Adeayo poetry

Lounging in my office

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Fri, 04 Mar 2022 06:35:00 +0000

Lounging in my office

All alone am here;

Lounging half awake.

Idly listening to the wind

Blow through my window.

One tired feet on my laden desk;

A picture perfect symbol of tired.

Me and the wind had a talk;

He was howling all his woes

At globetrotting a thousand times.

I was silently bewailing my fatigued self.

We both have been overworked for the day.

Mine has come to a pause,

His is still in play.

I envied him his freedom at first

But then I wondered aloud,

What he saw in my state to feel bitter about.

He told me in his whooshing speech,

How he has no pause from work;

Can’t even grow tired without dying.

Work is his life and recurring hell,

And there’s no end to his walks.

Although we had a grumbling talk;

A ghostly, refreshing opening of the mind,

And we envied each other our states.

We both knew, deep down we can’t

Switch places or swap fates.

I know I’d rather work hard half the day

And have the time to rest like now,

Than trot the globe like the wind

Lounging apace in my office.

©️AdeayoPoetry

03/02/22

Bow the heads

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Sat, 12 Feb 2022 19:00:00 +0000

Bow the heads

We bow our heads

As if in worship

As if we are in church

In religious piety

We bow our heads

All day in contemplation

No care to changes around us

Oblivious to all but it

We worship it so much

We can’t do without

Staring into its rectangular face

We bow our heads at our phone

AdeayoPoetry

Unique words to replace "you are welcome"

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Sun, 10 Oct 2021 06:37:00 +0000

Here Are 14 Unique Words You Can Use To Replace "You are Welcome".

1. Everything is fine.

2. Oh, anytime.

3. I am happy to serve you.

4. Of course.

5. Pleasure to help you.

6. Glad to help.

7. Doesn't matter.

8. Don't mention it.

9. It's not a problem.

10. You have it.

11. It's nothing.

12. It's my pleasure.

13. Never mention.

14. Anytime.

Aesthetic arts

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Fri, 17 Sep 2021 20:12:00 +0000

“Every artist was first an amateur” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

🎨 by Nusenu Prince

“Creativity takes courage” – Henri Matisse

🎨 by Bob-Nosa Uwagboe - Inspired by the END-SARS movement.

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” – Pablo Picasso

🎨Hysteria by John Ogbote

“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” – Thomas Merton

🎨 by Babajide Olatunji

“You don’t take a photograph, you make it” – Ansel Adams

🎨Obafemi Awolowo by Marnabas Macaulay

“A picture is a poem without words” – Horace

🎨A Sense Of Identity by Innocent Chikezie

🎨 The Longing by Sydney Osioh

“We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.” – Bob Ross

🎨Ibile by Fagunrosi Segundo

🎨Some works of Freddie Cabral

🎨By Ben Ibede

This scene is so relatable 😊 🎨 by Lateef Olajumoke

🎨Sculpture by Kehinde Wiley

🎨 Awelewa by Eyitayo Alagbe

“Creativity is contagious, pass it on” – Albert Einstein

🎨 the baby and his mother by Koku Jones

Word Carvings by Akram Saffan

🎨Love beyond degree by Innocent Chikezie

“Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do” – Edgar Degas

🎨 by Bob-Nosa Uwagboe - Inspired by the END-SARS movement.

“The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke” – Jerzy Kosinski

Can you picture this scene in your environment? Shadows of the evening by Innocent Chikezie🎨🎨

🎨Rural Mass Transit by Dafe Sowho

Aesthetic arts

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Fri, 17 Sep 2021 19:24:00 +0000

“Every artist was first an amateur” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Creativity takes courage” – Henri Matisse

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” – Pablo Picasso

“You don’t take a photograph, you make it” – Ansel Adams

“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” – Thomas Merton

“We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.” – Bob Ross

“A picture is a poem without words” – Horace

“The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke” – Jerzy Kosinski

“Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do” – Edgar Degas

“Creativity is contagious, pass it on” – Albert Einstein

🎨 by Nusenu Prince

🎨 by Bob-Nosa Uwagboe - Inspired by the END-SARS movement.

🎨Hysteria by John Ogbote

🎨 by Babajide Olatunji

🎨Obafemi Awolowo by Marnabas Macaulay

🎨A Sense Of Identity by Innocent Chikezie

🎨 The Longing by Sydney Osioh

🎨Ibile by Fagunrosi Segundo

🎨Some works of Freddie Cabral

🎨By Ben Ibede

This scene is so relatable 😊 🎨 by Lateef Olajumoke

🎨Sculpture by Kehinde Wiley

🎨 Awelewa by Eyitayo Alagbe

🎨 the baby and his mother by Koku Jones

Word Carvings by Akram Saffan

🎨Love beyond degree by Innocent Chikezie

🎨 by Bob-Nosa Uwagboe - Inspired by the END-SARS movement.

