious umbrella stinks,
In fact, the re occurrence of the word "Peace"
In stanzas of islamic chants
Gives it its aesthetic rhythmic patterns
We are Nigerians,
Our Unity Stands.
******THE END ******
Tunde Abdulsalam
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
I PROPOSE | Tunde Abdulsalam
***** I PROPOSE*****
I propose to you a purpose
Fulfilling this purpose, I suppose.
This care in my heart I disclose
All the posts of my life you're imposed.
Your beauty glows
Like the breaking of a festive day
And it presence pile up my joy in abundance
Like its yam harvest in may.
Your image becomes new in my imagination after every eye blink
Like the tick of a clock that has no limitations
Your smile makes me free
Like the breeze of a sea
That can never be locked by a key.
The honey in my life you produce, my bee
I wish life and it contents is just "WE"
Written by: Tunde Abdulsalam
I propose to you a purpose
Fulfilling this purpose, I suppose.
This care in my heart I disclose
All the posts of my life you're imposed.
Your beauty glows
Like the breaking of a festive day
And it presence pile up my joy in abundance
Like its yam harvest in may.
Your image becomes new in my imagination after every eye blink
Like the tick of a clock that has no limitations
Your smile makes me free
Like the breeze of a sea
That can never be locked by a key.
The honey in my life you produce, my bee
I wish life and it contents is just "WE"
Written by: Tunde Abdulsalam
*******OUR HOME****
*******OUR HOME****
Our home is our zone,
Our own, the flesh that covers our bone.
An identity that can never be cloned,
Even as sorrow echo in it tone.
Come! Come get me out of this hell,
Pleads our pearl in the well.
Help ! Help me back to my throne,
In pains it continue to groan.
Agony is the rhythm in the voice of our lost pearl,
Our dear lost jewel.
Our joy and happiness is in the cell,
Please ! Believe me, I swear.
Our home is a shell to our soul,
The "Capua" of our Rome
Our home is our zone,
Our own, the flesh that covers our bone.
An identity that can never be cloned,
Even as sorrow echo in it tone.
Come! Come get me out of this hell,
Pleads our pearl in the well.
Help ! Help me back to my throne,
In pains it continue to groan.
Agony is the rhythm in the voice of our lost pearl,
Our dear lost jewel.
Our joy and happiness is in the cell,
Please ! Believe me, I swear.
Our home is a shell to our soul,
The "Capua" of our Rome
LIFE
********LIFE********
Life is like a comic satire,
That is costumed in tragic attire.
Its static posture,
Reveals its dynamic nature.
Life is a teacher,
That lectures like a preacher.
Life is a Soldier,
That forces man to embrace his good bad fate.
Life is a fairy tail ,
That is woven in style of women's braids.
Life is a landlord to nature,
And a Godfather to its creatures.
Life is a mansion,
Constructed of bricks of conventions
Life flows calmly like an ocean,
Yet, strings bitterly like a python.
Life stages man's path,
Till death do them part.
Life has a complex plot.
Its introductory scene opens with birth,
And the goodbye scene is death.
******THE END*****
ABDULSALAM JAMIU B.
Life is like a comic satire,
That is costumed in tragic attire.
Its static posture,
Reveals its dynamic nature.
Life is a teacher,
That lectures like a preacher.
Life is a Soldier,
That forces man to embrace his good bad fate.
Life is a fairy tail ,
That is woven in style of women's braids.
Life is a landlord to nature,
And a Godfather to its creatures.
Life is a mansion,
Constructed of bricks of conventions
Life flows calmly like an ocean,
Yet, strings bitterly like a python.
Life stages man's path,
Till death do them part.
Life has a complex plot.
Its introductory scene opens with birth,
And the goodbye scene is death.
******THE END*****
ABDULSALAM JAMIU B.
****PSYCHOLOGICAL DISABILITY****
****PSYCHOLOGICAL DISABILITY****
Tick !! Tick !! As the clock sticks to its responsibility,
Tick !! Tick !! Its alarming sounds stuck my heart.
What's on the minds of this pharaohs of our Egypt?
That keeps them comfortable with this wrath.
In an "Eden" where people's face wear insecurity,
Their merriment seems always intact.
Knowing fully well that it leads to destructive path,
For our joyful sorrow hearts.
