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OFFENCE TELEVISES DOOM & OTHER BEAUTIFUL POEMS

By Adeola Ikuomola
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OFFENCE TELEVISES DOOM
Ascending with a roar
Descending as a boar
The sea is like thunder
Dispensing his wonder
The crown is drowned
As the sceptered dawn
The scepter is downed
In a pure palatial gown
Defence remains boom
Offence televises doom
In the exploding towers
Implode bloody powers
THE SEARCH FOR PEACE
Pure souls crave an atom of peace
To desecrate the monumental war
The dry bones of peace for a meal
Subdues the huge elephant of war
Our soles sing for peaceful sandal
The weakest rays in a dying peace
Is brighter than bold beams of war
Take me to paupers born as peace
Off from the kings crowned for war
My heart shall play as joyful organ
NIGHTMARE HAS BEEN HERE
Nightmare has been here
Showing off her eerie hair
My view she sought to hear
About an extraordinary hare
Breaking the bones of an heir
WITH THE MOONLIGHT AS THE SUNLIGHT
I had a dream under the mango tree
The moon and the stars never seen
Lept out of the darkest sky wards
With their smokeless blaze
To brighten the world
With floodlight
Till now
Like the
Bright sunlight
With the scarce sword
As my tongue could scoop
I partition a forgotten metaphor
From the similies of my stammering
Thundering in the alliterated hyperbole
RIVERS STATE AT FIFTY
Fifty brilliant years of prosperity
In human and natural resources
Fifty golden years of bright light
On the industrialised lampstand
Fifty sharp rays of bold sunlight
In dimensions for the moonlight
Fittingly for peace and harmony
E-voted Rivers State Mother Star
Fifty fruitful years of revelations
Anchored in dreams and visions
Keyed into the African drumbeat
Upon our extraterritorial rhythms
THE RAINFALLS ARE ETERNAL HEROES
The rainfalls are the eternal heroes
Dealing the world with liquid blows
Huge bridges crawl beneath zeroes
For the promoted waterbasin flows
When the huge cock of love crows
Like the rays of the blazing arrows
At the tyrannical solitude it throws
The life flame in the bone marrows
When the floral floor is seen flawed
With beaded beards and cold cloak
Harvesters drawn to the vile floods
As religiously enraged clerics' clock
The storms launched strong protest
To the lands over the sealed sounds
On full ranges of capability contests
To effectively ruin the bleaky rounds
Adeola Ikuomola
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