Tuesday, 30 May 2017

O SWEET MAYA

Woman of grace, ever so wise;
selfless and bold, queen of my heart.
O sweet Maya won't you now rise?
And grace our sights with your black art.

You need not ask your count of worth,
thy wondrous deeds speak well of this.
My sweet journey to my rebirth,
I credit you with for I boast bliss.

I fear no more for my sick land,
for you have said she shall arise.
When worry ploughs, I bravely stand;
for I have help beyond the skies.

Your words have helped fill me with love,
I pray thee soar O gorgeous dove.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017

Wednesday, 24 May 2017

INSANITY FEARS NOT

He trod over miles of scorching earth,
and his back receives the lashes of the vexed rains.
He dances to a melodious silence in pitiful mirth,
for his heart knows not the world's anguish and pains.

He grazes on the fields of weeds and moss,
and preys on an absent enemy like a wolf does.
His eyes accommodate no tears, for they know no loss,
and on the bark of the Simarouba, he gleefully gnaws.

He journeys under the unsmiling silhouette of night,
for his poor mind is oblivious to caution.
Unlike his brothers, he has no ambition in his sight,
for he is satisfied with his meager portion.

He stands tall on the mountain and leaps, soaring into the air,
falling ever so graciously, for his mind is no place for fear.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017