Monthly Archives: August 2013

No Season

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Breathe love into me
Love like flame
Burning in my heart
I’m willing to let the flame
Engulf me
You can’t escape its intentsity either
I found you
And found happiness
My heart found shelter in your eyes
I became alive for you
Your love made me real
Now that I found you
Now that I know you
I found a world of joy in
your eyes
To your laughter I
feel like dancing
At your anger I feel
like holding you in
my arms
When you love me
My eyes filled with tears
Always and forever
You are mine
And I am yours
Not for one day
Not for one moment
But for my whole life
For love knows no season

        (c) Olufunke Kolapo

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Through the Belly Button

       

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Curled up in my little chamber
My thumb stuck in my mouth
Bored sore with nothing new to see
Mine eyes wandered around
And finally rested on a little hole,
“How come I’ve never seen this before?”

                    

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I moved closer, just to sneak a peak
He looks so tall with a worried look
An untouched dish, a lean and pale hand
A swollen foot, placed heavily on a stool
Then I heard that sound
That I have come to know
He was holding a bowl
And she was throwing up into it
With his other hand
He patted her back.
I long to hold her hands
Put my head on her chest
Tell her it would be alright
That the morning sickness
would soon be over
That her retching can cause
me no harm
That it’s okay to cry sometimes
It doesn’t mean I would be born
with red swollen eyes
Tell my father, that he is
Doing all his best
And she knows it too
It’s just her hormones
working overtime
And to both of you
When you finally get to know me
All your worries and troubles,
Your sleeplessness and restlessness
will be forgotten
For this bundle of joy
Is yours forever.

              

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(c) 2013 Olufunke Kolapo

The Bleeding Heart

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A broken body
A shattered heart
A lonely soul
A dashed hope
Is how his heart found mine
Found to mould what is left of it
More than a mate he is
Care and concern he brought along
With enduring love to flavour them
A perfect body
A warm blood
A big heart
And a youthful look
All seal in one body
With promise of more
A heart broken by love
It’s said can only be healed by love
But this duo,
A broken body and shattered heart
This cannot heal.
And what can heal it
I know not
A crushed hope it can fix not
This love is not mine
She sings at dawn and dusk
Oh, how I have waited so long for you
Now that I can have it not
Now that I can keep it not
It comes a calling
On a heart oozing blood
On a body
Not fit for a savage.
Love for a spurting heart
Passion for a damaged body
Oh fate!
Oh love!
How cruel thou art!

(c). 2013 Olufunke Kolapo
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The Train of Thought

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A broken mirror, a ticking clock,

An off-center piece, a crippled walk,

A hopeful man and boy who fought

For passage on the Train of Thought.

 

It bridges paths across this realm

Of swirling dreams, afraid they fell

Plunging into madness, climbing out

Wondering what they had just fought about.

 

The mind forgives, the mind forgets,

But all the Heart does is relent

And tries to sway Mind of its taut,

Disrupt, derail, the Train of Thought.

 

But the Train runs on no tracks

It makes its own as it moves back

And forwards too, and to the sides,

This Train deceives a mortal Eye.

 

And no mortal Eye shall gaze upon

The Train, for the Eye’s gaze is drawn

By rumors, whispers of the Heart

Which bathes Eye in light, seeing dark.

 

But despite the evil Heart’s ill will

The Train forges on, continuing till

The Mind gives…

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Wind Of Life

Olufunke Kolapo

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The dancing chandelier
The rustling curtain
The humming through the trees
The howling wilderness
Heralding the presence of the wind
Sometimes it comes softly, slowly
blowing towards us a gentleman
bringing a sweet calm to the soul.
Other times a low whistle
the trees swinging to its rhythm.
We are the leaves, swaying and swirling.
Life is but a challenge we must face,
we sing to calm our troubled souls
just to ease the pain and sorrow
it brings along.
When it blows against us
a fiery whirlwind
a howling wilderness
twirling us violently in its anger.
Some hold their faith for support
others their footings to find,
firmly on the rock they thought.
They are the prey,
the not so lucky, dragged
along in its fury
not a sign to sight,
nor a trace to tell of its passing,
like a sailing ship across the wave.
But the wind-blown

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