A wind from the far east
will you blow and ease
the pain of this mind?
Immersed in many losses
grieved by the pain
of labour
Where lies the way?
Shall I lie that I know?
I seek an anchor in this ship
The day is dark
The night is darker
There's a light above
To undo the done
I shall wait yet for
another dawn
It will rain again
It will shine once more
It will be a day to smile
Michael Adeniyi Abiiba
25-01-13 (7:08pm)
Thursday, 31 January 2013
THE COCK SHALL CROW
The cock shall crow
That hour beckons
The celebrated and the neglected
Will lie with no breath
The cock shall crow
Riches will find no worth
In that market
Your works alone will stand
The cock shall crow
That day draweth close
All will rise before the judge
And the silks will have no say
The cock shall crow
The last of man shall come
Esteemed flesh fed to the earth
Inequality no more shall be
Michael A. Abiiba
30-01-13(1:03am)
That hour beckons
The celebrated and the neglected
Will lie with no breath
The cock shall crow
Riches will find no worth
In that market
Your works alone will stand
The cock shall crow
That day draweth close
All will rise before the judge
And the silks will have no say
The cock shall crow
The last of man shall come
Esteemed flesh fed to the earth
Inequality no more shall be
Michael A. Abiiba
30-01-13(1:03am)
I STILL LOVE YOU
I promised to hold you
close
I vowed never to let you
down
But now I have let you
go
I cannot bring you
back
I cannot change your
mind
but my heart holds beat for
you
See it as no cheap
word
Hold it close like the breath in your
nose
If nothing is
real
my feelings for you is not
one
Michael Adeniyi Abiiba
25-01-13 (7:35pm)
close
I vowed never to let you
down
But now I have let you
go
I cannot bring you
back
I cannot change your
mind
but my heart holds beat for
you
See it as no cheap
word
Hold it close like the breath in your
nose
If nothing is
real
my feelings for you is not
one
Michael Adeniyi Abiiba
25-01-13 (7:35pm)
PlAy uPoN WoRdS II
Excuse me a minute
Let's watch a play
A play of ink on paper
A style so free
Some call freestyle
Up and down the stairs
Just to get a stare
I am not moved an inch
Even when you pinch
Teeth for tate
Life is too short for that
Do you have to bone
When I play a love tone
Let us take the grace
Before we run the race
Let the King reign
And there shall be rain
All I need is water
Cus I ate bread and butter
Please give me your pin
She said that's a long thing
As I drove away
I saw many on one way
Spill the ink
It's all about pink
Whether you play upon words
Just keep all your wards
I thought I said hi
Even though you were high
Let me drop my pen
So I can catch a hen
When we see again
I hope you'll share your gain
Michael Adeniyi Abiiba
28-01-2013 (8:08pm)
Let's watch a play
A play of ink on paper
A style so free
Some call freestyle
Up and down the stairs
Just to get a stare
I am not moved an inch
Even when you pinch
Teeth for tate
Life is too short for that
Do you have to bone
When I play a love tone
Let us take the grace
Before we run the race
Let the King reign
And there shall be rain
All I need is water
Cus I ate bread and butter
Please give me your pin
She said that's a long thing
As I drove away
I saw many on one way
Spill the ink
It's all about pink
Whether you play upon words
Just keep all your wards
I thought I said hi
Even though you were high
Let me drop my pen
So I can catch a hen
When we see again
I hope you'll share your gain
Michael Adeniyi Abiiba
28-01-2013 (8:08pm)
Monday, 28 January 2013
THE CENTRE CAN HOLD
Like love birds we flew
to the highest heavens
dared to touch a star
no shackle or bar
pressed to hold us back
Our souls were one
We wore in uniform
I could see me in you
that shadow coming behind
Every time you smile
My light came brighter
You spoke not a word
Yet your sayings were known
This dawn has hurriedly cast into a night
Why should the sun mourn
and the moon dim its ray?
The cracks in the wall
habitable solace for agamas'
We should brood a moment
and give our minds to reason;
why yield to Achebe's prophecy?
Things may fall apart
but the centre is capable
to hold
Abiiba Michael Adeniyi
8-12-2012 (11:32pm)
to the highest heavens
dared to touch a star
no shackle or bar
pressed to hold us back
Our souls were one
We wore in uniform
I could see me in you
that shadow coming behind
Every time you smile
My light came brighter
You spoke not a word
Yet your sayings were known
This dawn has hurriedly cast into a night
Why should the sun mourn
and the moon dim its ray?
The cracks in the wall
habitable solace for agamas'
We should brood a moment
and give our minds to reason;
why yield to Achebe's prophecy?
Things may fall apart
but the centre is capable
to hold
Abiiba Michael Adeniyi
8-12-2012 (11:32pm)
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