MY SON by Oki Kehinde Julius

My hair is already getting married to grey,
Subsequent days,we shall observe our wedding in the grave.
My ears will no longer listen to the tales of complain,
That You’ll narrate,when fear echo your heart with pain.

Responsibility of old age,had been burdened on my shoulder,
Walking step by step with three legs will soon be over.
Perpetual illness days;that swipe away dotches are now numbered,
As ages clock tango its hands in maneuver.

My eyes are now chronically blind,
To see the treasure ambition had crave for me in life.
My feet are anxiously ready to thread on the path,
That leads to heaven where death angel will be the driver.

Carnally we shall disown one another,
Only my legacy I’ve left;to continually linger in your heart.
This ball that rolls in my court is staring at me to strike,
I’ve left it for you to score,for I’m already in my injury time.

I’ve willed you all my huge acres of land,
I beseech you to borrow me just six feet without bland.
Down deep I shall embark on a journey that has no return,
Where eternity will hold me captive,till I’ll be unable to run.

I could perceive from my weak nostril,the aroma of death,
The day,it shall finally elope me like a concubine,I can not tell.
Its warmth sting my marrow like a cold breeze,
That travels like a felt air,that are unseen.

Do not shed tears if I die,
You may only cry to bid me good bye.
Stain not my bed with the water that emits from your wailing,
You may only wet my vain body,when your eyeball is rainy.

Engrave this words of mine,into the platters of your heart,
Where disobedience and greediness wont scrub it away.
Write them with confide ink of obedience on the pages of your life,
Meditate on the lesson it taught you,night and day.

Protect my name I’ve left behind for you,
Do not join them to plant the root they called evil.
Your inherited treasure is enough to sentence your desire into the
prison of fulfillment.
Do not run at the same time,with your leg and head after women.

This epistle is not spewed to poison your heart,
It’s just a quick notice to inform you that,I’ll soon bid farewell to
this earth.
You’re henceforth,my ambassador on this third planet,
Do not damage the good image of the name,I’ve protected for years.

If reincarnation is as sure as the sun of the day
Then,one day I shall come back,to join your lineage.
Until then before the life divorce the soul,
Let me quickly tell you to start digging my hole.


PIN’s Nigerian Students Poetry Prize…

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Source: Nigerian Students Poetry Prize

ever met a lady so strong and bold
who emerge from the fire shining like gold
with her conscience and integrity not sold
and sincerity of her virtue warm, not cold
she can be likened to river amazon
always flowing through all season
taking its meanders for a reason
and in the evening sun, looking brazen
she can be likened to a palm tree
standing so tall for all to see
from its seeds, palm oil for free
and its wine for drinking spree
oh! a source of blessing she is
a lady who neatly kept her integrity
and serve as a good reference for posterity
of whom i boast confidently
ara-ile and ero-ona, kindly branch here
and stand hand in hand to patiently hear
her words of wisdom with your ears
to give you direction through your years
far beautiful than the legendary oluronbi
more brave than the mythical moremi
and as pure as the biblical virgin mary
a strong, bold and virtuous lady
© Micheal Oyeyemi Sui Generis

LOVEIATOR – by Samuel Amazing Ayoade Wordiator

There is something I want to tell you
Take your seat and grab a tool
This can’t be understood by fools
Like the shadows of angels
Like shackles around the heart
Like fetters around the lungs
Your love holds me breathless
And I’m speechless
This love is dieless
You need to hear this:
I am a wordiator
You don’t need a translator
To interprete my worderations
You are the balm of moderation
That sweetens my operations
The flavour in my poemstrations
Adding colour to my translations
And a sweet savour
Did you know?
I am a poemstrator
Gladiator, loveiator and radiator
Let me pass you through my radiotherapy
I am an instructor,
Motivator, innovator, conductor and elevator
Let me take you to cloud nine
I am an importer
Exporter, reporter, transporter
Grass-cutter, helicopter
Even three-quarter
I am everything
Land in my spaceship
I’ll take you to America,
Antartica, Costa Rica and Jupiter
All for my love for you
#Poemstration 018
© Samuel Amazing Ayoade Wordiator

A Missing Heart – by Micheal Oyeyemi Sui Generis

Few moments we shared are left untouched
Vividly I remember them unstopped
Every night and day
Even across the bay
They make their incessant calls
Even in the face of a strong toll
Can’t believe I still stand for you
All through the morning dew
Under a frozen frost
Many thought I had gone to form a spore
But here I am, still in love with you.
© Michael Oyeyemi Sui Generis
Edited by: Samuel Amazing Ayoade Wordiator

Madnesity – by Ayoade Jesumbo John (Bros. J)

My lover, why?
Why lease yourself for wealth
And lose your dignity?
I mean your integrity
Isn’t that madnesity
And the highest grade of insanity?
Why? Why did you settle for less?
© Ayoade Jesumbo John (Bros. J)
Edited by: Samuel Amazing Ayoade Wordiator