THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 50
How long can a faithful tortoise
Last in a Grove of solidity?
OBI will always remain a boy
Till the mind is released of Bondage.
Birds flies daily and works hard,
Humans sometimes feels over lazy,
The flies of mindset that keeps them,
Embarrassed by a lazy nature.
It’s high time, you start working like an ant.
Don’t change your surname to tortoise.
A lazy mind is a Poverty’s home.
Change your lazy mind to industrious mind.
JULI ADA LOVE
Welcome to the fresh morning.
Hearing the cock’s crow, he yawns.
Ow! is it daybreak already?
Get out of bed, you lazy lout.
Purge yourself out of procrastination, oh! you helpless spirit.
His heart far from his duty,
Empty head just a load on the body,
A duty and weariness of the organs,
The cells keep dying each second.
Am I a lazy poet?
Who sits all day gaping at the sky?
Nay! I am not. My mind has no time for fruitless fantasy,
Oh lazy pen! Get up now!
Look no further he is the one
The one who sleeps away his day
Blames his indolence on fate
Forgetting that he accursed himself with his lazy mind.
Eyes are dead when other’s foot are matching,
you’ve taken over the tale of a tortoise
as your mind is so indolent
yet, you want the best.
What is fate, what is work?
When his fate is to be rich.
He need not to struggle for work?
Let him rest for years, remember Olu has his fate to be rich.
Don’t envy them, you petty fool!
They aren’t in your league, so beat it.
Get to work and aim higher.
And return with a proof that you’re better.
Everyday he planned for worsened play,
Waiting for money inside his room,
Within day and night he sing for blessing
Yet his laziness blooms often and often.
He wife emptiness,
He mistress hunger
He gives birth to mal-nutritious abjection,
And father a generational poverty.
better be poor begging
than be a rich man lazy
because one day i be sure giving
than being in the street dizzy.
My words are good servants
They only say the truth, no mockery
And will give you gifts later
Which are pen and paper, to be creative.
The cuckoo-cock is a blessing to resounding deaf ears,
Whose duties ‘re to rain heavy loads of blessed curses on the whole town.
Those who consider cutlass as a gigantic implement,
And see Pen lords as Kings with no kingdoms.
‘kurkurukuru’ he wakes
Where to seat?
On ledger,gaze and match on anyone that pass
I’m not lazy, I prefer selective participation
That’s still part of a lazy man’s code,
Praises aren’t meant for fools,
Slumber not, achievers are always wise.
Lazy minds are we,
The bleeding pen,
Fast to prize,
But lazy to work.
JULI ADA LOVE
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