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Do I call this my poetry album?
Or I could say compendium?
Or is there such a word like “poemium”?
O please don’t think I’m so dumb.
If you like call me a word bum
Or say “rhyme-tom”;
I love words in the right form
yet I define my own norm.
So you say where do I get that from?
Certainly not from mum
I mean she’s kind and warm
But words are not just her plum
While for me they are yum-yum.
Really in my head words just strum
With steady beats like from a tom-tom
- That’s a kind of drum.
And when I all these words sum
Ideas turn over like waves of a storm.
Now if you’ll come
Right here I have some.
Poem: ©2005, Tee Akindele
Poem: My Beauty Queen
I don’t know what may happen if you entered for a beauty pageant
Gladly, it doesn’t matter here
[Placing my right hand across my chest and over my heart]
Here there’s only one crown, one judge and one contestant,
There’s no second possible outcome.
You are my uncontested beauty queen.
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Poem: Turn on The Light
I could live on like this or I may not
And about whether I die, care not
Existence is so not my problem -
It’s of a different kind;
I wish neither to be normal
Nor even to be special,
What I seek is a valid solution
To the question: ‘who am I?’
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Poem: Home-sick for Heaven
A pilgrim in an alien world
Constantly seeking intervention from my Lord
By nothing consoled in this raided place
Like the small picture of home that lingers before my face. Read the full article here …
Poem: Wedding Day
Life, God has made rich in wonders -
We haven’t seen them all.
Yet it’ll never give us enough satisfaction
If we only always look for more.
We often think that great blessings
Only lie in painful paths
So we despise the simple chance for love, joy and fulfillment
That God bestows in our laps.
It seems my beloved, you landed right in my lap Read the full article here …
Poem: Busybodies
Walking and walking
Talking and talking
Seeing and hearing -
What haven’t her eyes seen?
Or his ears heard?
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Poem: Everyday is poetry
Whether it brings downpour or a brilliant shine
Some days may be murky, others will be fine
But whether we are thankful or sad
Is left for our imagination to decide;
Events never tell a single story,
And everyday is many-sided poetry.
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Poem: Life is a Road…
Life is a road;
The only course there is
That varies in length and clearance
According to those who use it.
Poem: I am… poetry
Like the distant crow of an early rooster
I am neither loud or a whisper;
like the voice of cascading waterfalls
that quiet hearts, gently refreshes;
I am the music of silence,
I am the voice of enchantment.
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Retrospect…
Hello, I am Tee Akindele and I like to write… duh!
Don’t mind me, I was just thinking it’s almost a month since I started this blog (Everyday Poetry), and I’m trying to weigh my feelings. I certainly have no regrets, it’s been good actually and I guess it has motivated me to write new poetry, most of my initial posts were quite old, some even as old as a decade.
Another good thing is Read the full article here …
Jos Crisis! Religious or Not?
I used to refer to the recurring killings in Jos as a religious crisis, well, not for now. I wonder what qualifies a religious crisis these days? I think we have consistently allowed an evil that raids our nation to get away with a cheap masquerading. We need no longer accept the theory that the issue is religion, lest we stoop to the stupefying imagination that we deal with something above the law; holy wars, divine forces of judgment or angels of death, when we ought to be wiser. Read the full article here …