The Red Drum - Poems by Dela Bobobee
- By Dela Bobobee
- Published October 29, 2007
- Poems
- Unrated
Dela Bobobee
Dela Bobobee was born in Aveyime-Battor, in the Volta Region of Ghana. He was educated in Ghana and Nigeria. He holds a B.A (Hon's) degree in English, and a Masters of International Law and Diplomacy (MILD) degree, both from the University of Lagos. He is a published playwright, poet, short-story writer, and also an actor who had most of his literary works published on the internet and in the "SHUTTLE", a campus literary journal while still in the University of Lagos. He has won several prizes and awards for his literary works. Dela Bobobee is regarded in most circles as an environmentalist poet as most of his thematic preoccupations are on environmental degradation, and very vehement in calling on the industrialized nations to ratify and implement the Kyoto Accord. He plays the guitar, piano and tenor sax. He sees multilingualism as a very great asset, be it African or foreign languages. He is also very enthusiastic in learning foreign languages such as French, Spanish and German languages. Dela Bobobee is also into professional video production, directing, scriptwriting, and video editing. His video production is mostly directed towards wildlife preservation, animal docummentary, and very passionate about the preservation and promotion of the rich African cultural diversity. He is currently working hard to produce his first feature film about the "Trokosi" vestal virgins syndrome in Ghana.
The Red Drum
The red drum beats
when every other drum stops beating
every soul dance to the rhythm of life
from the pulsating ethos of the red drum
the red drum not only beats
when you listen, the red drum is talking
every stony heart has a sheath for a knife
from a gush on the tempo of the red drum
the red drum by nature is sexy
when your heart flutter and in frenzy
every stolen glance from your heartthrob
from the blushes irrigated by the red drum
the red drum is jealous and vindictive
when retrospect’s stab is aggressive
every soft spot, love and pardon flee
from dirges the red drum goes on spree
the red drum you should know is the heart
when in our short lives destiny plays its part
every promise given not to stray our drumsticks
from where we are identified as God’s handpicks
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
Id’s Ahoy!
once again this call I must obey
the unwillingness of the far away
albeit the huddles of the GRE
every fibre and fickle agree
to seek and drink the Pherian spring
saturated ethos laurels home to bring
insatiable vortex of oscillation, abate!
for once belch a hushed sigh!
you leave me with no choice
no hunches, values to abdicate
while the prime flag soars high
hearken I must to id’s voice
overseas and from coast to coast
to seek the mooring I crave most
now tell me, will the sky be blue?
and the stars be the clue?
to grope, trudge to the green fields
when alas my heart yields
alas! No ethos, values to exalt
drenched on the alter of exhaust
why does the bud wither the dew?
and the silhouettes dance the same hue?
can propitiation absolve the deeds?
as the pack return from the feeds
yes, this hunt is premeditated
and the abnegations related
with much zeal and abjure dint
to trudge a golden red print
in the sands of posterity
in the hearts of progenity
Ahoy! Ahoy! Ahoy!
Assuage! Assuage! Assuage!
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
Time Traveller
I am the great time traveller
who oscillate through time at will
in my hands is the propeller
that rotates the ageless wheel
yesterday is my past
today is my present
which is moving fast
without your consent
tomorrow is my future
there is fluidity in diversity
agelessness with nature
thrives in the heart of humanity
there is order in the void you dread
and life in the great beyond you fear
I traverse mazes you all fear to tread
a time traveller’s invincibility is clear
I speak with a new prophetic voice
In my grasp is the key to infinity
In your own hands lies the choice
I have the secrets of sane humanity
your good evil days of revelry is boom
your avarices poison the air you breathe
your ruthlessness will seal your doom
your remorselessness speed your death
forsake your evil ways and seek
what is hidden from the wise
trample not the lowly and meek
cleanse greed from moral vice
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
Woman and Sword
An olive branch she thrusts
through my heart pierced
but a new mistress I’ve found
in the sword of destiny
though the grave yawns
now or never all vanity
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
The Grime Legacy
Deep echoes of my heart a prayer
raw wounds dripping, bleeding
gradual depletion of the ozone layer
my heart weeping, pleading
deforestation laying waste, bare
thick rain forest dwindling fast
humans, no one seems to care
but forget you can’t your past
nuclear missiles for mass annihilation
mushrooms of death piling, spreading
gradual lost of same premonition
time bombs crawling, loading
not one deadly packed arsenal
threatens the earth a lifeless burnt cinder
men, all dead instinct for survival
awake! Please check now this blunder
the indifference, sordid grime legacy
bequeathed by predecessors of supremacy
maybe, all silhouettes of my mind
lost in mazes so deep I can’t find
but yet to manifest in its due seasons
Oh! Man, have you lost your reasons?
why poison the very air you breathe
and then let greed epithet your death?
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