Can you picture this scene in your environment? Shadows of the evening by Innocent Chikezie🎨🎨

🎨Rural Mass Transit by Dafe Sowho

Tropical rain

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Sun, 05 Sep 2021 14:48:00 +0000

The call of the rain

The much awaited tropical rain

Pitter patter in large rain drops

A final squeeze from the dry tear duct

Welcomed to cleanse the land

Let all that whither stand

In concert with the windy rain

A welcome relief from the self-inflicted pain

Of dust clouds and coughs

And catarrh streaming down the cuff

Welcome the call of the rain

Now quiet, like its in vain

Or I hear the sound amiss

Is it so wrong to miss

The cold and goodly rain

That can wash away africa's pain?

©AdeayoPoetry

Love, Hate

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Sun, 22 Aug 2021 08:09:00 +0000

courtesy of vectorstock

Eternal love, undying hate

Both are sweet and sour

You choose which to taste

Love to one might be dour

Or perhaps a twist of fate.

Hello hate so sweet

Or love groaning in pain

Unsatiated heat

Burning out the shame

I feel a rumbling defeat

Imminent! It finally falls

All forms of love replaced

By the sweetest of all

Hate and anger highly placed

On the pedestal in the hall

I loath myself so strong

For the love I feel

For one so wrong

I know not what to feel

When love was still young

I fail to repent on time

And bid it ride along

Love and loath combine

As I tread this path along

Yet I knew you won't be mine

But I trod on with you

I hate my weakness, emotion

That made me such a fool

Sticking still to the motions

Even after knowing what's true

That we are not meant

To meet at all in the end

Nor till beautiful death

Makes us parallel

Even if we tried our very best

It was fun while it lasted

Least its a story well said

I'll still be sober like I've fasted

After you've gone on to wed

And love you till I'm wasted.

Goodbye my love

The years were well spent

In the little and great stuff

We've done and sent

All the way across

When we hail fellows well met!

©AdeayoPoetry

I don't use it that much anyway

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Mon, 16 Aug 2021 09:15:00 +0000

I found out something

Like I always do,

That "I don't mind" thing

That almost always is true.

I find I can't control my thought,

Or maybe just found it difficult

To tear myself away from a thought

My brain has attached to like a fault,

To share, dissect and solve.

To a new sudden flow

That wants to intrude on the curve,

To be worked on as first in tow.

I think my brain gets confused

On which to pick first,

When thousands clamor for it to choose.

And almost always thirst

To be first to go under the grinding blocks.

My brain literally goes over drive

To produce a hale of works, sharp as swords,

Smarting my skull, like an attack from a hive.

My speech stutters and falls

Like I've run out of what to say.

On the contrary, I have lots

But they come in heavy torrents a million way.

Hence, I tend to stammer or go mute

When a simple question is asked of me.

Like an amnesiac, or growing a sore tooth

I weary to talk as its too slow to free,

My mind of its heavy, roiling burden

I don't use it that much, anyway.

I feel more kinship between my writing,

And my mind than I can say.

©AdeayoPoetry

I have and you don't

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Sun, 15 Aug 2021 09:58:00 +0000

I have something you don't

An abiding hope, maybe its me

But I see people loose their wont

On things they hope to see

In themselves and don't

But no, that's not for me

I have this hunger

That is never quite sated

Its my lifeblood, my heart's fire

It sustains and leaves me breathless

To continue on, even through pyre

Till I've become what I was fated

I can't stop for breath

My loved ones can't wait

I shall drop the burden when I'm set

At the peak without shame

To draw all of them

To the peak I've attained

But for now I trudge

Along the road

Though stones and thorns

May stay on my way as I go

I shall crush those I can or dodge

Those I can't, till I achieve my goal

©AdeayoPoetry

Too white!

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 07:27:00 +0000

she was dusty and rugged

like the whole bunch

including the one in front of me

selling me ground melons.

her long-sleeved shirt,

torn at the armpit showing brownish looking hair

(which I believe might smell as much as it looks,

as she pulled down a bag of satchet water from her head.)

was rolled to her arm, no different from any random trader in the dusty market

till i saw why she stuck like a sore thumb

on her dusty, right, big toe

was fixed, like a diamond ring on a pig’s nose;

a fake nail, the only lone one shining on the otherwise dusty feet.

in a glossy, bone death inducing, crawly, unbelievable white

so out of place,

I thought for once it was an illusion of the dusky light

setting in at the horizons, till on second glance I confirmed it

on the person who did the honours of having it.

all through my stay in the market enduring the noise and dusty hubbub

my mind kept yelling “to white! too white!! too white!!!”

