Michael Olajubu

Michael Olajubu Poems

A bird with broken wings,
Flushed under the radar of the sun,
Sat on the couch of silence
Awaiting what tomorrow brings.
...

A mother and child
Was stabbed to their bones
With tailored tears running wild,
...

Let's go down memory lane
You and I together
In a timeless plane
To the place our hearts once promised forever.
...

The stanch snow-slides of visages of my countrymen
Slice the minuscule might within me;
They are broken and beaten and blue
In the squelch stasis that ties the nation to a tree
...

When the fiesta of nature
Hushed the hush of the night,
Tamed tall trees twist and turn,
Dancing to cold rhythms and blues
...

Once upon a memory
Of days that strode in glory,
When sun and moon would show deference
And every moment as Christmas without difference
...

If the distance between you and me
is only measured by blurred sentiments
of worldly wrong and right,
that I'm BLACK and you're WHITE,
...

Let us remember our true identity
And express virtues that make us one,
Let us unburden our heavy hearts
From the woes that bar the light and sun
...

Through the downpours and floods
that sweep away the magnificence of our birth,
through the cacophonies of bleeding mothers
whose infants and laughter are silenced by nameless triggers
...

You could take away her voice,
Induce her to bury her thoughts
In the silence of imposed defeat
And frequently remind her of her faults
...

Five feet, four inches tall,
Got the curves and all
A simple lover craved for:
Tenderness, fineness and a bit more,
...

I don't stretch in the morning
When I wake
For the rhythmic cracklings of
My bones remind of where I ache.
...

You're either plump or thin or in between,
A perfect imperfection like a figurine;
It matters not the colour of your skin,
Tall or short, choleric or sanguine,
...

At every corner I turn,
I watch feminine mores burn;
Lewdness winks right at my face,
I see lasses, I see disgrace.
...

I walk alone broken, unseen,
Batty emotions bash and cudgel my brain,
Fury within has no kin, though keen
...

Jagged deeply into my spineless ear,
A grody toy draining fear
Out of my lungs, heart and soul.
Tremor netted control
...

Hushed black street
Before my eyes poses
Misty narrow alley
...

Michael Olajubu Biography

Michael Olajubu alias Jacobs Adewale is a poet, journalist and blogger. He bagged a Diploma degree in Inter-faith Conflict Resolution from United States Institute of Peace and Bachelor of Science in Mass Communication from Lagos State University, Nigeria. He has served as a reported cum editor in various newspaper establishments such as Nigeria News Direct, The Corpus, Community Mirror, etc. Michael took interest in poetry in 2009 and started writing as an undergraduate in 2010. He has writing numerous poems on varied themes and believes poetry is a tool for societal, political, religious, economical and moral awakening. He is currently the administrator of The Truth Media a non-commercial online Christian platform for promoting Christ and the initiator of Eye Opener an online poetry platform for poets. Michael is available via: Twitter - @jacobsadewale Instagram - @micjubu)

The Best Poem Of Michael Olajubu

A Bird With Broken Wings

A bird with broken wings,
Flushed under the radar of the sun,
Sat on the couch of silence
Awaiting what tomorrow brings.

A bird with broken wings,
Mousy before the fleeting breeze,
Winked at the sun-drenched scorching sky
As dolor to her soul horridly clings.

Tears sprang to her eyes
With smiles of sores
Her fretful face wore;
Plastered emotions began to rise

From the rueful root
Of her dampened spirit;
Yet her wings won't fly,
Broken they lay; crippled coot,

Feeble looking, forlorn,
Feathers bowed and sideways buried,
Glory slayed and concealed
With her flapping days dolefully gone
Like a bird with broken wings.

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