Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare
MISSIVE TO MY CHILDREN Trends mirrored me I wrapped fire in my gut Passed through the cells of light I cut my anchor rope Struggled to realize my dreams I floated above time All is left to me alone – alone The suffering – sleeplessness I swam the opposite of my tragedies I’m a prisoner despite the distress I did not give up my sails to the sea In the memory of my beginning I walked in my derby Criticism – heart breaks – suffering I wore them my stories Walkers hated me Lookers spited at me ugliness I held it for years Crossed it to sleep on Hugged it – Hugged it Mortgaged myself Watered all my seeds Although revolution is repeated Yet career has not risen Planes of enemies Tasted the scourge of the earth Civilization denied me Parties divided me Earth hunger revolted it Soul milk satiated it.
CLATTER OF BLISS Clatter of happiness fatten our ears with/ Spirited praises - glorifications. Drums - alto saxophones - eject contents Of heavenly beats & lyrics - many feet know too much dance - As attestation to the lord For the bell of another year jingle to our witness in glorious shape. Hubbub of crackers strip the air of it scent - nothing smell but roasted pork sausage It "gbo-a" send concern to the weak health of mama & papa It outcry threaten the ears of their little baby - revealing a toothless smile to the multiple colors birthed by the awful crackers Mama in happiness - with our happiness tonight - won't God's ears be deafened by our noise?
Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare with the sobriquet Paciolo Pen Saint is an aspiring budding poet who writes to outlive his existence after his extinction. He believes he can make the world hear his voice via the power of pen and he prefers diffusing any kind of message or teaching in poetry. He’s a student of Ibadan Polytechnic Studying Accountancy.
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