Thursday, 25 October 2012

Listen

My ears itch to hear 
the sound of rain
laughing unrestrained
underground

My ears long to reach
where my heart is
to know the words 
to this song

so I can sing it
and retrace my steps
to that place I've been
many times before

yet unknown to me
I scale new heights
for my restless mind
to sing once again

©Adura Ojo 2012  


Saturday, 22 September 2012

Misunderstood

Source
Are your intentions misread?
Stretched to unbroken point
Beautiful head asking for
twists; no, twisted
That would be painful
for you to understand

Wouldn't want you thinking
too much now, would we?
That would be twisted
And asking for too much
Let's keep it simple
An easy equation

Mostly horizontal
Vertical, triangular
Quadrilateral even
As many figures as you like
if you're partial to an audience
Don't say I didn't warn you

Could get tiring
and we both know
a marathon isn't something
you're predisposed to
It's a common dream
Hardly a shared goal

As you cower in limp defeat
after combat; we both know
your bark waged valiantly
Another day in a tale
of disparate ambitions
And no headaches

©Adura Ojo 2012

'Misunderstood' came to me after a funny comment made in this post.

Sunday, 12 August 2012

Naked Lies

image by Francesca Woodman

when you stood before me
vulnerable in love it seemed
Yet lied through your teeth
I stopped breathing;
your pretensions
smoked me blue
I struggled to understand  
your need for a smokescreen
Smog of your filth filled my lungs
beckoning death's dream

naked as I was
to your bare faced lies
I could not see them
cushioned by my own truths
to myself, or so I thought
I fell hard
cracks in your armour
exposed my nakedness
I found
my shell to crawl into
save up daylight until
there was enough sun 
to get back out again
bury the ground where 

we once played house


©Adura Ojo 2012

Posted for Mag 130 

Friday, 27 July 2012

Three Things

Source

A quiet storm comes without warning
Laughing one minute and then 
a jab in the ribs
Pain or gain
Each with its strain

A day passes much without warning
While it ticks away, what's done is done
What's left is either not of gain
or causes too much pain
until there's nothing left

because the time has come
to end three things
Done
Undone
pain-loss-gain

©Adura Ojo 2012

So...Join us at Romantic Friday Writers, people! Read more entries in this week's challenge, below.

Sunday, 17 June 2012

Perfect Ex



it's a struggle to contain you
Three times you've tempted me this week
                             (And yes, I'm that weak)
                                               to let you in
you're unwavering
chase tactics legendary
      unrivaled; it's tiring
you want me all day long
can't do the gymnastics anymore, babe
                                   yet I can't escape
                                             I need you
                                         it hurts a fact
                  you're an indestructible gnat
                                                and a fart
you are greedy
getting in my head 
nibbling on my thoughts, tickling them
showing me what I'm missing
tantalizing me with your whiff,
your swagger, your taste,
touch, touch
feel, swallow
never regurgitate
(you're that good)
you taste that good
you're one of those things
never enough, yet
a little bit goes a long way
that's what we need to do
shame you won't stick to the deal
      it's down to me to keep it real

well I've got news for you, mister!
 just because you taste good
does not mean I have to swallow
bits of you that make me sick
yes I've got to have you
yes you'll always be in my life
Yeah I need you to live
I'll be damned if I'll die
a little bit of you is what I need
in my life, no longer my life
I'll have a bite of you
when it's safe for us
I''ll remind you of that after each mouthful
                              with a smile on my lips
                                   a smack and a smirk
                                             my perfect ex


©Adura Ojo 

images: google

 Posted as a second entry for Romantic Friday Writers - Prompt: Being the Perfect Ex.
"You'll Always be in My Life" is an 'Ode' to my struggle with a particular challenge virtually my adult life to date:)

Monday, 30 April 2012

Nature's Song


Nudge gently - whisper notes
only the pollen can hear

Peaceful mania, unleashed symphony
Ignited layers tracing axis
of petals alight on the stroke of genius

Fertile magma softly release happy droplets
without tears. Touching moment -
in clarity - unforgettable scent -

imprint long after DNA linger on walls
Melody in the crescendo of nature's song

©Adura Ojo 

image: Flickr

NaPoWriMo Day 30
Shared with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Monday
d'Verse Poets Pub - Open Link Night Week 42
Poets United - Poetry Pantry #98

I'm so happy to have taken part in NaPoWriMo. Completed the challenge of writing a poem every day for the month of April, plus an extra one for fun. Now time to find out if I'm poemed out! Thank you so much for coming on the journey with me and for your encouraging comments. Couldn't have done it without you. Muah!


Saturday, 28 April 2012

Clarity


Sky blue eyes of May
Sunrise's mating chorus
Lovers' empty nest

Ginger spiced kisses
Pavarotti on full blast
Love in the shower

©Adura Ojo

Haiku Heights: Clarity
NaPoWriMo Day 28

images: google

Some might say this clarity has a touch of smudge! lol.

