MY VISION Her eyes are twin swords cutting the dark cords off my waiting brilliant skies Her wings breach the dome of the mountain peak keeping me in whiter clouds Her flight within the storms riding on wild angles roars through thick galaxies Her...
FURIOUS FINS AND CURIOUS WINGS Fins as furious as the curious wings Tracked the waves as feathers trailed the woeful weathers Sorrowing seas celebrated sadness in the skies Showcasing the rapidity of their graphical demographics on heavy duty...
LIGHT DELIGHTS IN LAUGHTER The waves are like wars The smiles are for miles The flames are for furies Pure pen parades peace The son sings his songs A day decorates dreams Dawn dresses daughters Stars seek sighing sages Light delights in laughter As...
IT BEGINS LIKE A DROP OF WATER The cloud’s complex coughs Sadly compels the sun’s exit Like shadow bowing to light Borne by the weakest sparks It begins like a drop of water With no stream lines to utter It begins like the eyes far old...
THE RAINBOW IS A PENINSULA The skies renounced tourism The wings screeched to a perch The feathers clang to a sudden close Within their aerial tears, fears and wears The skies embraced terrorism The winds wet with burning acid Migrant feathers fired...
THE WIND HAS MULTIPLE WINGS The wind has multiple wings With which with ease it swings Like the organ’s bewitching tones It overturns the multilayered stones The wind has woken so late Like the drawings on the slate Whirlwind arises with...
THE SUNRAYS SCANNED THE MELODIOUS MOUNTAINS The sunrays scanned the melodious mountains Born for songs and recitations of heroine power The butterflies conveyed the espousal proposal Seething pots, teething ports and singing sports Like the Parish...
OUR COMMUNAL GRAINS The strange birds bomb-enumerated our headquarters with pitched creaking and popping sounds We felt the pangs of sharp migraines like the red embers hissing in cold water alliterating inequalities Our communal grains lodged down...
WILD MOUNTAINS IN MOTION Wild mountains in motion In their communal commotion The waves for selfish promotion Desecrate the virtue of locomotion The brawny evening frown Cultures the weak sky brown Like the vanity bound little town Caged by the...
THE DAY The day has opened her door For petals and sepals to prevail Even when the fields wake up dull For powers and purity they all travail The day has sung her hymn To bees’ and butterflies’ delight Even when their refrain they hum...
SILENCE Silence has lost his maternal light weight Soaring low in his paternal dead weight Upon the vanities of the elites it waits Like the black corpses for dark dates Sentenced to the muddy back pages Like the swine celebrating the miry ages The...
IN A PLAIN LANGUAGE Within the breached economic peak The regional peace and powers to speak As thunderclouds anchor at the aerial port For nature to embark on the deadliest of sport With peace hanging on the upper lip And peace roadmaps from our...
Adeola Ikuomola