Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer
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Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer Poems
I Am A Poet
Listen to the words rolling out of my mouth like thunder, Just pause a moment, And give a thought to the thoughts, Oozing out of my mind like fire.
The Monster And The Empty Promises
It was Olufunmi who saw him first, When she was out to gather firewood, For the evening crab soup, That never contain crab.
The Ball Of Flame
Down, down and down It descended from the sky like rain. Down and fast like a fallen
Hope And Faith
Beautiful chicken cackling around, Sunbathing with their caring mother, Singing sonorously in hope of the future to come, If the claws of the eagles could be outrun.
The Distance Wailing
I heard it from afar, The beating of the konga with its deafening melody. I saw it from a distance, The burning of the fire with its blinding smoke.
Hide Not Your Face My Son
Fear not the clouds that gather, O'erhead like a mighty army. Emulate the bravery of your father, And cower not on a day so stormy.
The Praying Voice Beside The Osun River
The smiling sun above gave no indication of the voice, Yet, out of the frightening silence it mumbled, Sending down the spine a feeling of loneliness so infectious, Reminiscent of solitary human existence in the jungle.
The Birth Of An Angel
Even the stars are smiling today, As the angels raise their trumpets in singing, Oh yeah! Heavens is happy. When on the marking of a day one of them,
You Are Life And Death To Me
When on that summer night under your wings, The feaces in which I travelled expelled, My fingers though without the royal rings, Your greetings, doubts of royalty dispelled.
Come, oh thou Ghost so Holy, And let our mortal souls so inspire. Let thy our Word in our hearts taste like roly-poly, And thy divine light in our minds burn like fire.
Weep Nigeria Weep
Fourteen years already gone, And our tears still flow, Our vehicles' wheels still jog on the roads, Our stomachs still ache,
Scylla (The Song Of Sorrow Of A Distress...
Will you loosen your hold on me, Oh, you ancient monster? Will you release me and let
Our Songs Of Distress
Sorrows fill our hearts, Pains fill our souls, We regret coming to earth, Our clothes are sweat soaked.
The Starry Dreamy Night
Infinitely stretch outside the fields of green Stalks of corn gloriously praising the creator.
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I Am A Poet
Listen to the words rolling out of my mouth like thunder,
Just pause a moment,
And give a thought to the thoughts,
Oozing out of my mind like fire.
Lend me your ears and I shall sing you lullulabies,
And lull you to a peaceful sleep like a newborn.
Come near me and feel,
The vibration of the lyrics,
Of my heart shattering dirges.
Yes, pass across my way
And the rhymes of my
Drumless songs will not
Make you dance but
Siphon out tears from your eyes like raindrops.
But you say I am no poet.
I ask you 'Who is a poet? '
You say ...