WIBE'S POET

Guru  How can I develop a strongest awareness of the  unconscious without being overwhelmed by its power? How can I develop a strongest senses of compassion  without falling into trap of sentimentality?  How can I blow a strongest love of this world  without employing into the lowering feathers of the flying birds?  I am the Sun  The rays are my money  A day is my functions  Night is my reflections.  I am not my body  Never my mind.  The end of the broom  Change to rainstorms  For the covers to soak  The land in Nigeria scenes.  The band's of the broom  Are the cloudy sky in holy angels  To unholy gays in the land of blessing.  Tornados uncover the roofs of  Survival of the pretenders in  A form of recamping the hollowland  To the holyland.   @guru deela06082018

SEE AS The light of the heaven  See the five lits the land  As a hazard of the world.  See the cook praise a cake  As a sinner to the hell.  See the oven bake the bread  As a pile and peace of eaters.  See the facts of the faith  As killer of the kings.  The light of the heaven  As a thunder bundles.  See the Sun lits the east  As a joy of the New day. See the stars blink afar  As a toy of a last born.  See the morning dew dance  As a winner of the cloudsky.  See the New bride looking  In the first day of his bid.  See the walking steps  Of a young lad at a bit.  As if she is early walking.  See the New robe in fitting  As if it would never fade.  The light of the heaven  As if there is no darkness.  See the New born babies  As if he will never demise.  See the spring of the river  As if it will never flow out. See the pond of a water  As a kee...

                                                                                                             Ceramist Oke Adedapo FLOWER'S POT  As a flower petals broken  Make its fruitions and juices.  And the pot torn  The bottom of the bottle  Lost of its neck,  It is never glued to glow  Again as a faultless cake.  Leaves that preserved   Reign and reject to the time.  Give words to the singers  To prose on a stage of milky  Ways and clear the throne.  Give a tumbler of gin and rum  To the clowned clients  A word will be comic in mimics.  Whole looks like a loomed lake  Strings and fountains of life  Graded and graced r...

Buordilion  Omo olodo ide  In the mist of ingrates  You are greatest  Some says  You are god.  They say my Lord,  With their slanderous  Eyes,  With their backbiting  Mouths.  In the mist of traitors  You are enthroned,  Some says  You are magician  They say my juju  With their soothing  Mouths,  With their yimustyle  Noses.  With their infectious  Heads  They node indeed.  You make them  Countable as coins.  You make them  By calling to serve.  Show them whot  And what to do,  As a citadel of ages.  The one and only  Recent polite tips  In our time.  A river may flow  And glow from a source.  Tributaries may power  Its flow mighty links  You make them  To be counted as coins.  Akanbi never mind  They thought evils  You are never care  They are devils singers.  Opt out of the...

         AYEDERO Whence the kolanut throw Todisplay the peace,  It speaks the words  From the mouth of elders.  The kola tices the shrine Shrine land shrinks  The wine and water. Taste this taste that  At the square of the tale,  Whence the elders eat kolanut  The young one on throne. Once the kolanut broke And throwed in the secred shrines,  A word must be said  As an inspired thoughts of bidding.  In the shrine of peace,  A lot of people sing a song.  The song of the Oracle  Must be mimicked to the market.  In the palace of peace,  The square bear a lot.  Drum beat to the songs of pips.  Dance steps to the trado-trends.  Ayedero of the negro aces,  The pieces of the golden ancestors,  This is a copy of the stories.  Ayedero of the whole races,  Like father like son.  The dust of the precious assets,  Just a star of peace,  See as a membe...

SPELL OUT I do never know  A letter it come by accident.  I do never quest  An existing it come by luck.  I do never think  Of being a man but nature hint.  I do ever witness  The hereafter it will be soon.  I do never think  Of a friend at my birth room.  I do never read  The world before jumb in.  I do never fear  The hatred in love before in.  I do never intoxicate  Before interest in wine.  I do never see  You before we meet here.  It is never an accident  An incident presides the jams.  I do never have  The enviers only the enviro dictions.  I do never care  The beauty of a creation but actions.  I do never love  It is all a mission of selfishness.  I do never smell it  It is just an atomic perf to life.  I do never give it out  To those antagonists in the world.  I do never blend and pound  My yams for culture less kings.  ...