There is a stationary climatic boulder
tilted by the legendary greed of mankind
to cataclysmic proportions devoid of sanity
but once set in motion will never stop rolling
the planet earth our only God given home
onto the precarious edge of the great chasm
and into an abysmal void of total extinction
man used to Sisyphus continuous rolling
boulder from bottom to the top of the
proverbial hill thinks his existentialist tricks
can save him from this precarious games
he stubbornly plays with his lifeline, nature
and thinks that my voice will finally grow
hoarse and blunt never to thump his eardrums
but I can’t stop crying in the wilderness
because I care, for mankind, and the legacy
of our future generations yet unborn to see
what a custodian we made God to believe
we are when he faithfully and bountifully
gave man dominion over all his creation
and because I know what God’s silence means piety
you can change your greedy ways and repair the
wrong for there is also virtue and goodness imbibed
in you by God to reverse the hand of the tickling clock
of the time bombs you created with your own hands
when you look deep down into your soul to realize
marvel at your infinite gift of insight and creativity
for I know the son of whom we are is omniscient
written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07
Saturday, July 7, 2007
The Visionay Osagyefo
relentless forces propelled him to stowaway
his visionary quest to assuage at Harvard
drew him homewards and snatched away
the colonial leadership mantle with hazard
and became the first to be granted freewill
in the African coast laced with much gold
he proposed to merge one great political will
for Africa to become unstoppable and bold
but tearfully and fearfully that pale wizard
a halt a giant spearheaded Monrovia group
Casablanca cried when they fried his gizzard
for their incurable love of steamy pepper soup
and banished him from his own land of freedom
a land he much adored and brought much gain
but mediocrity only succeeded to beget boredom
Osagyfo had sowed seeds of his visionary brain
today his aspirations and foresight is revisited
to lead as kindly light amid encircling gloom
when the chips are down and penury persisted
abetted and prodded by subtle imperialist doom
the Osagyefo still stirs in his mausoleum grave
urging the greedy successors on to get one voice
to become a united front and unstoppable brave
not to relent in their struggle as the only choice
and pleaded God Ghana to open up a well of oil
its seeming budding emancipation is meaningless
unless it yolked with all the will of Africa’s toil
to render our numerous friendly foes powerless
until that fateful day Nkoyeni will slough scales
to ascend the throne of prominent freedom for all
as the wind of change will set African flag on sails
and I see a new virgin catwalk without fear at all
Written by
© Dela Bobobee
07/07/07
his visionary quest to assuage at Harvard
drew him homewards and snatched away
the colonial leadership mantle with hazard
and became the first to be granted freewill
in the African coast laced with much gold
he proposed to merge one great political will
for Africa to become unstoppable and bold
but tearfully and fearfully that pale wizard
a halt a giant spearheaded Monrovia group
Casablanca cried when they fried his gizzard
for their incurable love of steamy pepper soup
and banished him from his own land of freedom
a land he much adored and brought much gain
but mediocrity only succeeded to beget boredom
Osagyfo had sowed seeds of his visionary brain
today his aspirations and foresight is revisited
to lead as kindly light amid encircling gloom
when the chips are down and penury persisted
abetted and prodded by subtle imperialist doom
the Osagyefo still stirs in his mausoleum grave
urging the greedy successors on to get one voice
to become a united front and unstoppable brave
not to relent in their struggle as the only choice
and pleaded God Ghana to open up a well of oil
its seeming budding emancipation is meaningless
unless it yolked with all the will of Africa’s toil
to render our numerous friendly foes powerless
until that fateful day Nkoyeni will slough scales
to ascend the throne of prominent freedom for all
as the wind of change will set African flag on sails
and I see a new virgin catwalk without fear at all
Written by
© Dela Bobobee
07/07/07
Legon Lures Lagos Lagos
crystal droplets of deep reflections
sodden the sand of my sad stance
widened into a serene rivulet
that ripples with my teardrops
like a tender insatiate suckling
from the mother’s breast wrenched
my vulnerability poignantly felt I
time, not naira, like a colossus
between Akoka and I bestrode
degrees waiting names to inscribe
doped with sublime ambivalence
solemnly I watch the cryptic swap
as Logon lures Lagos, love
oh! Nature, my witness and contact be
as I sandwich my loyalty and love
between the lagoon and the hill
savour the flavour of the two giants
to blend the two esoteric ivory towers
once an Akokite, always the greatest
Lagoon Front moans, the poet broods
shadows on the third Mainland bridge
of distant cars kissing in the traffic
a new oath solemnly taken
I shall return to nurse this falconer
whose intellectual tits I weaned
Written by
© Dela Bobobee
18/02/95
sodden the sand of my sad stance
widened into a serene rivulet
that ripples with my teardrops
like a tender insatiate suckling
from the mother’s breast wrenched
my vulnerability poignantly felt I
time, not naira, like a colossus
between Akoka and I bestrode
degrees waiting names to inscribe
doped with sublime ambivalence
solemnly I watch the cryptic swap
as Logon lures Lagos, love
oh! Nature, my witness and contact be
as I sandwich my loyalty and love
between the lagoon and the hill
