Legs freeze jelly-numb! Breath watered to flakes
From a distant class, he longs,
Glued to a doubter’s dream, the image
Sought to crush his heart, to flash
...
Grey scalpel, grey slaughterers
Comb sideway of melding blood and brine, seriatim,
Stroke gold-yellow kerosene swells possessive of streets.
Burdened omnibus stabs the broken motorway,
...
Crow. Not crack
Raised on bird-gurgle, stray
Tunes shocked on the wave
...
'We know the path to promise, a richer cairn
Of kindest hearts.' It was nation, outspoken
In burdens, seeking the once misplaced
Barefaced revolts of every hope
...
Beyond mangled
Shadows of broken veils, it strove
A bolt of warmth far off the furrowed all;
Vapours, pore-breaching, of the first
...
Mandela, you were no more
Than the lash on my skin –
The fiery hairs wild wild, wave-breaking
As the ocean’s teeth on the running rind
...
Oyin Oludipe is a Nigerian playwright and editor. His poem, 'Student' was shortlisted for the 2014 Eriata Prize for Poetry. He is a contributing poet to two anthologies: '52 Years After' and 'The African Eyeball')
No! She Said
Legs freeze jelly-numb! Breath watered to flakes
From a distant class, he longs,
Glued to a doubter’s dream, the image
Sought to crush his heart, to flash
The sore of his love back in icy waves;
Words sleek beyond players ranting,
Beyond passion imaginable…
But no, she said
Three comb teeth stung his hair –
Or aches they were…three sudden recalls
For his eyes were bare. Honey warmth
Searched the corners of his mind,
His fingers thrust brave to mask the vision
Of lost desires, slow torture of loneliness ghosts.
Still they came, damp squibs of a moment’s
Firm purpose
But no, she said
And he saw his hair was harsh,
Thunders broke from a thousand pores,
A prodigal smile crept beneath a charming face
Of twisted thoughts
Shots over shots, they tease. The romance strained.
Fears came heavy in his breath.
‘Keep on! ’ his watchers cried
But no, she said
What misses in me, the sincerity in my eyes?
Are you finer than Aphrodite?
Reserved for ocean beds of twinkling shells?
No, she said
But wait!
Count the flowing streets, whose bellies
Stretch with scattered hearts of the world…like hairs…
Those are the beauty from your windows,
Your stolen wants cast away…
‘No’s belched from life herself…
Your strength fades to doubt
But no, I say
Where lays your ease, the combs you launch
In the eye of bumps? Lone mortal
Your heart is moist fence on which billions breed.
Be returned to yourself, the universe has sprung
New shoulders of pride, awaits your no, life-alike
So no, you will say
I am no fragment of a broken heart,
A broken dream, a broken hair…
I am the heart, dream and hair –
The unique spot on the face of the earth
Mr. Samuel, your poems gives inspiration to many writers. your friendship brings happiness to many people but the combination of both is a beautiful part of my life...keep the ink and script together
I thank you for inviting me to read your poetry! I enjoy it very much and looking forward to your next post. :)
Like a juggler perfoming tricks, Oludipe creates magic with words and ideas and puts forth amazing reflections! ! Hats off to this young talent! ! !
Sammy, my right thumb is seated upon to air and speaking the language of acceptance. One word. One line of 4 letters, AMEN. Gracias. We must take take the nation flag high!
His majestic hand, writes and natures the beauty of poetry, the young talent, that seek to marvell in every sphere of his writting skills, some great and amazing reflections, and emotions expresse, with thoughts, keep writting brothe Oludipe, You have a long magnificent poetic future ahead of you The_African_Son T_A_S (Th³_ªfR¹cª¬_šºN)
Wonderful poems you've got. Thumbs up.