Poetry

The Wind has Multiple Wings: Poems by Adeola Ikuomola

Image: Patrick Tomasso via Unsplash

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

The 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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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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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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OUR BLOODY HANDS

In our faithfulness
We breed weird vampires
In our righteousness
We are foxes in dark boxes

In our pure perfection
We have killed and crucified
In our divine service
We have maimed and raped

For our eternal reward
We beheaded mother and child
Webbed in our piety
We boiled, cremated, buried alive

We pray to the divine
In the pool of the innocent blood
We all have missed it
The tender heart for brotherly love

Search the Scriptures
Satan steals, kills and destroys
Obey the Scriptures
Christ offers us eternal life in love

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THE WILDEST BEARS

The spears
From the rears
The wildest bears
In the forest of fears
After all these bleak years
Are blindly burdened by tears
Speeding and bleeding in pairs
Like the old gowns our race wears

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CALL THE ELEPHANTS TO ORDER

The trees are groaning
The forests have fainted
The grasses are bleeding
Call wild elephants to order

The stars are sighing
The moon is mourning
The sun rays are sinking
Call thunderstorms to order

Cold murder multiplies
Breeding bloody bombers
Hollow graves are laughing
Call gang of murderers to order

The wharf is weeping
The waves are worrisome
The cargoes cough off course
Call the offshore beams to order

The trucks are talking
The mountains murmur
The rocks roar at revellers
Call the quick earthquake to order

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Poems © Adeola Ikuomola
Image: Patrick Tomasso via Unsplash

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