This "spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions"
Is arrowed so they can face the fact.
Their minds play a significant part,
In our journey to our "imaginary world of Arts".
My philosophy: their psychological disability,
Is the genesis of our economic instability.
***********THE END*******
ABDULSALAM JAMIU B.
Tick !! Tick !! As the clock sticks to its responsibility,
Tick !! Tick !! Its alarming sounds stuck my heart.
What's on the minds of this pharaohs of our Egypt?
That keeps them comfortable with this wrath.
In an "Eden" where people's face wear insecurity,
Their merriment seems always intact.
Knowing fully well that it leads to destructive path,
For our joyful sorrow hearts.
This "spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions"
Is arrowed so they can face the fact.
Their minds play a significant part,
In our journey to our "imaginary world of Arts".
My philosophy: their psychological disability,
Is the genesis of our economic instability.
***********THE END*******
ABDULSALAM JAMIU B.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
BANKRUPT BILLIONAIRE | Tunde Abdulsalam
***BANKRUPT BILLIONAIRE***
A bee that produces almost 3 million barrels of honey daily,
Still unable to cater for its people.
Written by: TUNDE ABDULSALAM (poet)
A bee that produces almost 3 million barrels of honey daily,
Still unable to cater for its people.
As her calculated errors tangle,
Poverty is charmed around her wrist like bangle.
An "Ibadan". "Running splash of rust and gold"
Now run splash of rust metals only
Though, her medium of income remains multiple,
But her people and hardship still mingle.
Her celebration of lost lives yearly,
States her vision and mission clearly.
unconsciously,
Her level of sorrow increases fearfully.
Yet !! Her bangle of wealth sticks around her ankle.
But, her economy enjoys the struggle.
***THE END***
Poverty is charmed around her wrist like bangle.
An "Ibadan". "Running splash of rust and gold"
Now run splash of rust metals only
Though, her medium of income remains multiple,
But her people and hardship still mingle.
Her celebration of lost lives yearly,
States her vision and mission clearly.
unconsciously,
Her level of sorrow increases fearfully.
Yet !! Her bangle of wealth sticks around her ankle.
But, her economy enjoys the struggle.
***THE END***
Written by: TUNDE ABDULSALAM (poet)
NATIONAL TREATURE BY TUNDE ABDULSALAM
********NATIONAL TREATURE******
I picture a treasure,
That is not properly nurtured.
The privileged celebrates their leisure,
As it guarantees an insecure future.
An endowed country of natural properties,
Enjoys celebrating its people in abject poverty.
Do you think withdrawing your disciple's liberty
Will enhance your monarchy?
This treasure that you do not nurture,
Keeps a smiling face at your failure.
Though, it real features
Are yet to be captured
Your inability to nurture is insanity,
That might dine with you till eternity
*********THE END******
TUNDE ABDULSALAM
That is not properly nurtured
The privileged celebrates their leisure,
As it guarantees an insecure future.
An endowed country of natural properties,
Enjoys celebrating its people in abject poverty.
Do you think withdrawing your disciple's liberty
Will enhance your monarchy?
This treasure that you do not nurture,
Keeps a smiling face at your failure.
Though, it real features
Are yet to be captured
Your inability to nurture is insanity,
That might dine with you till eternity
*********THE END******
ABDULSALAM JAMIU B
I picture a treasure,
That is not properly nurtured.
The privileged celebrates their leisure,
As it guarantees an insecure future.
An endowed country of natural properties,
Enjoys celebrating its people in abject poverty.
Do you think withdrawing your disciple's liberty
Will enhance your monarchy?
This treasure that you do not nurture,
Keeps a smiling face at your failure.
Though, it real features
Are yet to be captured
Your inability to nurture is insanity,
That might dine with you till eternity
*********THE END******
TUNDE ABDULSALAM
That is not properly nurtured
The privileged celebrates their leisure,
As it guarantees an insecure future.
An endowed country of natural properties,
Enjoys celebrating its people in abject poverty.
Do you think withdrawing your disciple's liberty
Will enhance your monarchy?
This treasure that you do not nurture,
Keeps a smiling face at your failure.
Though, it real features
Are yet to be captured
Your inability to nurture is insanity,
That might dine with you till eternity
*********THE END******
ABDULSALAM JAMIU B
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