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Stephen Oladele Solanke
Stephen Oladele Solanke was born in Lagos, Nigeria in 1967. He is a holder of the following degrees: a BA.Ed in English Language, an ME.d in Educational Management and an MA in English (Literature). He is currently pursuing his doctoral degree in English (Literature). A teacher, he has the following literary works: Poetic Analyses for Senior Secondary Schools 1998, Literature in English Guide for Junior Secondary Schools 1999, Anthology and Analyses of Poems for Senior Secondary Schools 2001, Literary Guide for Junior Secondary Schools 2004, 28 Poetic Voices 2005. A few of his poems like we are, the now, moo have been published in the works of The International Library of Poetry, America. In 1999, he won the Editor Choice Award for the poem moo which was published in The Woodland Echoes by the same body. He is also included in Jerry Agada's(ed) Five Hundred Nigerian Poets. 
By Stephen Oladele Solanke
Published on March 19, 2008
 
We are...the revolving door
the windmill
the splush of dripping blood
the jerking at the drop of life...

Moo - Poems by Stephen Oladele Solanke

   moo


  we were
     two stars
  that got burnt

  we were
     two meteors
  that fell, flaming

  we were
     two moons
  that mooed, cowishly

  we were
     just lovers
  and love, through

  the gallery
      on torpedo
  when not expected

       out
       flew




     on the tar

  Under the eaves
         of the tree
  I saw the
         stars of hell
         on the tar
         of the road
         in the afternoon glare

  Under the eaves
          the glamour of death
          flew past me
          on the beautiful
          black tarred road
          on a one way ticket
          to the world beyond

  Under the eaves
           the piping of horns
           blew from the chariots
           of four tyres
           running as if
           happy is the 
                road
  that sacrifice their blood
         would be for

  Under the eaves
         there is no
           caution      
  to him that would
           death
           invite



   Slits of Love

  Her eyes
  those eyes
  slits of love
  windows to another world
  avenue to becoming constantly loved
  can’t refuse
  see them always

  Her eyes
  those eyes
  attraction of love
  say a thousand unblinking
  catching them across the hall
  shivers down my spine
  nerves become a-tingling

  Her eyes
  those eyes
  trapping me, loved
  but perpetually l want to be
  seeing, lost and constantly enraptured
  in other worlds
  untouched and unaffected



    we are

  Our lives
  a laughter in the eye of a fish
  a spark within the world within

  we are
  a star spangled reaching for nothing
  a boxer slugging for all

  the hooting of the train
  in the dark
  the unseeing bat
  in the light

  a life
  we summon
  a soul
  we live

  the revolving door
  the windmill
  the splush of dripping blood
  the jerking at the drop of life

  All is in all
      is in all