Unconditional

by Gbolabo Adetunji, posted in Fables

The earth was once flat

Then God made man

Man made guns

And man loved guns

More than God

He sacrificed animals

For his guns

But the guns were not

Satisfied

Man slaughtered his enemies

For his guns

But the guns were not

Content

He massacred his neighbors

For his guns

But the guns were not

Pleased

Man wasted his friends

For his guns

But the guns were not

Delighted

He shot his family

For his guns

But the guns were not

Satisfied

Yet man adored his guns

More than God

And God became jealous

He  made the earth round

Proclaiming

That whatever goes around

Would  surely

Come around

 

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Swamp

by Gbolabo Adetunji, posted in Priceless

We are one for once, so completely

The storms have broken down our walls

We give our love so sweetly

The rains have washed away our flaws

 

We reunite to restore our abode with pleasure

Convene to rebuild our acres beyond  measure

I can’t believe this unspoken magic

Passion rekindled when days are tragic

 

Why it takes a gust for you to hear me

How I needed a tempest to let you be

Where your kindness was hidden before the gale

How I became human when you started to wail

 

We do not need more of this strong breeze

But hope the ardor will not be brought to freeze

When the typhoon is gone and the puff is done

Will our differences play us once more like pawn


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It’s Your Weirdness

by Gbolabo Adetunji, posted in cosmos

You rock the way you smile

How consistent you are

Through thick and thin

You keep your path

Despite the judgment of years

You keep your shape and simper

It’s your weirdness that makes you

Charming

 

Some villagers think

That color is supreme

Others think colors are evil

You giggle and smirk at all

As you change your shades

Through yellow, orange, red and blanc

It’s your weirdness that makes you

Charming

 

I see how once you turned all red

And hid your self from none

Some say it’s time for love and joy

Others see danger lurking around

You judged no one

Inspired everyone

It’s your weirdness that makes you

Charming

 

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Hello Underground

by Gbolabo Adetunji, posted in Breakthrough

Hello underground

It took a while

But now it comes

With no hesitation

To your shackles of procrastination

To your chains of timidity

To the fear of the unknown

Hello

 

Hello

I am knocking down your doors

Ready to infiltrate

To be tucked in  like a seed

Enshrouded in the darkness of challenges

Covered by the soil of toils

Sunk by the waters of breakdowns

Enfolded by the death of risks

 

Hello underground

Your dominion is over

I am breaking through

Like a seed burgeoning

What you quashed was not me

What you ruined was the fear of trying again

But I sprout to greatness

I bud to the knowledge of dead ends

I germinate  to the discovery

Of the way that works

 

Hello underground

I ascend above the spell of  hades

Hello

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Open

by Gbolabo Adetunji, posted in Facades

You don’t grasp a man

Until he babbles

Like a boy

And whispers his mysteries

Like a girl

Until he daydreams away

In the clutches

Of the night

Till he hollers the name

In the belly

Of his heart

Until he surrenders

His wakefulness

And regresses back

To fetal position

At the gateway

Of slumbers

You don’t perceive a woman

Until her mask

Is smeared

And her mascara

Is smudged

Until she hibernates

In her trance

Till she farts away

With no regard

Until no fragrance

Can rescue the night air

 

GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA

 

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Tear Down Your Cottage

by Gbolabo Adetunji, posted in Drive, unstoppable

Squander your comfort

and  tear down your cottage

Carry a tent with valor

Everywhere is now home

Mislay your  faith in those

Who feel the pain is real

Let the mildew grow

On the trophies of

Yester-years

Declare you saw the schemes

Invisible to others

And if  ever you hit the target

Be sure to alter the limits

Your journey is not to  end

You have been

Crowned the pundit

 

GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA

 

 

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Puncture

by Gbolabo Adetunji, posted in Strokes

You ruptured my tire and my desire

You threw beckons and heavens at others

I could only envy so many a plenty

I trudge forwards choking on your words

Oblivious of the ditch that lies  in my pitch

The lemons you threw in my avenue

Saved me a stellate a bullet and a pellet

I never knew how a new bad fortune

Could ever save me from a worse  misfortune

 

GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA

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Giant Shadows

by Gbolabo Adetunji, posted in Puncture

 

The monsters that steal our joy

Are  gentle giant shadows

They did not bite or sting

Yet we felt the pain

They bear no teeth

Except for the fangs, we gave them

No hands

Except for the claws we accorded

No feathers

Except for the wings we created

The mammoths we fear

Are shadows in our minds

 

Of all the things that be mighty

Has a shadow not been counted

The shadow of a sly serpent

Cannot sting

The shadow of the blue blood bulldog

Cannot bite

Fear may be real

But fear not the shadows

Except for the thoughts that made them giants

Fear not the giants

Except for the eyes that exalted them

 

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Tender

by Gbolabo Adetunji, posted in Delicate, Lullaby

 

Tender as porcelain shoes

Tender as palm juice sapling

Tender as a lonely night

Tender as crystalware dolls

Tender as thoughts of a quiet heaven

Tender as water on dragonfly wings

Tender as a bubble tea sip

Tender as glass in brazen fire

Tender as ghost orchid blossoms

Tender as snowflakes on a brunette

Tender as metonyms on your lips

Tender as spun sugar quilts

Tender as asparagus on seahorses

Tender as the chirps of a little bittern

Tender as rice paper rolls

Tender as icicles sculptures

Tender as a giant granuloma

Tender as rose petal flurries

Tender as a neonate’s pitch

Tender as a peeping lace

Tender as dandelion wine

Tender as silk on an ocean

Tender as your silhouette

Tender as your  swift motions

Tender as your heart beat

Tender as your warm breath

Tender as your embrace

Tender as your smiley eyes

Tender as your promises.

 

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Cuts
				

			 by Gbolabo Adetunji, posted in Quitting		
			

	

		
If at first


you don’t make it


Failure may just


be your style


No


Not your fashion


Failure may just


 be your soulmate


She is bad


No


Not as bad


As you once imagined


Not as pitiful


As you once dreaded


She’s always there


For one thing


She answers “yes”


Every time you ask


Her tailoring may


may not be crisp


Not the cuts


that you so much cherished


Not the swag


that you  admired


But she’ll give you a hug


a hickey


She’ll find you a lounge


 a lesson


And when you open


the caverns


of your heart


She gives up her top


secret


the private lives


of the men she courted


Success is not


the medal you sought


It’s certainly not


the end of the journey


Success is the


journey


You win


when you are primed


for another


blind date


You win


when you lose


that thing


That fear of finding


that failure


is once again


 your blind date


GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA




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