My Pen and I
Sometimes we just need the buzz
From a caring folk
To enable us discover our inspiration
Buried underneath our imagination
Passably I'm caught wondering
Do poems come from our daily experience
Or from hallucinary activities in our heads
Just maybe it's concealed somewhere within
And we need that someone
To pop the trigger
Out of it's hiding arsenal
Well most of my artistry
Is usually fueled by certain actions
Have you thought of your inspiration? ?
poem by Rabo Sanusi
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A Brother Like Mine…
Yes truly…
A brother like mine
Who dries my tears when everyone deserts me
The one whom remembers me like the air he breathes
His stance gives me confidence over the wicked world
The one who can give his life for my welfarism
Yes truly…
A brother like mine
Even at the peak of temptation,
The thought of his brotherly advice
Makes me humble
And desist I shall from that act
Yes truly…
A brother like mine
A twin brother
Born on a different day, month and year
But with a single heartbeat
United our siblings will remain for the whole world
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How I Wish...
Everyday i seat in the blossom of my meditation
occupied with many romantic lyric to tell you
even when i’m sick
the thought of you makes my heart healthy...
and my eyes longing to see you
as i’m sitted in my room for hours
with my pen caressing my note
i wrote all the poetic words
Shakespeare could ever think of for his Juliet...
But yet, with the sight of you
my memory becomes blunt
my body shivering
and my heartbeat increasing...
my lips trembling but yet remain silent
as my eyes remain fixed into hers
hey! What’s wrong with me
am i going to die without confessing my love story to her...
without expressing my heartfelt embrace for her...
and just then i wondered
how i wish my eyes could speak out the words in my heart...
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“Vision of Accolades”
Wish I could tune the clock of future
Would have emerged on my page of stardom
When the whole world applaud my poetic genuity
When my face is remembered like the currency
When my picture will be an antique at the museum
When my story told to generations unborn
When my name is marked on the pages of history
When my lineage is renowned for creativity
When my works are taught in poetry classes
When I dominate the pages of every magazine
When I become a guest on Oprah’s show
When the queen of England honor my abode
When I become a mentor in the hearts of many
When my smile brings positive impact
When my autograph is decorated at the villa
When my lyrics is used by the greatest musicians
When I’m the most celebrated and influential Nigerian
But presently! Working aloft the ladder of accomplishment
Welcome to the reverie of “Rabo Sanusi”
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Classmates
The hall soars in silence
Even the wall stares at me
My colleagues looking all excited
As they expect to hear a poem from me
But frankly my head is clouded
I am trying to talk
But yet remain mute
As the light position on me
Suddenly, a vibrant me voiced out
And here is what I have for you
My dear classmates…
We've been through thick and thin
Crossed a lot of hurdles
Many gave up on the struggle
Some left in the battlefield
But high we held our courage
In the fight for knowledge
It's been a long race
This began with a slow pace
Used to be just me on my page
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Graduation
Have never faced challenge so gross
Once was a thing to rejoice
But after experiencing the hardship
Presented to me by the outside world...
Can't seem to figure where my faith lye
It all started after graduation
Everyone sending their warmth kudos
Then, I felt like the greatest achiever
But years past still roaming the streets
In search for a better tomorrow
My name now a household example
Of the numerous jobless graduates
Just another figure added
To the long list of unemployed youths
With my jeans getting worn out
So also is my creativity in the labour market
The only exotic memory i have left
Is the hope of meeting my glorious colleagues…
On my way to the promise land
My acclaimed journey might be rough
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