Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Rookie - 495 Points (31 of July 1988 / Alagbado, Lagos.)

Euphony Of Myself - Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

The eulogy of my spirit
Which is the euphony of myself,
My soul rises from His temple
Bearing a big lamp
Bows in worship of poetry.

I am that undaunted pen
That writes on an uneven tablet
Some rhetoric pentametres.
I am the poet of ludicrous limericks,
I am the poet of witty didactics.
I write of canal, I write of spirit
Of loathe and of love.

I am the vibrant writer for the bored,
I am the philosophical poet of the day
Writing melancholies of life's ephemiralty,

I am the bare footed bard
I am the mortal poet
With an indefatigable heart
Toiling an inexorable path
To the starry sky.

I write verses of elegaic dirge,
I write odes to new moppet.
I am for the dead - I am for the living
The Sun has furiously frown'd at me-
At same me, the Sun has sedately smiled.

I am the worthless bagatelle
I am the famed noble eminent;
I am the rejected lad
I am the celebrated bard.

I thought of pleasures of Heaven
I thought of pains of Hell
If they are real, I will make one;
But if not, I will make none.

I have felt the chagrin of failure
As much as the prestige of success,
I moan'd and winced in distress
And I have rejoiced in great euphoria,

I am the rejected - I am the celebrated
I have recieved unmentionable hatred
As much as immeasureable love.

Thus, ask you me:
Whence are all these,
Whither are all these?
I have not the answer
For I, myself, do not know.
But go you thither
To that soul of mine
That worships His god of poetry.

When I sleep
It is but poetry,
When I am sad, let me write
For I will be happy.
When I am happy, let me write
For it will make me pensive.

Poetry is the path I tread
My head is full of it
My heart is brim'd of it
My whole soul is in it.

From poetry I am drunk
It controls my thought
It controls my life
Let my mouth be mute
My fingers and pen will never be mute.

An urgly physiognomy I posses
But my fingers are most beautiful
And for these reasons, a poet I be
I have no god, no love, no hobby
Poetry is my all.

I ate in the dish of poetry
Witty are mine own words,
I drank from the eternal cup
Of water poison'd of poetry
I have been cursed of poetry
In it I live
And in it shall I die!

Or let me die now
And wrap me with poems
And bare me to the cemetary
A coffin of poet, a grave of poet
I will be glad I die in poetry.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Form: Sapphic


Comments about Euphony Of Myself by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

  • Miraj Patel (12/29/2011 1:48:00 PM)


    love for poem.. all i can say is you rhyme every poem in your way.. and felt something different... nice work :) (Report) Reply

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  • (12/26/2011 6:55:00 PM)


    PS, Joseph - You do use lots of imagery - just edit your work more. I think you should make this shorter and it will work. Also, please eliminate all prose from your poetry. As when you say, I have no god, no love, no hobby - poetry is all. That is not really poetry. I am sorry to be blunt but I went to a workshop where we were told to be honest and point out what was what we liked and not. The first few lines of the poem were really promising....so make the rest of the poem like that. There is much that I like in this poem - but there is much that needs to be cut and you will have a strong poem. Trust me. :) (Report) Reply

  • (12/26/2011 6:50:00 PM)


    Well, I found you, a different way.

    I think you have potential as a poet. I think it would be helpful for you to
    think more in terms of using imagery and simile.

    Good luck!

    Judith
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  • Romeo Della Valle (12/26/2011 5:35:00 PM)


    Speechless! Security and wisdom breathe through your well penned and poignant writes! It is a great pleasure to read and enjoy such a thought provoking write from a young writer like you! This amazing write clearly shows your potential in the Poetry World! 10+++ Keep inspiring the World with more of your moving and touching writes! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 19, 2017


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