©AdeayoPoetry

Choice!

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Thu, 12 Aug 2021 16:40:00 +0000

image by shutterstock.com

'Jump the queue, jump the queue!'

That little devil sings like a banshee

To those little bells useful for fetish.

The reasoning voice in quiet sleep

No counter to the shriller, give?

Well, then I guess I'll jump the queue.

We all have criminal tendencies.

To challenge the rules; in our blood.

We subconsciously think we are a god.

But gods don't jump the queue

And certainly do not have options to choose.

Silly mortals with extreme pride frequencies.

We delight in breaking the law

An achievement, we think. If we do

Bragging heaven and earth like fools.

Yet those laws keep us free

From the devourers roaming deep

In the badlands outside the walls.

We think being free

Makes us into a god?

Who can raise and make fall.

gods envy us as well

For we can choose heaven or hell.

Which is something they can never be.

©AdeayoPoetry

Bloodwood

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Thu, 12 Aug 2021 16:35:00 +0000

The wood was sawed off

Spilling its precious sap

Like flesh torn apart

Gore and blood running off

The bloodwood

Eaten into with serrated teeth

Lobbed off its feet

Like a roughly cut morsel of food

We are getting cut in two

No unity in sight

People and government in a fight

One side bleeding like the gopher wood

I wonder and ponder

If we can ever live in peace

I can feel a revolution piece by piece

That will tear us asunder

If our blood be the sap

That will end up spilt

To ensure there is a split

From corruption, let it be a bleeding tap.

Just like the bleeding wood

Grievances accumulating for centuries

Over our plundered treasuries

Will spill out strongly very soon

To those who think us fools

Though today we bleed

Tomorrow you may be the one to plead

When your evil deeds catch up with you

#deeds

#sorosokey

#EndBadGovernance

©AdeayoPoetry

Russian Roulette

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Thu, 12 Aug 2021 16:28:00 +0000

I played Russian roulette

With my troubles

I won repeatedly

Till I thought I was a winner

Yet he refused to die

He won for the first time today

And the death slot is in my hand

Facing my temple.

My turn to pull the trigger

And I know this is the last

Time I'll ever do

©AdeayoPoetry

Yin Yang symbol

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Thu, 12 Aug 2021 16:23:00 +0000

Heaven and Hell is a symbol to me;

a balance of good and evil.

One exist for the other,

And none is without the other.

Most people say they are not evil;

look themselves in a mirror and lie straightfaced.

I don't have a mirror, but if i do.

I will be truthful and say I'm a bit of both;

Leaning closer to the darkness every single day.

We all are; light and darkness combined,

Both related. And influence of their conflict,

Reflects even in the good we make.

For good to one, is evil to another.

And evil to one, is good to another.

Too much good itself can be a form of evil,

And he, all alone is not whole.

His companion must follow.

Hence, the concept of good and evil,

Light and dark, Heaven and Hell.

All contend, but none prevail.

All in a flux of balance,

Which keeps nature safe.

We are children of nature,

And should come to terms with it.

Embrace the good as well as evil,

And keep both in balance.

That's the way to it,

And I know of no profitable way either.

©AdeayoPoetry

Domino

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Thu, 12 Aug 2021 16:19:00 +0000

I always thought I had a chance

To be in the highest peak

A cloud nine existence

Having so great a fall

The future is bleak

I thought the peak was in my grasp,

A grip and forward thrust away.

Then like a Domino, my world collapsed

Marble by marble

Part by part

When you've seen everything fall

All around you, then you realize,

There's nowhere that'll take you again

Except the lowest of the low.

There you've got nothing to loose.

