Fence

What is it beyond

the fence that taunts my gaze

and set rage ablaze…

Shall I pace and divulge my rage a-free

to set this matrimony into abyss

Or erase my thoughts, my fears,

my hate, my rage and insanity and fill this

empty vessel with love from behind the fence.

Kudos

I’m snoring like a rhino
This girl is looking at me
with one eye open like an
albino. Reflection of past
girls staring at me like
who knows

Who knows what, only
God knows how many D
this girl as taken in her culo

Oh well kudos to her but her
past is her past. My boys
looking at me bizarrely like I’m
mad for proposing to her, but
all I can say is, her culo got me
on lockdown.

For the Girls

For the girls I know

Its been a pleasure

From dark to brown to white

For the girls I once loved

For the girls who love me but I don’t

For the girls I wished I had cherished but never did

For the girls I never loved but pretended to

For the good and bad girls, I love u all

For the girls who hate but secretly love

For the girls who genuinely hate,

To every girl in this world I love u all.

But! To my rarest rose – the flower

that blossoms with affection,

true words escapes me so I smile in 

acknowledgement of what we both share .

Free Verse

Lavishly in this space of mine,

I space out into this space with

pace for the race of greed in mind.

My race built perfectly to last against

the rays of hardship upon which we race

against the beast and giants of this world.

Intertwined in laces I brace myself against

failure, the brother to depression, but make

no mention, these are just random thoughts

of my unbalanced state of mind.

 

A state  where only joy and

positivity resides. Aside from the general

laws of relativity and attraction, I confide

and believe in the possibility of soul mate.

We mate intimately and then you say your late,

but I can’t help thinking of the men before me.

Okay; clean slate, perhaps we ought to rekindle

via a date, but too late my love for you already on

skate.

 

Keep calm; you’re angry, only because I’m the

mastermind who creates the platform for your hate.

Can you not see I’m the grandmaster. I remove the em

and put the c in caster. Like jasper can you not see I’m opaque.

The unreadable mysterio with tentacles of uncanny abilities.

Give me a canister and I’ll show you what I can do.

After that I will need a barrister to prove my innocence

Heir to the throne of Lanister, I’m wittingly reliable, able to

capitalise on your weakness for my capability.

Letter to the unknown

Letter to the unknown

(Written out of context)

I woke up this morning
only to start missing you.
In my dreams I saw you
with another man through
a translucent glass.

I woke this morning only
to think I’m too far gone
in love with you. The signs
speaks for itself but I ignored
for fear of paranoia.

Time to move on, but already
my time invested; like an
overdraft. Still upon reflection
no gains observed except sex.

To be continued

© Dotun Gb | Poems 

EMPIRES & SLAVES

Through the ages of time I
have seen it all from the rise
and fall of empires, to the
rise and fall of great men.

Through the ages of time my
people suffer with lack of
knowledge, they die in vain
regressively imperialised
with lack of knowledge.

Through the ages of time,
greed ever present, jealousy
ever present, vanity ever
existing.

Through the ages of time I
see suppression and imperial
colonialism in Africa, Asia,
Native Americans
and Aborigines of Australia.

Through the ages of time I see
the control and exploitation of
power through capitalism
I see the;
Portuguese Era
British Empire
Spanish Era
French Era
Dutch Era
Ottoman Era
Roman Empire
Arabian Era
Greek Era

Through the ages of time I
see slaves as tools and toys
for the purpose of supremacy.
I see slavery as false mercantilism,
I see slavery as supply on demand
for brutal purposes.

Through the ages of time I see
slavery as mirage and cracked fragment of a beautiful mirror.
I see slavery as the pioneer of
socialism through equality.
I see slavery in modern, as
glossed and blunt to perfection,
to meet the dull eye of the modern society.

Through the ages of time I see
slaves die without the chance
to reproduce themselves.
I see supply of new slaves to the
new world for plantation
economy.

Through the ages of time
Do you see what I see ?

© Dotun Gb | Poems

ASS

In bahamas I
knew this ass
was mine!

In Rio,
I could feel it!
100% Lockdown!

In Fiji we feast
on sea bass, with
thoughts of
continuous ass
tapping all night.

We exchanged
seductive, yet
deductive gaze
in Hawaii, but she
refuses.

Damn!!

In anger I ventured to
Syria then India,
to study the ancient
ways of Karma sutra using
Assyrian astrology.

At Cambridge
we postulate, but could not
speculate the mass her of
ass.

Never seen before, this
ass earns enough audience
than the royal theatre.

Theatrically men fuss over
her but she remains a modest
lass.

In class I gaze upon her at’a
distance, from every conceivable
angle, hoping she won’t know.

But she does..

I gathered all there is to
know from her smile
to the sweet tone in her
voice.

Food technology was her
favourite subject.

I reverie in lust.

So lost I begin to
speak in mandarin.

So lost I begin to
decipher the
Da Vinci code.

Like Columbus
I was lost in her ass atlas

Like Mozart I construct
sweet aural to make
her mind twerk.

Like superman your ass
is my kyrptonite.

In cold winter months,
you feel cold not, but
remain niche and propionate

On a aspect of 4 to 1
my blood rises irrationally
to be keep me warm,
courtesy of your ass.

My plan B is to win your
heart before I win your ass.

But when I see that ass, I
just wish we’ll fuss less and
love more.

© Dotun Gb | Poems