Linden: Age of Innocence

Linden: Age of Innocence

copyright 2011 K. Omodele

Gentle breeze hoists clouds, lifts away a storm

Parakeets chat harmonize innocence

Boats glide lazily 'pon a black river stream

Sun-molten, tar road winds thru innocence

Trains haulin' bauxite ricket up a storm

Three times each day a horn bellows a stream

Now time's rolled by like that black river stream

did glide. Life's a bowed coconut tree in storm

which snap-whips all semblance of innocence.

copyright 2011 K. Omodele

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Seeking Makeda III: (Journey in Touch)

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Seeking Makeda III: (Journey into Touch)

copyright 2011 K.Omodele

There never was a time when Queen Makeda was naught.

Anticipating caresses...

by soul-stimulating fingertips

gentle nudges from Aksumite hips

lines traced on skin; breath short, light nips

and feather-brush strokes by silken lips.

Remembering the Empress'...

whispers call, goose bumps 'pon skin,

stirring response, the conga rid-dim

heart-warmed breath like whiffs of medzItational* bliss

soaks the eardrum, arousing soul-sensational lifts

*meditational

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Seeking Makeda I: (Journey into Sound)

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Seeking Makeda I:  (Journey into Sound)

copyright 2011 K. Omodele

Because Makeda is still a symbol of the epitome of African wombmanhood, there was never a time when the Empress was not…

...Empress Divine…
like destiny enshrined in mind and time
as gems essence glows in Solomon’s mines
sublime, King Solomon’s sun-burned sweet
divinely implanted life's breath, heart beat


breath takes
pulse race
pul-sates,
re-so-nates
rhy-thm
re-peats
ke-te,
fun-deh,  bass


vintner’s red glint in long ling-er-ing kiss
on Rosa-moist lips inhaled soul-ful bliss

copyright 2011 K. Omodele

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E’nig•mat’i•cal

Time steals youth like waves thief the soil
and mushes it to slushy silt
Visions once strong as oxen gait
fade like leaves on autumn trees wilt.

Time’s a crude fire; smelts love from a heart
fond moments from minds like copper from bronze
extracting core Truth from precious al-loys
some rivers turn streams, some oceans turn ponds

Time is...water carried in a wicker basket absent-mindedly handled as if the vessel would miraculously retain the inevitable...

Copyright 2010 K. Omodele

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Dancehall Bubbler

Copyright 2009 K.Omodele

Wind...slow...Wind...low

rub hard...don't stop

roll slow...tem-po

Grind slow...love dat

Ka-Boom...one drop

I-shense...draw slow

BOOM-boom!...BOOM-bap!

Re-lease...blow slow

Wind down...in time

slow wind...wind slow

wind up...roll slow

slow low...tem-po

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Auntie's Ayes

Happy Earthday, Auntie Cee!!!

My Auntie’s Ayes
©K.Omodele Oct 10, 2007

My auntie’s ayes are never ever blue,
but warm glims, they blend green tints hazel-brown;
When down pressed they arise, as phoenix true,
Like gusts of wind, they urge me off the ground.

My aunties’s noes not straight , not cold,
And never isolatingly abrupt.
Round African noes, like a blanket old-
Still somehow comforting- love enwraps

Auntie’s voice beacons like a lighthouse bright
Guiding a lost ship through a dark night sea.
When storms have battered, her words dove-like
sing, “Boy you can be who you want 2 be”
My Aunt, who bestows Divine Oneness wealth,
Believes in me times I’ve doubted my self.
©K.Omodele Oct 10, 2007

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How The Hibiscus Grew

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How The Hibiscus Grew

© K.Omodele 11-11-07

Spring’s vernal fragrance like anointing dew

Blue cloud free skies, a washed and anew

In golden morn’s kiss, the hibiscus grew

From sodden nightmares, it writhed fresh - anew

Like how young lovers' hearts surge as they grew

through fences - the way hibiscuses do

Despite shoddy soil the hibiscus grew

Discarding old dreams; embracing the new

morning’s glisten, as it kisses the dew.

From the dew dampened night, the dawn arises anew; each winter

presents the promise of spring. The gift of Jah is Life.

© K.Omodele 11-11-07

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