He didn't fail that falls

He fails when he lost the will to fight

I might have fallen low

But I'm not about to fail

Who knows, I might rise above in one shot

©AdeayoPoetry

Rules to teach your son

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Wed, 11 Aug 2021 21:19:00 +0000

1. Never shake a man’s hand sitting down.

2. Don’t enter a pool by the stairs.

3. The man at the BBQ Grill is the closest thing to a king.

4. In a negotiation, never make the first offer.

5. Request the late check-out.

6. When entrusted with a secret, keep it.

7. Hold your heroes to a higher standard.

8. Return a borrowed car with a full tank of gas.

9. Play with passion or don’t play at all…

10. When shaking hands, grip firmly and look them in the eye.

11. Don’t let a wishbone grow where a backbone should be.

12. If you need music on the beach, you’re missing the point.

13. Carry two handkerchiefs. The one in your back pocket is for you. The one in your breast pocket is for her.

14. You marry the girl, you marry her family.

15. Be like a duck. Remain calm on the surface and paddle like crazy underneath.

16. Experience the serenity of traveling alone.

17. Never be afraid to ask out the best looking girl in the room.

18. Never turn down a breath mint.

19. A sport coat is worth 1000 words.

20. Try writing your own eulogy. Never stop revising.

21. Thank a veteran. Then make it up to him.

22. Eat lunch with the new kid.

23. After writing an angry email, read it carefully. Then delete it.

24. Ask your mom to play. She won’t let you win.

25. Manners maketh the man.

26. Give credit. Take the blame.

27. Stand up to Bullies. Protect those bullied.

28. Write down your dreams.

29. Take time to snuggle your pets, they love you so much and are always happy to see you.

30. Be confident and humble at the same time.

31. If ever in doubt, remember whose son you are and REFUSE to just be ordinary!

32. In all things lead by example not explanation.

By Dara Feed mind

©AdeayoPoetry

Discontent

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Tue, 10 Aug 2021 10:24:00 +0000

There is an indignant lump of discontentment in my throat

Like a morsel that won't go down, stubborn like a goat

I hate me this time with a scowling frown

Its november and everyone and thing is all brown

She just left me in a white gown

(At least I've finally lived with that reality for now.)

These moments of waking to life

Gives me the lumps and an unhealthy thump

In my heart riddled with HBP

Breathe in deep, out over and over again

Don't let that final, thin thread of reason fail

Or you'll plunge down the sink

Twirling inside out like a piece of shit.

You are a worthless piece of shit anyway.

Don't flush, don't flush.

I don't loose reason, well at least not when I'm sane.

Those silky thin thread keep the five minutes grace

of regrettable and remorseful insanity in cage

(Everyone almost always have their moment of shame)

Only when I'm angry beyond reason

Do I loose any semblance of control to sweet rage.

Let the beast out to take a walk, stretch a leg

Perhaps rear its ugly head in an otherwise messy shed.

©AdeayoPoetry

Up and down

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Tue, 10 Aug 2021 09:46:00 +0000

Up the hill and down the meadows.

I went, slowly up and rapidly; more like free fall, down.

The sun beat down fiercely and

My back felt burdened on my way up,

Sweat suffused my face before I got to the top.

Coming down, the sun was up but,

The breeze made me feel cool and better.

And i sweated less though I sped more.

Going up is quite difficult, more difficult

Than coming down.

But the most difficult of all is staying up.

That altitude is lonely, hot and stifling.

Its much better staying down.

At least there are countless shadows,

To shade from the heat,

And the breeze to make the trip worth it.

Than the lonely top where you loose

All aspirations and feel stifled,

And fearful of falling.

I'd rather go up and down.

Knowing I can go up if I want,

To satisfy my vain idea for greatness.

And down if i feel,

I need the peace of mind the bottom offers me.

I like being in control,

And not on the top with all my might.

like some do. Who fall off,

Without as much as an ounce of strength.

I want to reach up with my tank full.

Come back down like the wind,

And up again with my tank full.

Its more fun than being stationery at the top.

©AdeayoPoetry

The king is naked

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Sun, 17 Jan 2021 12:46:00 +0000

Just like the king's beautiful clothes;

Invisible to all except the wise.

We're adorned in raiment of lies

Our leaders make us suppose,

Is truth in our eyes.

And naive as we are

Believe it, hook, line and sink,

Grab the bait

And sink down into oblivion.

Just like we found the king is naked,

The truthful lies from our eyes

Like scales from bathemeus eyes,

Fell off to reveal ourselves;

Slaves in our leaders eyes.

Revolution against that crippling lie

Became an inevitable thing.

Then we died en masse,

Under the tricksters orders.

©adeayoPoetry

Rolling stone

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Sat, 09 Jan 2021 13:37:00 +0000

Up the hill and down the meadows.

I went, slowly up and rapidly; more like free fall, down.

The sun beat down fiercely and

My back felt burdened on my way up,

Sweat suffused my face before I got to the top.

Coming down, the sun was up but,

The breeze made me feel cool and better.

And i sweated less though I sped more.

Going up is quite difficult, more difficult

Than coming down.

But the most difficult of all is staying up.

That altitude is lonely, hot and stifling.

