Hello Guys just discovered that this is a medium to have my work read and consrtuctively critizied, my compilation of called "Miles of the Mind"

Sit back and enjoy my Poetry, 

The Gong is gone!

With a heartbeat of a horse I slept
Hoping the eagle will nest in peace
The day was long and hard
From the chief no news was heard
Far in the desert his wounds they heal

Slow and steady I trudged to site again
To start the hard labour while punching my keys
Alas the pop-up was huge
DD-Direct has been shot!
Oh! What a pain to add to my discomfort
I live in a land with blood as a thirst

Again the ‘askaris’ are all over the scene
Sniffing the scent of the murderers long gone
Now, Dipo is added to the list
The roll call of felled soldiers in the war of nationhood
Please tell me this is a rumor
The pain makes little of a tumor

Why kill to serve the poor?
I don’t think we are worth that much
This is the question I ask my ceiling
But for years it has ignored me with white impunity
In fact why will I live in this community?
Sango –Ota where death comes damn cheap
The Gong is indeed gone!

                   Tribute to otunba Dipo Dina!
                                                  Omo-Ekun ‘2010

Nice piece, I take it I'm allowed 2 criticize right? Lemme wait for others to talk, I'm not always gon' be the 1st .

Thanx Rav,

your piece is poetic! But, in my opinion, I think your sentence composition does not quite relate well with each other. What I mean is they seem not to actually belong to one family and have independent meaning. Again, I believe u shud have earlier introduced the gong (will xplain later) before d last line. . . .*Lemme do some kitchen work, wil be back!*

Thanks slap1, I will look into your comments, i hope i get to taste out of the apu you are cooking,

^ u will. *be back!*

The Wait

Yesterday I took the long dreaded leap
I saw the white beautiful masquerade suck my blood
With a mischief in her eyes she draws a pint
Searching through my face as if for a clue
Little did I know that I was in for a spin

The day was long and weary
The night was filled with thoughts like a philosopher
Suddenly I realized this could mean an end
The beginning of the end with a date
But could this be true I asked my pillow
Alas it was too late to use latex

Today the wait will be over by noon
When again the masquerade will have its chance
Gbam! Gbam!! My heart beats like the Konga
In my hands I hold the verdict
Oh I hope the jury considered my innocence
How I wish I knew the Judge
Maybe I might walk home free

Suddenly my knowledge of words and letters failed
As I scrolled down the scroll of death
and the air in my car cold like Moscow
I noticed I was socked in furious sweat
N-E-G-A-T-I-V-E I murmured to myself
Suddenly I felt like I was alive again
Finally the Wait is over![i][/i]

Take Action, take the Test…….Omo-Ekun ‘10

Go for a second test, it may be positive this time, lol. Nice and simple piece!

tHANKS Slap1 but still waiting for my Apu, you think say i don 4get

Rumble on the Plateau

Once again we dagger wave
Slashing away the conscience of peace
Sending order to the lions cave
The crest and cross failed to cease
Even with the sheriffs in town

Once again the hell let loose
Filling the wells with flesh of men
Wondering what manner of clash is this
With the walls of tribe lies the revulsion
How drenched have we in our blood

The town crier shouts in pain
Not for the burden of the message
Deep in is back an arrow is fastened
Now his message will be for the gods
All in the name of the saints they kill

This is but absolute madness
Clubbing my neighbor of yesteryears
His son my daughter’s amore
His wife my pastors mistress
How else can we tame this viper?

Now that the dust is settling
Isn’t it time to call the village meeting?
Isn’t it time to make the dancers settle?
Oh we mourn, cry and wail
Only to wake up with our machetes
What a waste!
                  Omo-Ekun-Ilu Nla.

Good one. It is indeed sad that the solution to this insidious conondrum insists upon the form of an insipid meal of words which, after all, places everything in situ.

Now to the first poem. . . .I take it the piece aims at eulogizing the late Dina who obviously speaks for the indigent, hence the sobriquet, the gong. This given, I hold that you should have introduced the concept of the gong which speaks for the masses, bringing hope to the hopeless, love to the despised, etc. . . Only to become a captive of death! That way, we get to really bond with the whole set up. But introducing the gong at the very last line seem to hint that you are just eager to identify with the poem's title at all cost even without adequate elaboration. More importantly, it leaves a hungry hole which only the right words can fill. . .

Thanks Slap 1, Honestly i take the hint, will try and improve next time , once again tanx for the critic!

Ode to Mama….

