Youthfulness and some other poems.
YOUTHFULNESS
My mother tells of your
tale
In the forest of
strength
You step with vibrancy
You act spontaneously
Like the Iroko you
dream bigger
But season and time
weakens you
Your intellect swayed
in competition
Like now you begin
again...
You scars retells your
tale
Of regrets and
success
Your Youthfulness
Speaks
With joy and pain
Just like you are
tender and wild
Your guest of knowledge
Expand your chances
And all in the speed of
now...
I am young am right
Am youthful am hopeful
In spiral of time
I fade and fight to
unfade
Like the elephant i
dare all
But all dares me not
I am yesterday in you
today
In vigor i strive on...
COPYRIGHT
TIM TAIWO ADEBAYO
2010.
MOMENTS
GOOD…….. BAD……. UGLY
Oh! That I may love thee that I
may hold their hands in dawn and dusk with my head fixed in the grip of my
hands to a bait the swollen syndrome, feel the warmth and cool in between
thee like a luxury seeker feels the sandy shore by the ocean bank in
admiration blending his fantasies and realities into a perfect shape.
Oh! I remember, I was told at the
seventh day school that this globe tilts.
Some days demand you to outfits
them while some beckons you, please1 out play me, but some simply dare you to
out test them.
Oh! Now I see clearly … seasons
come and go. Here comes the season of abundance, where men merry more than
Mary the blessed virgin where smiles are worn more constantly than clothes.
The heart, in peace with ease.
Our worries already a cargo on the
lorries to Congo.
Laughter competes with the pace of
breath oh! Good season, who had blessed me with thee? Please stay, I will
decorate a large room in my heart for you, please don’t pay rent age, I love
you! Kiss me, caress me, inhabit me am yours.
Sweet are your touches, gentle are
your words. Oh! Master good, with you beautiful is life.
Oh! Bo0gone from me! You whims
leave tears. You sweep joy off sight. My frees don’t bear fruits Oh! My soul
courses you! Season. My heart is heavy and anguish, my ever present friend.
Oh! Begun, my soul despise thee be
gone, into the distant hand. I could run but I’ve crippled me.
Loose my spirit ye season. I am no
me I dare to exhale yet they say you make me stronger.
I’ve bribed the clock tick faster,
yet a minute seem to take extremity.
How long will you stay, I’ve eaten
me deep so, deep, truly deep leaving me with no memories, I am buried in
solitude, who will save, Yes! Save me from this season of day called BAD.
Oh! This globe still tilting. All
things oncoming and broken.
All things worn out an old. the
cry of the child by roadway , the creek of a lumbering cart, the wrong of
unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told I hunger build them genuine
and fit on a green knoll apart, with the earth and the sky and the water,
remade, like a casket of gold for my dreams – oh! Long will this moment of
shamble reign over me – life is a more – grill, not all good, not all bad and
not all ugly, in phases we live and in phases we will die. It’s beautiful to
live through phases.
Copy right 2008
Composed by Tim tawio Ade Bayo
MY
EXPRESSION MY EXPECTATION
A Condition from my heart it Shown
in our action it could be in form of spoken it’s a feeling that depth your
state of mind whether happy or sad my expression tells what is happening to
me. My expectation is my believe, My discipline or my way of life, My expression
show my present state of mind, My expectation show What am think about the
future. My expectation deals with ideas, option and feeling.
My expectation is my hope of
things to come and my expectation is hidden in my expression. My expression
shows my character and my attitude to a thing that is born in my expression.
Leave it as it’s as my expression is my action, my expectation is in my hope.
You cannot expect ‘That" which you don’t desire. You form the bed rock
of your expectation. You can have what you expect and it will be shown your
expression. You don’t have what you expect as a result of your unbelief and
doubt. Here is my expectation in expression.
