Remember When

Remember when I said I love you

When I looked into your eyes after we cuddled 

The morning I made breakfast before you left for office

You even uttered I make the best waffle

How could you forget, you had on a red shoe

I said to you, “that’s too much red boo…

Your flaming hotness matches with your shoe”

You replied “here you go with your silly jokes”

I know you remember, I came by to pick you from work

You made us stop by the store to get some groceries 

I even mentioned a joke that made you blush 

“Despite this vegetables being today fresh, 

my girl looks fresher and she’s just off from work”

How could you forget, It was a friday so we had a movie night 

I replaced your popcorns with the fake rubber ones 

One thing led to another and it became a pillow fight 

The next morning you woke up with a love bite 

You woke up and caught me writing a poem for you 

The poem states 

“When it comes to you

I would move mountains to see you smile 

I would swim across the nile to hold your hands

I would wrestle an Anaconda to entertain you 

I would I would, yes I would 

I would love you until you tell me to stop 

Then I would love you more even after my heart stops”

COPYRIGHT © A-One Poetry, 2021.

The Amendment

I am in a confused state
I am having mental lapses in my brain
Words of reasoning but I cannot reason straight
With age comes wisdom, I guess they have aged their wisdom

Arise o compatriots we sing
Arose are the compatriots with no compassion
They answer Nigeria’s call to steal
And serve with a selfish heart with no respite

You are to serve your fathers land
With a reminder that tomorrow you shall be buried in its sand
No matter your love, no matter your strength, no matter your faith
The labor you exercise today shall determine our tomorrow’s gain

Deserving we are, a nation of freedom
Yet all we are is death and poverty in abundance
Corruption is now our global badge of identity
I guess the only freedom we enjoy is the freedom to public fund looting

O God of creation
We keep asking for guidance of direction
Our leaders and youth the truth to know
We reject love and honesty while expecting to grow

Are we just living or living just
Visual truth that we made false
The only height we attain is piled on our country’s loss
It is obvious we do not want peace and justice, we are content with our prideful shame
COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2020.

Poeticverse

There is always an irony to life 

The caterpillar needs to die to become a butterfly

It transforms from a snailly form of eww!

To a wingy form of Awww!

 

The Irony that remains 

Is for the soul that never changed 

For your limited life where do you stand ?

Karma has an irony that visits when you become sand 

 

Search for your metaphor in poetic justice

Like a game of dice, it comes like your chances of double six

A satire in every win

Emotions but memory contains the heavy deeds

 

In this universe 

Poetry I see in every little thought

One come and go but life never stops

Karma is a bitch and it’s never her fault

 

Today patience lacks attitude

Mockery has become a self fulfilling fortitude 

An irony in every longitude and latitude 

Am I running from every long attitude that outlast my attitude ?

 

Karma does not allow one to cheat life

Such an irony even death cannot cheat life 

A short parody of life can be rolled in one dice

Unlike life, like the dice chances might come twice

 

I seek the poetry in this universe 

I see the Irony that is this universe 

Karma remains a bitch in every poetic parody

Thus, for the paradise in life, I claim my universe ‘The Poeticverse’

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.

 

The golden Charmer

Knighted child in golden armor

Mattered not should ye be son to a farmer

A lawyer, doctor or even a Governor

The circle of life never existed in only one harbour

Yet this reality can be manipulated by a charmer

 

Knighted child in golden armor

Life seemed flexible from every angle in the mirror

Once away from the shadows of leisure

One would find the storm had never been heavier

Ye had only been sheltered under the family umbrella

 

A tradition of cosset

Shielded from all obstacles from birth

Ye’s Kindred meant no harm but good

Little did they forget the jungle is made of different woods

Some might be hard, and some soft

Ones Texture dictates the rationale behind his growth

 

A tradition of cosset

A facade to the feeble minded

A misplacement of value

Such tender a generation where trust weighs more than truth

A rooted foundation that warps our youth

 

Stories are told

Yet the truth remains to unfold

If the ultimate power is control

Then, a knighted child was only a means to a certain goal

How destructive a force yet attractive like gold

 

A knighted child in golden armor

Fell victim to the tradition of cosset

In plain sight is the absence of physical harm

While being ignorant to the notion of mental and emotional wants

To survive, the golden child needs to develop his personal charm

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.

One More Miles

When the road seems dark

and the storm begins to hound at you

thunder after thunder that forced your eyes to rain a drop or two

when all hope is by the edge 

the least of your pain is your head

when your life seems pointless 

it becomes very easy for you to lose your focus

 

Everything becomes personal

A little banter and you feel insulted 

the available ears doesn’t seem to listen 

so you become reckless and your attitude careless

You ponder about death but it is not an option

 

You start to think to yourself why life isn’t fair 

you somehow have the strength but the energy has disappeared 

the storm gets heavier and no one seems to care

you start to hope for light from any angle 

“You will get a different mind frame when you have been through the jungle”

 

Your stress turns into depression

A little misunderstanding turns into aggression 

you begin to lose all hopes on salvation

now your daily routine is just going through the motion

where every second of the day you are in your emotions

 

You should not count what you have lost

For counting will not alter your past

The future is unknown 

A reality that awaits to be foretold

Shall Ye keep Ye head high, Ye has one more mile to go

 

With patience comes perseverance 

but to begin with, your situation needs your wholehearted acceptance 

if whatever pain is temporary 

it is only right you strive relentless for your happiness

because this is your journey, and you have one more mile to go

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.

You

I know you think the source of my joy is you

I have been around and now I have you

I have tried not, never to neglect you

I have dug from deep down just to love you

I felt it in your heart every time I hug you

I see it in your eyes every time I’m with you

I sense it in your spirit every time I kiss you

Since day one I’ve tried never to doubt you

I don’t know how it is I wake and find you

I close my eyes and I dream you

I open my eyes and I see you

What…how….why is it always just you

I have seen the so called world beauties and they ain’t you

Even from far they cannot match you

They’ll play the game of statistics but their sum cannot add you

They could be canceled with only a fraction of you

Should it be a blessing for me to have you

The challenge of love has in-prisoned me and you

Should I escape I will escape with you

Should I be cured I will cure you

Should I fall it will always be for you

I look into the mirror and I love you

I look away and I miss you

I know both you and I are lucky to have you

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2018