Poetry

Our Communal Grains: Poems by Adeola Ikuomola

Image: Morten Myksvoll via Flickr

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 their drains
sound like drunken trains
to our tropicalised brains
noted for ruffled refrains

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LIGHT ONE

The sky in her peaceful disposition
Is like the bride with a full mane
Riding upon the bridal trains
To boost her bare beauty
Upon the call of duty
Celebrating purity
Like moonlight
Party night
Knight
Light
One

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DARK KNIGHTS BURIED AT NIGHT

The gruesome garments
The murderous madness
The woeful wrecks of war
The lingering lamentation

The mourning moonlights
The sorrowful soiled-stars
The sadness soaked suns
The communal confusions

The heart-breaking harvest
The mourners-tearful mats
The saddened sky-wardens
Light Knights buried at night

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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 flames of ire
To embrace the grasslands with a fire

TheĀ  new clock has struck one
Clicking the sharp rays well done
The timbers seep the flowing rivers
Like the heavily drunken truck drivers

To the purity of the purifying ink
From the heart of a pure poetic sink
We submit our pages to the penful rule
Even though subjected to the painful ruler

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THE BLOODY ADVERSARIES

The moon delivered her last beam
To the darkness-conquered dome
Upbraiding the bloody adversaries
In the thickest forests for anxieties

Peace processing wary weariness
Posted peaceful pallets on the sea
Like butterflies blinking on the ires
Blazing in the thunderstorm’s bills

The seas are open inconsistencies
Woe-nursing the sorrowing sailors
Transfering aggressiveness on toe
Cut out as a peace-resisting storm

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YOUTHFULNESS AS MOONLIGHT

Youthfulness is the scene
With the delicate greenery
Its delightsome sceneries
Nurse the pure greeneries

Youthfulness as live scent
Subjected to faithful sense
Pursues the right Scripture
The sweet smelling savour

Youthfulness as moonlight
Translates our night to day
Like the Blood of the Lamb
Cleansing the vilest sinners

Youthfulness is as the dew
On the pew of the new days
Moulding the sunny blocks
To winning lost living souls

Youthfulness is a rare rock
The kit for lions and eagles
The beautiful beams for life
Bearing the banners of love

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THE WIND, THE SUN AND THE RAIN

The wind has the mandate to blow
Upon the swiftest oceans that flow
With the highest seawaves bowing
The wind maintains trump blowing

The sun reigns in her silvery sheen
To celebrate a beauty-borne scene
With her sharp effulgences as seen
The paradise so detached from sin

When the subtle rain keeps us cold
With our heritage in her frozen hold
Our healthcare wails out of her fold
Like the end of the story poorly told

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THE FURIOUS MAN

His fury was a vicious ox
Threatening the sharp ax
His head was a dark fox
Reading out his dated fax

This was venom in the air
A deadly music to dull ear
It was his branded life fair
For the stone dead to fear

His duty horns crawled on
On the floor of a bitter one
With his serial deeds done
He yawned as the dull son

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THE NIGHT IS A BROKEN NUN

The night is a broken nun
Sobbing for the late noon
The old night seeks a son
To sing in the blazing sun

To sun each ray is as loan
For the moon to pay alone
To priest home is like pew
A dawn venerates the dew

To mountains is the stand
Sustained by grand strand
To celebrate a potent cock
Bottle lets go of a firm cork

Pen is as the cultured maid
Of potent virtues fully made
When writers drink their ink
Moonlights for stars to sink

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Poems (c) Adeola Ikuomola
Image: Morten Myksvoll via Flickr

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