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Igbalajobi Rasheed Olasunkanmi

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Ravel
Gentle the night
A red letter day
I'm proud of my colour
Forest king
Before night falls
My little girl
My lonely call
Shallow tears
Reflexion

Ravel

I wandered round my dome
unable to get my pen down
I looked in the sky
It was clouded to my sight
I racked my brain
It was busy snoring
I looked at my side
but see nobody
not even my shadow
my mind was silent like the dead of the night my ears were deaf to my snorting I forced my lead down but got stand still I decided to write out of nothing for the mood of a poet brings out creativity.

Gentle the night

What scence can you view
for my seeing is week
expect that i could hear the sound of the nightingale making a beautiful tone earful to the drone of the beetles put my ears down heard no voice but the howling of the wind through the trees i mimic to the hoot of the owl the cry of the night jar frightend me nevertheless i gave in not to threat for i have my shadow all i need as a companion.

A red letter day

It was a sad day
a day darker than the dead of a night
a day of confusion
feet denied the adorning protection
what was meant for the feet became the burden of the hand it was a race were baton can't be changed the vulture having it's day the pullet denied shelter it was the survival of the fittest souls crying to be saved aftermath of death and agony indelible it stuck on the walls like wild gum on tree trunks negligent of the kinsmen.

I'm proud of my colour

I'm proud of my colour
not because I'm black
I'm proud of my colour
not because I'm an African
the lighten of the skin makes no different the whiteness of my heart beam my humane.

Forest King

Though I have no voice
I could become a singer
though I have no voice
Soon, very soon the **** will crown
I had no voice
My soften mind harden my pen
In the jungle of the hard hearted
caping blacks in black
so there path be dark and slippering
brandish spear with javelin falls rain
In the ways of the mighty
So, the testator cog!
for the mute shall grow
foot to feet but soon go with the cowries I rather leave though not with my name walls shall bear it all Spark my windy tongue The Iroko trees, chaff before the wind as heavy heart spat the axiom off all weak dreaded Indelible it stuck on the wall like wild gum on tree trunks with cyclone clinging neck and crop The tick-hand erected your tower like the withered plant it shall level the mud so shall it be!
for the unwilling silent souls
have drain the whiteness of your eyes
you hadn't no
your snail as tasted the forbidden spice Just a little pour from the clouded sky just a little pour Shall sound the trumpet of the ty-rant

Before night falls

Another day is gone,
another night as fall
my feet are'nt getting smaller
I call for shade
I weep for crown
not to leave my head in the air
not to leave
though I came by his name
not to live by it
come quickly, the desire ****
come quickly
before night falls.

My little girl

sleep my little girl sleep
after a long windy day,
of bloodless war
sleep my little girl sleep

my heart striving to come to your world i feel lonely here pity, my eyes are fully bright searching through the cloud to catch a glimpse of you in the beautiful world you are a place of rest sleep my little girl sleep.

My lonely call

My call
My ravine call
I noise it,but couldn't go pass me
though the thief pass me by
Carting away the whiteness of my eyes
My view of pride
I used to be,the cedar tree,
cornea of the eyes
mellow in the cluster of fruit
floating in the deep blue sea
stem around me like a cluster of flower on a branch feeding mouth to mouth just like the caring bird to the nestling not until my hidden was uncovered cedar tree, not by my lips lost its chlorophyll the cornea_the lachrymal-glands My fir,clover for the cattles sinking in the other side of the sea tongue-in tongue-out As if the weasel cares never cares the mimic of the tortise pronounce its handfull of destruction Hum!
judas of this world,web of evil tenuity the quiet cave their beam is just like the morning star once the cloud open it goes subsiding for the next prey to devour

Shollow tears

Gloaming, the facet of life
Seamy, unwilling to the ear
Saw him yesterday, unthinkable
We spoke not quite long inexplicable
I left him just now, unimaginable
Harvestation with no crop
Reorientation for this world
He cries, someday the snail will come off its shell Sorrow for eternity Joyous for eternity In two's thought of the mind In two's were in twos the journey of mankind

Reflexion

The breath of the withered plant risen my head eye -shot dark, dark ,in the cloud I heard my name on lips of achievers tossing , tossing my way on my woven mat with homer patting ,patting on my back I have arrive among others the name display it's foliage son of man sat on the throne of thought dazzling , dazzling with words back in thought I'm naked among others seen as a eggshell In a black man's world with smiling face I lift to the sky have seen what tomorrow holds for me.