COPY RIGHT 2OO8
COMPOSED BY
TIM TAIWO ADEBAYO
POWER
OF IDEAS
Its
has been said that ideas rules the world
Not
just idea, but Godly ideas
The
power of ideas is limitless
The
power of ideas is one of the greatest seeds own to this planet
An
idea is a deep thought that flows out from within
All
ideas are seeds
And
all seeds bring forth fruit
All
Godly ideas multiply
It
flourish and blown
All
ideas are in your inside
Think
them out and you
Will
increase your success in life is tide up
To
an idea from within your ideas and seed
Is
what create your everlasting harvest
Don’t
ever despise your little or small ideas
God
does not want our idea to die
He
invested our future in does ideas from within you
I
have discovered that ideas
Are
dreams seed ideas you don’t water
Will
soon whether away
I
have discovered that innovations/invention
Are
once am idea in the mind of is inventor
A
seed also a seed in the hand of a farmer when sown
It
germinates and grows into ideas and thought are seed
You
sown through deep creative thinking
The
power of ideas
Is
reflective in your action, emotion, character
It
will create your desired ideas
No
experience is without nothing
They
come in your ideas
Think
them out
The
power of ideas can not be over emphasize
It’s
God work in us
Only
ideas that are inspired and are based on Godly principle last long
©
copyright 2008
Composed
by
Tim
Taiwo Adebayo
FLASH
BACK
I
sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. In action, falsify my dreams, yet
memory of my dairies cloud me like the prodigal son.
My
clothes are toweled with sweet.
All
I dare is a recap of my escapades in the drilling rain. Some still had their
shapes, had their pride with it, while shapeless: others appear.
All
the beauties of life sublime days and nights are in matrimony and have vowed
never to bid me well with ease.
I
presently concurrently drive in a circle a lover begotten by a lover. My
destination wait where I it. Oh I search! What a worthless voyage! Pain
drains my brain.
Grains
sown never half my barn light desired never is sighted.
Oh!
These are my dark days.
Days
where my eyes cant see the sun days of regression and darted memory wash! My
image in the wooden box anchors by undertakens.Oh just a memory of my sweet
days.
A
flash back to lean on till my strength resurges.
A
flash back of the days of childhood- when love was seemed more than meals
when knowledge was variable fountain.
Give
me back at the speed of light and I will cherish them more than diamonds.
Be
cruel not with life. Stain not, my lane further, my path my treasure. Despite
the pressure I will leisure for some days in full I will catch the glimpse of
my sweet memories and soar.
Copy
right 2008
Composed
by Tim tawio Ade Bayo
MY
EXPRESSION MY EXPECTATION
A
Condition from my heart
Is
shown in mine action
It
could be in form of spoken word
It’s
a feeling that’s depth
Your
state of mind
Whether
happy or sad
My
expression tells
What
is happening to me
My
expectation my believe
My
discipline my way of life
My
expression shows my present state of mind
My
expectation show what am thinking about the future
My
expectation is mine idea, option and feeling
My
expectation my hope of things to come
My
expectation is hidden in my expression
My
expression shows my character and my attitude
My
expectation is birth from my expression
Leave
it as it is
My
expression is my action
My
expression is my hope
You
cannot expect what you don’t desire
It
forms the bedrock of your expectation
You
can have what you expect
You
can express what you have
And
it will show in your expression
You
don’t have what you expect
As
a result of your unbelief and doubt
Here
is my expectation in my expression
© copyright 2008
Composed by
Tim Taiwo Adebayo
WHERE ALL
Where
all we do is ripening in pleasure,
Where
all we care is cash me in and cash me out,
Where
all there be is face in and face out,
When
eternity draws its curtain and shade,
What
tale would wet the parts we trod?
What
truth would sit upon our tomb?
Where
all we seek is comfort’s spray and the joy that the sons of pleasure know,
Where
vanity becomes our pride and shame thin cover cloth
When
reality prevails with double sway
When
time pours its moral oil upon our head, seconds speak for minutes, minute
prevails over hour and marshal the day.
What
passion shall our days on earth disclose?
What
passion shall resume, when we lay quiet in grave?
What
bird shall tell the trees our tale?
Though
intelligence, riches and luxury may tenant our days.
And
our night be sweeten than the evening wind can tell,
All
wishes a reality.
Yet
life is vain and having a waste.
If
all we do is without a foot print.
Where
all we do is ripening in pleasure,
Where
all there is wine and dine.
What
tale would wet the paths we troll?
What
truth would sit upon own tomb?
Copy
right 2008
Composed
by Tim tawio Ade Bayo
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