By Adesokan Tunde (Toonday)
(Twitter: @tunde_adesokan
Instagram: @toondayatkins
Facebook: tunde.w.adesokan)
"Whoreship 2.0"
The new morn
Dawns in the sky
Of your eyes.
Its rising sun
Dances in the petals
Of your lips.
This and that,
A bird swings in and out
Of a still lake.
I could see reflections
Of teeming occupants
You are a city
Of moonrise mountains
Of milky meadows
Who dares plough
A fairer skin?
Except gods
Except worshippers.
Debbora
In the far western hemisphere
Of Canada, your name sails
Across continents in glories
Lovers recite litanies
Friends intone praises
Every year, a farmer receives
His yield
May your yam be spread like
petals
May your barn be full of
Corns
May your field be bounty
For birds
May your pedigree not
Be bent
May your conjugal not
be crooked
For every full year in Africa,
you become olumosan, &;
you shall never bear
damaged fruits.
About the Author:
Adesokan Tunde (Toonday) writes from Oyo State, Nigeria. He works with Firstbank.
He is a lover of poetry; a lover of everything that breathes poetry. His works appeared / forthcoming in Pangolin Review, Wales Haiku, Ethel-Zine, Shallowtales Review, Stillwater Review, RoadRunnerReview, Lucent Dreaming etc.
Twitter:@tunde_adesokan
Instagram: @toondayatkins
Facebook: tunde.w.adesokan
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