Biography of Prince Rodoki
A child from the Western
Golden city of Lesh where
The somber sun glides for fun
And breaks the looms of pseudo-romantic
A child from the skies where wisdom flies
But curdles her ally, where children are
Topaz petals unplucked, unweaned, unwooed.....
A meek child from the wayward world where
Candid love is to be tasted like wine,
Such is my lot, such is my fate, now is my time.....
Prince Rodoki's Works:
Night and Nightmares
Where Thieves Break In
When a Looner Tones
Prince Rodoki Poems
Rest Rest Afresh
Oft had I learned to wade amiss In honed beams of feared craton bliss ‘Neath the tumult fly, the lad was a hue Of passion, pride and warm oceans so blue
The Silent Traveller
The past is now gone Like a night with a sun; Its deeds in a song Fondles a ready tongue....
Prayers For A Bride
May your children be born males well fit Or females sweetest life won't drift; Your palms coated with camwood Nurse them on to adulthood.
Bring Songs To Me
Sifting still through the past, at last The crows have crowed on its wreckage. Bring songs to me, birds of the African ties from tides That sprouted and stunted undammed.
Rubble Is The Last Rundle
A rundle well felt A peduncle to bear new life abreast The oddities of wildest quest Mortals seek and never seem to like
Come From The Cold
Come from the cold, come pure child Come from the mould that makes the racks chide Come from the fold: first of its pride Come with the gold; lay it on earth's landslide.
I Have Come
I have come with a voice, a hand to brush earth's façade green and thin filmed grenades to wand the warring wasps wangling the land, with ease
When Life Clasps Its Mad Fungibles
When life clasps its mad fungibles In crispy painless manacles We must wobble in a trend We are strong, strong and long
Whilst my life aches it cannot break It boils, brawls and brews brittle flake Mutant dreams that refused to speak All pulpy, squashed, one ungroomed teak
I Have Come
I have come with a voice, a hand
to brush earth's façade green and
thin filmed grenades to wand
the warring wasps wangling the land, with ease
have I conquered the cadence of folly sitting
lone and commanding, spitting
verses demanding and grungy curses besetting
the land upsetting, with ease.
I have come with a pain braided basket, two hoes