THE BLEEDING PEN COLLECTIONS OF POEMS FOR POETRY WORLD DAY
CROWN US RESPECT.
Brain teaser like brain box,
A running clock and intransigent ox.
A played up muse like a propelled force
To yield fruits, yet all accorded is curse.
Rejected dejected Cardinal trumpet,
Whose sound got all bleary and filmy soul to repent.
Give us our birthright this moment,
Let heavens stand as you crown us respect.
Summoned to be bold
We melt, attach and mould
Unrepentant to fatigue and cold
Now, we are against the odds
Now you read the story as it unfolds
Limerick, sonnet, ballad and ode
Crown us, but with gold
For we’ll ink till we grow old
We are like Aso oke,
Old and long lived but ever okay,
Passed from generations till today,
Our black ink pen never turn grey.
Crown us with sweet smelling roses,
Our mighty pen for once never seize,
Ironing out issues in the state, Yes! it speaks,
Respect and you shall increase.
At the top hills of my land,
Encamped dignitaries of faked papers,
Ponzi-thieves of her land,
And fugitives of misled powers
Whilst the sages die weary of writing;
With grounded knowledge of nature
Yet, publishers go ahead pubs leaching…
Away our writing of its golden structure.
We are the maker of path.
Every single word making impact.
Our pen and ink are always Intact, to
pen down the real fact.
Our respect belong to us,
For you respect the king and the king horse.
This tale we tells, never shall we remorse.
Crown us respect no need for discourse.
The pen keep bleeding down,
From the poet’s harn,
Worthy to be extolled,
For the head racks and burns,
Oh, Crown us respect
Our pens never goes halt,
Or do our thinking stop,
Still our desires are attained,
And our missions unpaved,
So, Crown us Respect
“Crown us respect”, Lest we act
For homage we pay our art,
Our pens replenish words with much fact
Perfect ad God’s created craft
We are made of art, paramount poets
Glittering cynosure, indispensable poets.
“Crown us respect”,
As your royal majestic poet
The ink in silence fade,
For none care to wade
In the riverbed of poetree
Where lines feast our tongues from trees
This exile is for the outcast
The exit is for the deceased
Tonight and forever, the dead is cast
For poets are men to be greased.
Holding unto our inky swords,
Standing in one fold
We all stand in one accord,
For being defeated, we can’t afford.
We all advanced into Irunmole’s forest
Ready to battle the ten thousand daemons to defeat
Against them, no retreat
For our goal is to capture the golden crown of respect.
No treasure has ever been valuable as us
And no lips have ever been truthful as ours,
Because we never backslide from our word
Crown us some respect,you the disregardful world.
You dream in the darkest of the night
But so pathetic we dream even in the brightest of the he light,
No one as ever been as our pen
Please crown us some respect to fortify our pen.
Oh! Crown us
Oh! Crown us,
With beautiful Golden pen
So our our heart could resound Amen.
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