The EXPECTATIONS
In the beginning was the word
The famous unknown loves of word
Wombed from far flung times of destiny
In loaded letters, long and strong of imprints
Across seas and lands, miles of eyes and hearts
To be the smiles good in their mouths
To be the joys full in their spirits
To be the fulfillment deep within their souls
This word dropped as first in a seventy six of thrills
A seed of prophesied pregnancy, rich and thick
To grow and glow in a skeined transparency of a josephic journey
Of a hungered harvests of heart's fulfillment deep
In both nuclear and extended branches of his tree
A plum pluck of joy, many a savour of his flavour
In dreams and hopes nurtured much with loves and lots
The MANIFESTATIONS
Until the seed beautiful in growing spills and feels
Became a jealoused jesus in horrid herod's scream see
Of a foreseen sweet danger, impregnating straight with darkest anger
And lo! What now to behold:
A thirty nine times in tons of sting-stun storms
Of red rich ravage in dark attack damage
To steal, kill, destroy, by whatsoever means to deploy
Held hostage of poor ground at the back of intimate riches
In pummels of problems rich in hurts, cries and searing wishes
A dare scare stand stubborn against fasts and asks
A fiery filled war in hell hurted hates as matter of fact
The INSINUATIONS
Of which bloods became tired of a painful body
And waters watered down the flow of mutual walking
A shed of his old, for a new body, so bold
With multi-winged judgements on a global flight of "death" knell
In frightening words of farewell, so orphaned well in "it is well"
As it goes here and there in amazement and shaken of heads
Of a gossip toss on tongues and tired toss of talks
Chai! ! ! Kai! ! ! Walahi! ! !
The ANTICIPATIONS
But which cores calls a fierce battleground of hearts
The fam five and sprinkles of waters as skin and flesh so tight
In stoic union, stoke the frail future fire, to flame bright and loud
In the silenced loudness of a waiting and watching words of the past
Wombed with precise prophecy in a mirage of present's blind see
A trap of time bomb of the future that splinters the taunting tomb
Of the bloods and waters duo "death" spread of world's good news
Oh! It shall come to pass
It must sure fulfill all of its letters
For stubbornness sweetly stones his heart
Bravery brilliantly brims his being in steel
And he confidently treads others' loathes and dreads
Onwards…..forwards…..towards
The grand fulfillment of billions' blessing pregnancy
That pregnancy of prophecy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry elegantly penned in poetiic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Adewale. Please read my poem MANDELA. - THE IMMORTAL ICON.