WILD MOUNTAINS IN MOTION
Wild mountains in motion
In their communal commotion
The waves for selfish promotion
Desecrate the virtue of locomotion
The brawny evening frown
Cultures the weak sky brown
Like the vanity bound little town
Caged by the raves of a wild clown
We are stockpiled in argons
Unitary bread speaks jargons
The wild crowns invoke dragons
Their vultures cycle death wagons
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LIGHT ROARS IN THE DARKNESS
Light roars in the darkness
As he circumcises the upright
Embracing him for his brilliance
To purify his masculine monument
Lighter in a glittering gown
Desecrates the thick darkness
Like the contentious concubines
Thundering for marital qualifications
Flowers shoulder the light
To pluck the colourful pollens
From the liver-laundering clouds
To resuscitate the valuable visionaries
Beauty graces the garden
Like the flare of the lonely sun
Plucking grooms from the pockets
To double-deck us in the bridal trains
Love sparkles like diamond
The blazing light is my delight
In the world of diverse kind of litters
My choice remains the lightborne letters
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I FELT THE ARMS OF MY MOTHER
I had drawn a beautiful tent
At the numbers of one to ten
And drew on a coloured card
The picture of a colourful car
I had carried a drum of paint
And felt all my fingers in pain
I sat down on the lonely seat
Sobbing for the bleeding sea
Heavy waves roared like trains
Moving madly under the rains
I remembered my wheat bread
And my lessons I had not read
I breezed home for my tea cup
That I had to take climbing up
Oh! It crashed onto the ground
Its pieces spread moon-round
I burst into the bitterest of tears
That crawled down into my ears
Yes! I felt the arms of my mother
Embracing my head like no other
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THE WINGS IN THE WINDS
The wings in the winds
Firmly rooted in the airways
Walking on the mountain peaks
Swimming in the pregnant clouds
The bloodless eagles
Soaring abreast airy routes
Wild wings on the whirlwinds
The even feathers for all weathers
The myriads of mysteries
Purely pregnant maid in flight
Multinationals kick in your womb
Continents tick in your maternal heart
The mammoth house wife
Groaning and roaring in gains
Wheeled into the birth controllers
Your multiple deliveries flood the war
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Poems: © Adeola Ikuomola
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