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It's flying like the eagle

Sailing turbulent ocean

The match men call life.

Ogundiya where are you?

It's definitely same planet,

Moon and sun.

Maybe it's a brand new

Calendar and days

To ponder and leave behind

Old lens and cracking walls.

Maybe it's a change in the last digit

But it surely come renew

And fill of hope

For those who take a move.

It's flying like the eagle

Sailing turbulent ocean

The match men call life.

Ogundiya where are you?

It's definitely same planet,

Moon and sun.

Maybe it's a brand new

Calendar and days

To ponder and leave behind

Old lens and cracking walls.

Maybe it's a change in the last digit

But it surely come renew

And fill of hope

For those who take a move.

#poetry #shakespeare #prose #anthology

It’s been a while

My pen bleed in

Line and stanza

Not even a thematic layout

Another November gone

And there’s no poetical Note

To those who will wail

When I’m no more

I really wish I can

Announce my own demise

And allow the birds to feed

On the remain, so that

We can fly above the world together.

©Hamzat Saheed Ogundiya 2021

LAST POETICAL NOTE

Alas! My left rib hurts

My heart bleed for suicide

This pain are unbearable

This roles are like the sleeper cell

Even my pump is lagging behind

Maybe the end is near

Just as the ancient leprosy travelers

Living here is like the chameleon feces

Unto which I have stepped.

The pump I borrowed,

Need to answer brotherly call.

Who will cry when I die?

Tears doesn’t bring back.

2

I have been mailing my mood

To my best friend

Who we haven’t seen for years

But still connected.

He asked how hurt

Where’s my left rib?

And our best companion against achura?

Dear Lash,

It’s like the chameleon feces

Onto which I have stepped

And my pump is slower with coals.

My left rib is broken

Just like the esie cell

And our companion have been rejected

For the sake of loved ones.

I was with Lash in the street

Shoulder to shoulder we defended

The great statesmanship wall

So my mail is addressed

To who will cry when I die.

3

I won’t forget to send my mail

To be council of Statesmen

They are always the best of brothers

Whom we took the creed together.

Full squad shall be formed

With full charming colorful kit

Their charming colorful sword

Cross for a departed statesman

I owe my friends and Chief warlord

Can I announce my own demise?

For I deserve last respect

Like a hero home calling.

My mail is for those who will cry when I die

4

I have been addressing my poetic note

To those who won’t be able to

Control their emotions

They are indeed friends

It’s painful my spouse

Receive none from me

And who suppose read

Betrothed to another affection

My poetic diary are me

My throat and whole

So that you can read

When I’m out of sight

#poetry #poemoftheday #literature

#poetry #poemoftheday #TearsOfTheInk #anthology #BayLord

My muse

keep hidden

With the opaque timer

To condemn this brutality

and inhumane

I wrote a lamentation

About who will cry when I die

The response was scary from loved ones

But who’s crying for Jimoh Ibrahim

And others?

I read about Clark narration of casualties

Not even those on the streets

Not Bala Mubarak with shorts

But we all casualties of bad representative

Scare me not with hell fire

I follow where please my kindred spirit

For I have been born and will live once

And forever

Be bold and strong my fellow countrymen For those who occupy today

Stands to live tall

Like Clark John.

©Hamzat S.O

(Dedicated to J.P #Clark, #Humanist and #EndSars protesters)

iWrite: My poetry thematically agony of the heydays, present inhumane portrayed of belief, Neocolonialism, reflection of life and death. #TearsOfTheInk

Unarmed

Together we match

Across streets

Shoulder to shoulder

Unarmed against brutality and oppression

The beast you made

Has grown wing to fly

Demanding to live whitefull

Unarmed we agitated

Alas! Jimoh Ibrahim is down

And many more follows

By the piercing metals of

Those who obey the call to protect

How many more will go down?

How long will it takes

To select long trouser

In my own wardrobe?

Unarmed we will continue to match

For the labour of our heroes pass

Shall never be in vain

#LekkkMassacre #Oct20 #Lagos #Nigeria #Buhari #NigeriaArmy #EndSars #Protest

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Hopeless Negroes

Starvation and thirsty

Up and Down, Day and Night

Man inhumane to man

Negritude and denials.

Together in the market place

Traded shoulder to shoulder

Years of barter system

Alone with our gods and goddess

Wines and beef with foes.

Where’s their invisible god?

That kept mute of their inhumanity

Raped our land

Dried our tanks

But Heaven we clamor to make.

Dry your tears mother Africa

For the good left behind can’t be denied.

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Ifeyimika

We are well prepared

To receive the great traveler

From invecinble relms to ours

Relms we believe Ogundiya rested

Please come fast

For your time is due

Her wellbeing first

Please come

For your sisters can't wait

To dance round the moonlight

The dance of tradition

To please your soul and whole

Please come fast

Let walk the street in our shorts

And listen to the great story

Of our ancestors (Onikoyi)

We are well prepared

To welcome the great traveler

Through her root

And stay for good.

#shakespeare #poetry #museums #sculpture #science #positivity

Ifeyimika

We are well prepared

To receive the great traveler

From invecinble relms to ours

Relms we believe Ogundiya rested

Please come fast

For your time is due

Her wellbeing first

Please come

For your sisters can't wait

To dance round the moonlight

The dance of tradition

To please your soul and whole

Please come fast

Let walk the street in our shorts

And listen to the great story

Of our ancestors (Onikoyi)

We are well prepared

To welcome the great traveler

Through her root

And stay for good.

Show me the Man's Grave

A walk of the beast

Across ocean, lands and mountain

Alone abadon

Old images of home

Of crack and falling walls.

Voices in the village

Teenager in the moonlight

Their chest full of bones

And face beyond attraction

Death what have you done?

Years of fruitless wandering

All full of debts

And Starvation.

Show me the Man's grave

Maybe the dead talks

And correct their past.

Dance of Tradition

Our thorax full of belief

Left by our immortals

Before they came in boat

And challenge the authority

With Trade in slavery

Religions they brought

Exploitation and oppression

Treason and backbiting.

With force we learn

Betrayed our brothers

Betrayed our gods

Justice unserved

Our brains full of memories

Of their god and exploitation,

Our belongings and authority

But unified we stands.

We are all God

Oh subjourners, rise above obstacles

Doctrines and stigma

Of hey days,

Colonization and inhumane

Oh Africa, land of the gods

Tender and softness like her mama gland

For the sweetness are incomparable

Mothers! I pay homage

Years of opaque with strength

Dinning with metallic monster daily

Sailing the boat great men call life

Wondering great wilderness men call life

We are all God

To choose the destiny thy chi desire

As above is empty and cloudy

With folktales and lures

Everyday may be my last

Blame not the imaginary

For they are long dead before mine

We are all God .

My poetry

A reflection of thought

Mirror of my belief

Strength and power.

My styles and diction

Give me some ink

For my fingers

Are in the mood

For lines and stanza.

Poetry is my calling

Are all mine

And reflection of my whole.

Any Moment from now (Part 6)

Birthday poem to Amzat Saheed Ogundiya

Happily I sail with a move

Readily with some grooves

Rugged in the club

All I did in the past

Within the ranks

Love conquers all

Like a lone gladiator

Firmly in the image of

Ancient onikoyi

I have seen humanity

Beyond the power of the gods

Love beyond lips

And heart beyond the flesh

Verily, every moon

Maybe the last

And the sun may not set

For it’s a life well lived

Years gone

Through the opaque of life

And the creditors tap my rustic door

Home I’m gone

For I shall be remembered

For the deeds left behind.

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