Its much better staying down.

At least there are countless shadows,

To shade from the heat,

And the breeze to make the trip worth it.

Than the lonely top where you loose

All aspirations and feel stifled,

And fearful of falling.

I'd rather go up and down.

Knowing I can go up if I want,

To satisfy my vain idea for greatness.

And down if i feel,

I need the peace of mind the bottom offers me.

I like being i control,

And not on the top with all my might.

like some do. Who fall off,

Without as much as an ounce of strength.

I want to reach up with my tank full.

Come back down like the wind,

And up again with my tank full.

Its more fun than being stationery at the top.

©AdeayoPoetry

Time

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Fri, 08 Jan 2021 21:44:00 +0000

Tick tock, tick tock

The time runs out

Battling through my work

The sweat pours out

My work this day

Is to beat the time

That ticks each day

To annoying rhyme

I hope to God

My work is done

And like a cod

Tempted by bait not yet gone

I might rejoice

In my brief freedom

Away from noise

From the bent iron kingdom

That angers and vex

My slothful soul

That wish a little rest

As its ultimate goal

©AdeayoPoetry

Life And In between

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Fri, 08 Jan 2021 21:14:00 +0000

Life is like binary.

You can be one or zero,

No in betweens.

You can be on or off,

Just like a switch.

You can win or loose,

No deuce or draws.

You can be living or not,

None is undead.

You can be true or false,

No halves.

But i want other options,

If i can't have it, I'll make one.

Being me today, another tomorrow.

It makes me unpredictable, yet predictive.

I can be good today and be evil tomorrow.

I only have once, so I know I will die someday.

Then why not sample all the options life has to offer?

so that in a way,

I can be in between the binary.

There is a reason I have a choice,

And it is to choose.

Not dread the result and slow and delay

On what to choose.

Sample everything, the opportunity may not come again.

Savour every taste, it may be your very last.

©aypoetry

Happy new year 2021; remember

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Fri, 01 Jan 2021 09:05:00 +0000

To all who tried and failed

To reach this new year.

To all who fought and died.

To all who got killed

By their own country.

To those dead, we will not forget

Why you died and the deeds you left.

Its a new year and we dine

Thanking God for seeing this day

Amidst all odds of pandemic,

civil strife in countries

Or the fires that nearly ruined Australia.

Still, here we are

Breathing the air, under masks

But breathing all the same.

Wining and dining sparingly

But we dine all the same.

Yet in all this happiness we must,

In all due faith remember,

Those we lost to the past year

And learn from their deeds,

As we lay down a new year resolution.

Happy new year

And I hope this year's happier

Than the gloomy 2020.

©AdeayoPoetry

Jumanji 2020; the game

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Thu, 31 Dec 2020 13:47:00 +0000

I'm patiently waiting.

Waiting for this unpleasant game to end.

This seeming never ending game,

Of which I'm an unwilling gamer.

I've failed in dating.

Watch my heart break to the end.

This falling out of fame,

Its like this game is a tamer.

I've fought the viral uprising,

Stayed home till depression nearly send

My lonely soul out of a name.

I nearly bought the farm like a simple farmer.

I've stood watching,

As those i voted snuffed out my friends,

Like in the hunger games,

The shock lands like an hammer.

The horror rushing,

Like zombie apocalyptic fiends.

I hate this game,

I lament its a cunning scammer.

I'm hallucinating;

I think we are near the beginning of the end

But why are we in a cage

While around us, the animals gather?

I'm patiently waiting,

For when this game will end.

I shall shout out its name,

With a middle finger "jumanji!" To make it scatter.

©aypoetry

Universal balance

noreply@blogger.com (Adeayo) — Wed, 30 Dec 2020 11:49:00 +0000

Heaven and Hell is a symbol to me;

a balance of good and evil.

One exist for the other,

And none is without the other.

Most people say they are not evil;

look themselves in a mirror and lie straightfaced.

I don't have a mirror, but if i do.

I will be truthful and say I'm a bit of both;

Leaning closer to the darkness every single day.

We all are; light and darkness combined,

Both related. And influence of their conflict,

Reflects even in the good we make.

For good to one, is evil to another.

And evil to one, is good to another.

Too much good itself can be a form of evil,

And he, all alone is not whole.

His companion must follow.

Hence, the concept of good and evil,

Light and dark, Heaven and Hell.

All contend, but none prevail.

All in a flux of balance,

Which keeps nature safe.

We are children of nature,

And should come to terms with it.

Embrace the good as well as evil,

And keep both in balance.

That's the way to it,

And I know of no profitable way either.