SOPHOCLES

Forged in blood and sand Toiling day and night With no pause Running my race in quicksand So full of fight, no flight! Takes a lot to be the boss. Battling challenges as it comes Victory comes at a cost "it's hard" says the scum Better be dead than lost. No daylight saving time Good or bad, harsh or nice clime How far will I go? Ready to ride the tide Whether high or low And no! I can not hide. I'm ready to fly As high as the sky And further! I am ready to rule.!  Forged in blood and sand Hitting on a spot,  Non stop "fly", they had said  "Here's not your stead" "Here's not your place of rest" So I ran, I flew  No traffic light in the sky Endless space to savor, higher My wings, they grew stronger And I severed them All my innitial stability ropes Held from all angles  Till all I knew of the ground  Were tiny bits and pieces  Were lines, dots and flashes I was never told Lálá tó r'òkè Ilè ló ń bø A second was all it took I fel...

Far away she goes Leaving me here all alone Injecting painkillers dose after dose Writhing in pains all alone. My heart calls for you My soul yearning for your presence With you, the sky is always blue Massive storms fill the sky in your absence Around you, I am human But just a beast when you depart Do not stay long ma'am! Come soon, Queen of my heart. 

From the moment I set my eyes on you Astoundingly beautiful like the blue sky  I've come to appreciate more What God can do! My brain is undecided but my heart wants you Torn between fantasy and reality My heart skips a beat when I see you smile Even my brain can't deny That you are such a beauty. Late in the evening or early morning Just before sleeping Or immediately after bed With or without a painter's brush Never for once appearing less pretty! A clue requested But three returned All signaling intentions to be one,  Today, tomorrow and next morrow With the damsel as strong as diamond And gentle as a dove.

My name is Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe. A poet and writer, I write nonfiction and fiction. The nonfiction are majorly short stories. Thanks so much for visiting my blog. Muah With love , Ridwan Akinkunmi  Ajagbe * Sophocles * Abu Marwan

Always running through my mind No wonder you're always tired It never seems to get old Your hearty laugh Displaying the most perfect row Of glistening white teeth Or your sincere smile When I read my poems out loud With my frog voice But still you pretend It's the most beautiful voice On planet earth.

Dimpled smile of a hundred megawatt Electrocuted on the spot Preternatural energy coursing through me Who is this ebony beauty? Tall, dark and beautiful Moving like a fine maiden that she is Bringing out the gentleman in me "Fair maiden, What are you called by?" I asked I go by many names As befit a Yorùbá princess such as I Mojọla says I'm covered. Mojọlaoluwa says I'm covered by the glory, blessing, favor, glory and the love of God Almighty.

Paraprosexia Like a thorn in the side Always present Yippee, what can I do Way too much Intoxicated by you Till dusk or dawn Here with me My constant distraction Enigma, the one I love

Is it the braids that makes you look cool? I used to wonder! Is it the crew cut, That projects your lovely face? Thinking out loud! Until I saw you now Then it dawned on me! Like the new sun at dawn You're always beautiful Yes you are, Omolola mi

Love comes at a cost Attention Commitment But never for once have I doubted you Shivering Dizzying And generally ill Apart from these. Love is all I feel Love for you Muddled brain And weakened legs Paining joints And sizzling temperature All I can think of is you Forever in love Cannot cover We'll be together my love In the glorious house. Al Jannah