savour the flavour of the two giants
to blend the two esoteric ivory towers
once an Akokite, always the greatest
Lagoon Front moans, the poet broods
shadows on the third Mainland bridge
of distant cars kissing in the traffic
a new oath solemnly taken
I shall return to nurse this falconer
whose intellectual tits I weaned
Written by
© Dela Bobobee
18/02/95
Alumnus at Unilag
This same ceremonial gown
he once wore
tasted flavours of the intellect
hungrily sucked
but now a full fledged falcon
busily nursing the falconer
manacled by fragrance of nostalgia
edifice of excellence and inspiration
he is to me forever
a slogan of imaginative dimensions
he is to me forever
out of his lips spills pure distilled intellect
humour his cryptic dancing beads smile
his crackling laughter I can now see
an open secret now is my dogmatic idol
behold! Eruv, the doyen of Arts, the dean
from whose critical intellectual teats I wean
By Dela Bobobee© 18/02/95
he once wore
tasted flavours of the intellect
hungrily sucked
but now a full fledged falcon
busily nursing the falconer
manacled by fragrance of nostalgia
edifice of excellence and inspiration
he is to me forever
a slogan of imaginative dimensions
he is to me forever
out of his lips spills pure distilled intellect
humour his cryptic dancing beads smile
his crackling laughter I can now see
an open secret now is my dogmatic idol
behold! Eruv, the doyen of Arts, the dean
from whose critical intellectual teats I wean
By Dela Bobobee© 18/02/95
The Red Drum
The red drum beats
when every other drum stops beating
every soul dance to the rhythm of life
from the pulsating ethos of the red drum
the red drum not only beats
when you listen, the red drum is talking
every stony heart has a sheath for a knife
from a gush on the tempo of the red drum
the red drum by nature is sexy
when your heart flutter and in frenzy
every stolen glance from your heartthrob
from the blushes irrigated by the red drum
the red drum is jealous and vindictive
when retrospect’s stab is aggressive
every soft spot, love and pardon flee
from dirges the red drum goes on spree
the red drum you should know is the heart
when in our short lives destiny plays its part
every promise given not to stray our drumsticks
from where we are identified as God’s handpicks
Written by © Dela Bobobee
07/07/07
when every other drum stops beating
every soul dance to the rhythm of life
from the pulsating ethos of the red drum
the red drum not only beats
when you listen, the red drum is talking
every stony heart has a sheath for a knife
from a gush on the tempo of the red drum
the red drum by nature is sexy
when your heart flutter and in frenzy
every stolen glance from your heartthrob
from the blushes irrigated by the red drum
the red drum is jealous and vindictive
when retrospect’s stab is aggressive
every soft spot, love and pardon flee
from dirges the red drum goes on spree
the red drum you should know is the heart
when in our short lives destiny plays its part
every promise given not to stray our drumsticks
from where we are identified as God’s handpicks
Written by © Dela Bobobee
07/07/07
Cybernetics
Wading with silent gait slowly but sure
comes the beautiful stranger on the shore
wafting trails of subtle fragrance in passage
dove’s eyes of urgent telegraphic message
tell me, are thou the goddess or her messenger?
riding this new chariot as a driver or passenger?
tell me, what ails thee?
is it the price of thy fee?
where all prejudices flee?
I‘ll be quick with my plea
can’t thou feel my love in thy bones?
or is thy heart curved out of stones?
comes the beautiful stranger on the shore
wafting trails of subtle fragrance in passage
dove’s eyes of urgent telegraphic message
tell me, are thou the goddess or her messenger?
riding this new chariot as a driver or passenger?
tell me, what ails thee?
is it the price of thy fee?
where all prejudices flee?
I‘ll be quick with my plea
can’t thou feel my love in thy bones?
or is thy heart curved out of stones?
The Grim Legacy
Deep echoes of my heart a prayer
raw wounds dripping, bleeding
gradual depletion of the ozone layer
my heart weeping, pleading
deforestation laying waste, bare
thick rain forest dwindling fast
humans, no one seems to care
but forget you can’t your past
nuclear missiles for mass annihilation
mushrooms of death piling, spreading
gradual lost of same premonition
time bombs crawling, loading
not one deadly packed arsenal
threatens the earth a lifeless burnt cinder
men, all dead instinct for survival
awake! Please check now this blunder
the indifference, sordid grim legacy
bequeathed by predecessors of supremacy
maybe, all silhouettes of my mind
lost in mazes so deep I can’t find
but yet to manifest in its due seasons
Oh! Man, have you lost your reasons?
why poison the very air you breathe
and then let greed epithet your death?
Written by
© Dela Bobobee
at 07:07:07 0n 07/07/07
raw wounds dripping, bleeding
gradual depletion of the ozone layer
my heart weeping, pleading
deforestation laying waste, bare
thick rain forest dwindling fast
humans, no one seems to care
but forget you can’t your past
nuclear missiles for mass annihilation
mushrooms of death piling, spreading
gradual lost of same premonition
time bombs crawling, loading
not one deadly packed arsenal
threatens the earth a lifeless burnt cinder
men, all dead instinct for survival
awake! Please check now this blunder
the indifference, sordid grim legacy
bequeathed by predecessors of supremacy
maybe, all silhouettes of my mind
lost in mazes so deep I can’t find
but yet to manifest in its due seasons
Oh! Man, have you lost your reasons?
why poison the very air you breathe
and then let greed epithet your death?
Written by
© Dela Bobobee
at 07:07:07 0n 07/07/07
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