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Femi, 28 january 2013

A Survivor's Account

The earth was violently shaking
And it threw out its hot burden
We went into a state of hysteria
All of us, running helter-skelter.

Entire family of friends and relatives
Is now particles of dust and ashes
Here is the very last of my wishes
To meet them again in that land of bliss.

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Femi, 28 january 2013

Journal of a Cyprian

What's wrong, my dear?
Shake off the blear
Release your fear
And come over here.

No need to stare
I'm going nowhere
Venus is in the air
Let's start the flare.

Lay your worries elsewhere
Hang your sadness over there
Let's wrestle in the palms of care
And let me have my fair share.

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Femi, 25 january 2013

The Voice

Oh ye mortals, listen to my decree:
I want you all to be like me
To rule over all under the sea
And those flying above freely.

To reign with love over everything
To live together on earth with blessing
With the spirit of giving and receiving
And enter the kingdom everlasting.

To be my vicegerents and helpers
By thinking and performing wonders
By uplifting a world prone to blunders
And caring for each other as brothers.

If you can faithfully do all these
I will give hearing to your pleas
And replace all your worries
With abundance and ease.

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Femi, 25 january 2013

All Roads Lead To Home

Feeling lost is not from wanting what you lack
Feeling lost is that inner yearning to go back
The courage to stand up and lift your knapsack
And find your way back home on that lonely track.

Where do I truly belong in this land of nowhere?
Why am I still feeling lost and in utter despair?
I journeyed everywhere to seek better welfare
But everything tells me to go back “there”.

This “there” is my roots, my home and origin
The land I left and have now almost forgotten
Tell me where to find a go-back-home beacon
That will lead me back to the land of my brethren.

What road do I take for I have lost all trace
The crumbs I left behind are scattered all place
But I'm not afraid to go ahead or make the wrong turn
Because this longing for home in my heart still burns.

I still hear noises from the haggling market women
The voices of mothers calling out to their children
The crackling of the roof under the hot midday sun
And the silence on the street when the day's hustle is done.

As these memories surface, I see the crumbs aligned
As I boldly take the first step, I see my home in my mind
I'm bound for home and it doesn't matter where I start
All roads lead to home and the journey starts from the heart.

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Femi, 13 december 2011

From The Memoirs of Mr. Cupid

Where is the sweetness
That ended in blandness?
Where is the brightness
That left me in darkness?

Where is the promise
That proved to be worthless?
Where is the countess
That ended up being heartless?

She's there in the castle of sorrow
Leaning out through the window
Calling out to lads willing to follow
And fall for her spellbinding show.

Her temptation starts with a glance
That whirls you into a pool of trance
Where you mindlessly leap and dance
To the melodies of forbidden romance.

After many confessions, I'm still falling for it
Even with resolutions, I can't resist the beat
Where is the path leading to a peaceful exit?
Is the flesh really stronger than the spirit?

God, here is my benediction:
Deliver me from temptation
Save me from damnation
And lead me to salvation.

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Femi, 13 december 2011

Old Is Gold

Experience is that blessed bequest
Buried deep within a veteran's chest
You need not go to the East or West
To see that old age is indeed blest.

Youthfulness is like an unripe fruit
No scenty flowers and no offshoot
Just surviving on the good old root
To that ageing root we pay tribute.

The prestige of ageing is fourfold
With baldness, wisdom will unfold
With gray hair, anger is controlled
With wrinkles, beauty is extolled
When you get old, you are Gold.

Who still wants to be young forever?
Ask me and I'll reply: Not me, never
Wake up, age is just another number
Your legacy is what makes life better.

You may feel weak, feeble and cold
Your sight may fade and be on hold
Speech impaired with words untold
But do not despair for old is Gold.

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Other poems: A Survivor's Account, Journal of a Cyprian, The Voice, All Roads Lead To Home, From The Memoirs of Mr. Cupid, Old Is Gold,