About...
Do I call this my poetry album -
Or I could say - compendium?
H'm... is there such a word as “poemium”?
O please! don’t mind me sounding 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.
Tee Akindele
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 nor 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.
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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 …
Being Nigerian – an identity crisis
An identity crisis
I like to think I’m a patriot, I fancy myself a true Nigerian, but the problem is … I don’t know what that means anymore, actually I guess I never did. So I ask myself: what does it mean to be Nigerian? what is the Nigerian identity? what does it symbolize? What in it’s essence am I proud to be identified with? Read the full article here …
Poem: The Rain
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Let the rain come… Oh let it pour.
Hear! Lofty clouds gather together and let down the rain;
Oh spongy masses, squeeze out your juice
relief and refreshment for distraught earth loose.
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Poem: A Sorry Feast
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Indolence has called a feast -
A self-pity feast
“Come all that care to be my guests”
It says “plenty to drink and eat”.
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Poem: A Christian
Looking, learning, growing and following
Step by step, he’s imitating Jesus;
Leaning, trusting, overcoming and testifying
Over sin and self, becoming victorious.
Wisdom, melody, worship, thanksgiving…
Applying his heart to things pure and praise worthy.
Yielding body, intellect, substance and everything -
His instruments to bring God glory.
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Poem: Anxious
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The sky is cheerfully active,
The clouds gather in a reunion party,
They thicken in solidarity,
As their mirthful laughter echoes down to earth
With splendid bright flashes.
The wind also plays tricks on the trees
And every thing hanging
They all fold over or bend double in laughter
Making gay noises.
Even the little animals can sniff
The anticipated, in the air,
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