From the very first day I saw your face
I knew there no way I could escape your love
Even though it came with the rod
The thought of those days give me joy
Now I knew why you had to scream
Maybe I could have become a tout
Groping in the dark high on stout

Now I know why papa was happy in those pictures
He got the right partner for the job
You clean, cook, cain, care, clap and even slap
Nevertheless you deliver with a smile
Often times I think you are too mysterious
How come you get much with just a little?
Like the biblical Mustard seed
Mama you move mountains

Your true color shows when am down
Even the doctors marvel at your skills
Your touch make my drugs work
At night you keep vigil while I snore
Just maybe I might need help you’ll say
Fanning me when the heat hit you most
For this my love for you will forever glow

Mama ill still tour the world with you
Show you the places we dreamt about
A day at Taj Mahal or a week in Barbados
Just say the word and you are there!
The thoughts of your tears make me week
I want to paste a smile on your face forever
If I could ask for one wish from papa
It will be to marry you all over again
You are a Mega Mum!

Omo-Ekun- Ilu-Nla

This is Lagos

Surrounded with water just like the earth
You lie close to the Atlantic plate
With streams criss-crossing your girdle
What a beauty to behold from the birds
Moving in and out in seasonal rhythm
Even when the heaven weep Lagos never sleep

Around here we see no limits
However the scuffle, the struggle remains on
The spirit of the town is sturdy
Sterile like a well groomed stallion
The thought of the island gives me ripples
The city where I tasted my first apples

In this street foxes are smarter
Hunters roam the corners treacherously
However taut the sheriffs keep vigil
The daylight owes gets there feeding
Here lie a people in endless chase
Every one dreams of a big catch

Huts here are tall and bold
Towering from north to south
This town is not for the dawdling
For me survival here is a calling
The homeward expedition is beaded
Evidence is sprawling illumination of machines
Still the foxes come along to feed
How I wish I have my Dane here

For all a care am in love with the aquatic
Nothing refreshes like salt on my feet
Decades from now the town will swell
Hell knows nothing about the fury of Lagos
Nomads will dump the heard just to see the sea
Now I know why I am arrested by it
The spirit of Las-gidi dwells within

Omo-ekun’10

Nice lines, good composition.

Tanx peeps!

;d

although, i have great difficulty in understanding "rumble on the plateau and "the gong"(if u'd elucidate a lil),brother, i love your verses , i love your lines.

THIS IS LAGOS is so tech, bro, you re tyt keep it up! peeps like me enjoy peeps with talents like yours!

VE U EVER GONNA CONSIDERED PRINT? IF you ve not, my advice is dat you do!

MORE LUBRICANT TO YOUR ELBOW!

There was an *error* in my last post! Just in case you can't make out what i said, it is: VE U EVER CONSIDERED PRINT?

@This is Lagos. The spirit of Las gidi dwells in your subconscious, providing immunization against any anti-Lagos(tic) forces. Despite the low moments et al, your spirit's hunger for Lagos, amplified by the seemingly trivial hunger of the salt water, triumphs over your body's desire to be far from this 'madness'. In the end, Lagos becomes a death you are willing to die. The spirit of Las gidi is indeed omni present.

@slap1
u kinda explaind my feeling in right words! Good job!

^^^ U're welcome, always.

You've got very great poetic lines, keep the good work up

i like the "this is Lagos" poem the best .

[b]Lights out…

The first time I heard you rap
I thought oh my God, what a chap
Your lyrics were smoking like a volcano
Even DJs shiver at your Tempo
Omo-ogun you’re truly a lyrical enigma
How come you ended it in your maxima?

Ah Barrack OGrin is gone!
Can someone tell me this is a pun?
Why can’t these special ones stay with us?
Is it their destiny to rush home in a rush?
You shared the dream to become Nigerian president
Infact you intended making Ajah your residence
Now you’re gone beyond the Zanga!

Na wa o my CEO
How come we never did a collabo?
Your originality is beyond mere words
Now I know why the grave holds talents beyond words
See tributes flowing like water on nairaland
Elegies from all the stars from the fatherland
Of a truth, olenu gan!

If I had the honor to write your epitaph
I will put a few words on our behalf
Just so that all doubts might be cleared
“Here lies a true naija boy……
Omo Ogun ton ba awon angeli fa poli papo…”
Lights out!


Tribute to DaGrin……….lee007’10.

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awww. . . brought tears to my eyes
RIP CEO AKOGUN OMO OGUN DAGRIN