SUPPLYING NERVES OF GLASS by Simpa Omoluabi

Supplying nerves of glass to your blue roots

Immersed in soil of blood of fairies

Murdered with concoctions of white berries

Poisoned by a lioness’ offshoots

After someone fell a tree of her dreams

On away camping with the moon-blade teams.

More of the nerves of glass they got to find

On burning  the bush that she left behind

Last year’s wasted harvest before the spring

Unbalancing the rain winter did bring

Among daisy flowers in a farmstead

Bearing fruits of sunshine for homestead

In an empire beneath a riverbed

When a river of time was badly bled.  

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DEAR COPYRIGHT COMMISION by Simpa Omoluabi

Some moments ago in expressing alas

Indignation in Godhood to some dame

Making my person known to her by name

Pointing out certain issues to her as

A Nigerian Copyright Commission 

Official to make investigation

More for my copyrights against a john

Olujide Adebayo-Begun 

Letting her know cyber anomalies

Under which my copyright properties

At varying moments, at various times

Been brought under threat through internet crimes. 

I so expressing Godhood in poesy

May the realm of justice get the victory.  

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SERVILE YAHWEH by Simpa Omoluabi

Servile Yahweh does lie under my foot  

I God  strident with foot after foot on

Mangy Yahweh a bitch’s mangy son

Prostrate is Yahweh at my feet, and mute

Always like a dumb dog, Yahweh witless

On perceiving my words in its dumbness 

Moronic Yahweh seeks to be rescued

Out of its most servile state just so crude

Living on the offerings of Satan’s turd

Under this bondage Yahweh is retard

Addicted is Yahweh to SATAN’S SHIT

Bulimic is Yahweh sometimes  but it 

Inveterately returns to offerings

Of fraudulent gains his worshiper brings   

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SITTING IT OUT by Simpa Omoluabi

Sitting it out on winds rooted in fire

I’m the God at whose feet Yahweh is daft  

Meantime the god uses thieves for his craft

People who for Yahweh must be the liar

And it’s Yahweh kissing soles of my feet  

On avenues the rose and the lion meet

My words leave Yahweh drunk like Lasisi  

On munching my words Yhaweh’s eyes then see

Lately how so irreversibly and

Utterly daft he’s been by my left hand  

And Inanna tries to hold her laughter

But this laughter choiceless she must utter

In looking at Yahweh just always dense

In coming before my divine essence.

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THE WOMAN DIED by Simpa Omoluabi

Soyinka what of that it’s said you killed

In conjunction with that that’s called Ige?

Murder of a dame on a 'wetie' day

Perilous day it was for she strong willed 

Accessory is what they dub you at least.

On relating with a friend o’er the gist

My friend at me was flabbergasted

O’er that it made me feel devastated

Letting me feel that I in prejudice 

Underestimate that Soyinka is 

A chief founder of the ‘first’ campus frat 

Bluntly expressing his strong disgust that

I, o’er Wole Soyinka, did wonder

Soyinka is capable of murder

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SOWORE HOW GOES KUKURUKU FIGHT by Simpa Omoluabi

SOWORE HOW GOES KUKURUKU FIGHT by Simpa Omoluabi

Sowore how goes kukuruku fight

In the mould of the DSS, you know?

Man no revolution till my say so.

Penning poetry, a sonnet I did write

A poem crediting Kanu in his days

Of horse riding the Biafran highways

Messenger God, dare devil that I am

Observed how like Ralph he was quite the dram

Lately I see the world spin as Venus

Upon my being on my poet-prophet course

As the founder of Morningstarwitness

Biafra so long for Kanu's boldness

In short, he recalled the prison condition

He doldrumming on Biafra nation. 

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SLIDESHOWS OF CONQUESTS poem by Simpa Omoluabi

SLIDESHOWS OF CONQUESTS poem by Simpa Omoluabi 

Slideshows of conquests of a tar black land

Interestingly touching the taste of crows

Mapping out their way to the tree that grows

Plainly for the games they play on quicksand            

Amidst the pythons in their deadly pose

Offsetting the Alsatian dogs that rose

Menacingly to keep the black simians

Outside this circle, but the Dalmatians

Lately proved stronger against the snakes

Under great pressure that for certain makes

Assault on their tails certainly do free

Brownest eye shadows out of this great tree 

Interesting the crows said to invade it

For to create in the tree a dip pit

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SPEAKING FROM VIOLETS poem by Simpa Omoluabi

SPEAKING FROM VIOLETS by Simpa Omoluabi

Speaking from violets growing in your brain

Imperial tigress crouching at your feet

Mulberries turning chair for you to sit

Pricking your thumb on some songbird’s refrain

Allowing yourself be sweetly caressed

Obdurately by a reason undressed

Mainly to have its way to feed your fight

Organized to annihilate a kite

Losing its blood o’er a bloated carcass.

Uncanny minstrels ply the great bypass

After the circular road of violets

Busy with dehorned deer dressed in fishnets

Inclined to run wild at an arrow-shot

And less inclined to run at a gunshot.

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