Yoruba dun pupo
Yoruba lewa pupo
Yoruba ti niyi to
Yoruba ma lewa o
Kimi loriki mi
ni ede geesi...
Momo pe ko se e se
YOruba naa loto se e
Ifetayo, omo Elese
Omo Ajiboro
Omo Idagedegudu
Omo Oniwo kuloyegbe
Omo kanran kanran
bi oko titun
Omokuku dami agbada nu
nu lore
Ojo setan kotun romo
gbogbo ayaba sunkun
lole baba won
Ati pa yoruba ti
aaa, omase o
A o mo iyi oun ti ani
ntori asa alasa
Se tin ba wa gbera so
ti moni un o gbee laruge
wa poju ni?
Abi tinba wa di ogbontarigi
akowe Yoruba buru ni?
Mo se tan lati se bi
Omowe Daniel Fagunwa,
Akinwunmi Isola,
Amos Tutuola,
Olabimtan Afolabi,
Adebayo Faleti
ati beebe lo
Oun ani langbe
laruge....
Yoruba, titemi ni
Un o gbe o laruge
Un o fi o yangan
Ntori odara
Oosi lewa
lopolopo
Saturday, 2 February 2013
DREAMING POET
I want to write a poem;
A poem so great and stirring;
A poem of great rhyme and rhythm;
So clever and profound!
Should it be bland blank verse, sonnet or triolet
Beautiful ballade, ballad, burlesque or cinquain?
A Petrarchan is the blue moon
Seen by my trained eyes…
I desire to pen great verses
A magnus opus showcased on high pedestal
Inscribed with pulsing adrenaline
Envied among equals
Yes, my incomprehensible mind
That engine room and store of words
Will churn out masterpieces
…in the fullness of time
Great poems I'll pen, many
Like cockroaches in a cracked house,
Until I perch on the Everest of poetry
And men shall call me Bragi
Though at the dawn of my quest,
I'll traverse uncommon hurdles
At the twilight of it all, I’ll sip Vin Rouge
In my bedroom slippers
A poem so great and stirring;
A poem of great rhyme and rhythm;
So clever and profound!
Should it be bland blank verse, sonnet or triolet
Beautiful ballade, ballad, burlesque or cinquain?
A Petrarchan is the blue moon
Seen by my trained eyes…
I desire to pen great verses
A magnus opus showcased on high pedestal
Inscribed with pulsing adrenaline
Envied among equals
Yes, my incomprehensible mind
That engine room and store of words
Will churn out masterpieces
…in the fullness of time
Great poems I'll pen, many
Like cockroaches in a cracked house,
Until I perch on the Everest of poetry
And men shall call me Bragi
Though at the dawn of my quest,
I'll traverse uncommon hurdles
At the twilight of it all, I’ll sip Vin Rouge
In my bedroom slippers
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