Similes are assumptions
Metaphors are affirmatives
Standing by the pool
With a snake came a bull
So I ran to fetch my tool
On arrival, things were cool
But a voice screamed, April fool.
I have seen a basket fetch water
From lakes, streams and rivers.
I have seen a piece of fabric
Once in a flat and tiny box
Danced unaided like the winds
Rising from an ancestral spine;
Taping the spiritual energies of life,
By the sounds of an African drum.
Unspeakably, like the leaven of a yeast
It rises strong like a bunch of bamboos
Patterns are the orders of the world
But I fail to unravel a masquerade logic
So, come and see for yourselves
A piece of cloth and body of the gods
The gods of the land, you called dead
Sensationally, rising from lifelessness
To reclaim the heights from the roofs
Tallish Iroko tree and layers in the skies,
Come and see the famous Ebu wonder
As it dances and grows taller than trees.
You are free to disagree
Or grow as tall as a tree,
Berries and even a chimpanzee
Coated by Mendelian’s pea.
But as an awardee in Galilee
Wouldn’t you be the assignee
To the sweet loving honeybee
Turning lemonades into tea?
Would you setup a commitee
As a walking encyclopedia for free
To create a coffee of high degree
Imposing eternity, a mighty decree..
Would you make breathe germfree
Knowing that there is no guarantee
For these daily jamboree
Mustn’t be admired by the referee,
In the unending dark comedies
Disturbing storms, sailor’s sea
Life is a job, we are employees
Laboring as prospective retirees.
My love for you
Has not been told,
In songs of birds
Or even by toads,
So smile while I
Play my flute
For your muse
Our hearts to fuse,
This feelings found,
Similar to the pride
Of groom and bride,
In fog, mist or dew,
It is many not few…
It can only be viewed;
And can never be sold.