To err is human
And I’m only human after all
To blame. Or not to blame
Drowning in remorse.
Our mistakes follow us
Like a lamb to slaughter
Only that here,
I am the lamb.
Tears streaming down my face
And by beards soaked through
When I remembered my error
But, I’m here by my doing.
Forgive me,
But I won’t forget
A reminder this will be
Of future transgressions.
I feel like here, right here
We were been torn apart
They are all against us
Humans, desires, rules and our fears alike
Humans, knowingly or unknowingly
Breeds distance between us
Our desires and fears
Makes being together hard.
Do you really want me?
I don’t know and can not ask.
Do I really want you?
That’s a question I’m not ready to answer
The universe conspire against us
And mere mortals separate us
I am scared of losing you
Even though you’re not mine to lose.
This conspiracy runs deep
Deeper than the Mariana Trench
Deeper than the hurt we’ve gone through
Attack is the best form of defense
But casting us apart, the universe is
And until we fight back, with aggression
The conspiracy will keep spinning.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
She would like holiday in the Bahamas
Let our honeymoon be in Medinah
Our first vacation, in Makkah.
She will have her first kid in Canada
Everything for the love of my life
Spending in her
And growing together
Raising our children in peace
In harmony, discipline and wealth
But first,
I have to get rich!
The grass is greener
On the other side I was told
Here I am. A single blade of grass
I can’t find.
Green grass or brown grass
None I can find
Hunger is threatening to tear me apart
The silica in this soil poisons
Go get a degree
You would rule the world
After Masters and PhD
You would own the world
The more I read
The less I make
There is no green grass
I might have to dye this fibre,
Green.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
She laughed innocently
And that got to me
That smile of hers
Is electrocuting
I was shocked
At the effect it had on me.
Morenikeji says don’t leave me alone
The “èjì” in your name means two
But wouldn’t you rather be one
With this poet?
My heart and soul
Body and mind wants to care for you
To chase away all sorrowful memories
After all, you deserved to be pampered
Omolabake.
A gem
A friend
A beauty
That’s just me using “A” thrice
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
I’ve loved
And I’ve lost
A lot.
You’ve loved
And you’ve loved.
A lot.
Living in your head
Rent free,
Allow me to send him packing
The good and bad memories
Let me be here for you
She’s the demon
Of days past.
I want you to exorcize
Her bad memories
And replace them with good.
I could be the one for you
But you are scarred
You could be the one for me
But I am scared
You’ve lost
And I’ve lost.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Chariots are made for royalty
But even without a chariot
You’re royal.
Your flowing robe plants a lasting impression
In my brain.
If you were an art
You’d be studied longer than Picasso
And long after Leonardo
You’re one amazing character
Like an onion
Layer after layer.
Like a history book
I’d like to study you page to page
Your golden ages and the dark ages
I’d like to know your beginnings till now
And be there till the end
Here I am
At the end of another poem
All I want in return
Is a dimpled smile.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Soldiers come and go
I tried to find solace in solitude
Alone, scared and scarred.
Love is overrated
It’s just a pit
Of despair
But the same pit
Is where I find myself
Dimpled smile on a homely face
My gaze was lowered
But the pull is strong
You’ve loved
And you’ve lost
All men are scum
But women are trash too
Broken hearts wants to be mend
Shattered plans seek renewal
Empty promises kill hopes
Embrace the highs and leave the lows
Because what is hidden in tomorrow
No one one knows
Smile and keep sharing love
Spread peace and happiness
And towards you
Your tranquility and sole mate
Would be sent
And happily ever after
Will be yours!
If this was my funeral
Crying and wailing I want not
But rather pray for me
I have more bad deeds than good
If this was my funeral
You’d lament about how good I was
An angel. A nice man. A gem.
But now that I’m alive,
Say it to my face.
If this was my funeral
Some people would smile
And say good riddance
He was wicked. Impulsive. Arrogant.
But now that I’m alive
Say it to my face.
If this was funeral
Friends and relatives would be around
Lavishly spending to impress
the dead that has gone.
But now that I’m alive
Send me those money
Maybe I’d live longer.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
When I sighted you in pink
Beauty. Perfection. I made a link
Dreamt of you I have
In my free time, I do think
Of the characteristics you’d have.
Of your smile,
I’ve heard your voice
I’ve heard you laugh
But nothing prepared me
For your electrifying smile
The glorious orbs of wonders
That doubles as your eyes.
The way your skin looks
Like an angel in flesh.
Long lines of poetry short
You are beautiful.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Sophocles Writes