Dotun Adegbite
By
John Jimoh
The Wings of Destiny
Nurtured gracefully in trims and cares
Ages flock unveiling lines of realities
To propel its direction and prowess
A giant effigy to stand or fall
Destiny has got the wings
In the wings of destiny
There is glide, effortlessly to cache!
There is crack, a wasteful life to live!
Nocturnal is divine and divine is nocturnal
O Immortal reigns, my destiny I cling
Hoodwink in the shadow of illusion
Hangs of graces and pleasures
veiling the length of growth
Fragile as it may shrink
There is a river of thrill
The wings are ripe
So firm and tough
Soaring a man to Height undaunted
A pretty cause of life
A support to graft
Providence lays wreath on destiny’s wing!
The Treasure Seed
It’s a seed with some jagged cuticles
It’s a seed so hard and firm in peels
It’s so hard to die to live
It’s been from one hand to the other
Yet no one holds calmness to its mystery
But it must die to live–a mystery in the woods
In the hands of the Parent…a value jettison!
In the hand of the Priest…utter desecration!
In the hand of the Charlatan…fiendish mien!
When not in the know, they crafted it out
Some puffed it to the wind with vague intent
And as it tumbles down the earth
He found the treasure seed
He took it with passion and much delight
Enchanted it and the seed spoke for ardor
It unravels the mystery under its cuticle
It needs to kiss down the earth and dies
Rises again in the mystery of creation
The giant tree with matchless fruits
Merchandise in the time of dearth
He became, so rich and illustrious
Even those that rebuffed it came
Under its plea the treasure seed
In the rich vegetation he found!
John Jimoh
John Jimoh, a Nigerian, is schooled in Bradford University, UK and is a seasoned Computer Software Engineer that has much pleasure in Poetry and other creative works such as musical composition and story lines creation. He got his inspiration for writing from the orchestra lines of hymns sung in local church assemblies.
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