Monday, 23 April 2012

Dear Time



Even as I frown at the abstraction that you are
I do admire your accuracy, consistency
Your willingness to mark my mistakes
and hope that I learn from them

Even as you echo the fanfare of my successes
I can't help but notice your furrowed brow -
Moaning at my excesses - as evidenced in your
gift of grey hair - in full display on front row

New young ones die - the old live by dye
You do your math and subtract the cost from
my wallet. No portion of millet can save my barnet
The grey are here to stay. I sigh and say: hey!

Your moaning does not stop at my hair. You've got plans
for my body too - your tool to bestow gifts as you please
As long as I stick to the deal - eating my peas and greens
Burning the blob of fat so I don't fall splat on my face
should diabetes and her lovely friends come in my space

Oh...and you're a practical joker, aren't you?
Letting it all hang south when I'd rather do central
You tell me in that sarcastic tone of yours: It costs
to be natural, dear. Plastic is just as dear, dear.
Whatever you do: keep it moving, hon

'Cause one morn, it will all be gone
There will be no mistakes to mark
Your learning would be done
Your babies would know
Mama has gone home

©Adura Ojo 

images: google

NaPoWriMo Day 23
Poetic Asides: Write a Judging Poem
d'Verse Poets Open Link Night 
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Monday

Thursday, 12 April 2012

Key


Tell me what you saw in me
What it was that drew you to me
'Cause I can't see it anymore

Whatever it was
(If it was ever there)
Did you dream that it was?
'Cause you wanted me?

Would love to tell you what I saw in you
What it was that drew me to you
But I can't see it anymore

Whatever it was
(If it was ever there)
I didn't dream it
'Cause you lied to me

Now I've got the key
to unlock the door
and love
(that never was)
can be free
to find a home
of truth.

 ©Adura Ojo 2012


images: google


Linked to: Poets United -The Think Tank Thursday #92 Key, and NaPoWriMo Day 12

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Aina


She gathers leaves for moin moin
Emotions boil; simmering anchovies
Soul on the edge of a quiet storm

Right hand curls into a fist
Hug-me-not basket of ills
Shield away from prying eels

Eyes teach her destiny
Spill angst on to her knee
Spell despair in her name


©Adura Ojo - April 1, 2012


images: Wikipedia


Posted for NaPoWriMo 2012, Poetry Jam: Another point of View - Strange Gods, Poetry Pantry #95

In Yoruba culture, some names given to babies tell a story about events before and during their birth. That name follows the child through life and their journey of fate. Aina was so named because she was born with the umbilical cord round her neck.

Friday, 23 March 2012

She Wears My Ring

                               she probes gently
              ah softly, wriggles elegantly
                   her little pinky winks too
and I get crazy like the caged monkey
                                             at the zoo

                        she trembles slightly
most delightful shiver in my timber
    my fingers the welcome soldiers
                        sway into her porch
               twin peaks of expectancy
     lie with truth in the driving seat

she laughs quietly, teases playfully
      she mounts over mine expertly
                               rides smoothly
while I groan helplessly, hungrily
        I say things out loud, rudely
                                 hips singing
    whip this lion into submission

            she likes crimson
                nails and roses
               fingers and toes
                biting into flesh
           her little pinky raised
                             in submission
                     moans cut me open
                       she wears my ring


Adura Ojo - March 23, 2012. All rights reserved.

Saturday, 10 March 2012

I Love You Because...

Source
if I didn't love you
Where would I be
Would I be happy in the sea
swim aimlessly, endlessly 
float on a waterbed of fantasies
          fly up your tempting tree   
                   as a bat in daylight 
         blinded by your spotlight
                                        on me
                                         if I didn't love you
                                              what would I be
                         would I be that young woman
who saw an angel and didn't quite get the point
I love you because
          you taught me
the greatest love of all
it took a man like you
to know what not to love
I had to love you to find
what it took to love me

©Adura Ojo - March 9, 2012

Guys, I've had a crazy week like you wouldn't believe. It's good to come here to unwind. Hope you enjoyed reading my little offering for Romantic Friday Writers. This week, the prompt is I Love You Because... For some beautiful writing, please read and/or join us below.





Friday, 27 January 2012

Auto Tango


If there was only one dance
The chance of a lifetime
No dress rehearsal
Only one show
in the world
of a
stage
Would you jive or tango with
the wittiest monkey
or orang-utan
Dream safari
While waiting
for the
Knight
Hold out for prince Charming, or…
Just dance as long as the
night is young and the
knight is taking
time you may
not have
So…
Bumps and smooth rides, skating on
thin ice. Dance. Trip. Step up!
Ha! Flat on your face
You fell - so what!
Shimmy out  
a new
you

©Adura Ojo 27 January, 2012

Posted for Romantic Friday Writers prompt: Learning to Dance When It's Over. To read more posts on the prompt by other writers, click here. Shared with Gooseberry Garden  and Poetry Pantry