Dedicated to Legends

LET IT RAIN
(16th June, 2007.)
All Thinkers can weep:
Let it rain the waters
you whose heads are heavy
With imprisoned useful tears,
Let it flow like Nile.
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All Thinkers can spit:
Let it rain the vomit
You whose necks are chocked
With alphabetical codes,
Shower them in words.
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All Thinkers are quails:
Let it rain the ink
You whose hands itch
Rob it on white, on black,
On green, on blue… faces.
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All Thinkers are prophets:
Let it rain…
-B. M. Atsen










LETTER TO A THINKER (To Wole Soyinka)
(24th June, 2007.)
Dearest Thinker,
The father of Poets,
Writing to you in verses;
“That’s my way.”
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From a humble background,
I! The admirer of thee,
Thou! The mentor of me;
Respect to thee Thinker.
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Thou art greatest,
Thou art famous,
Thou art famed;
Thou – my role model be.
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If I be thee,
If only I – a Thinker be,
The first thing I think;
Me be renowned as thee.
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If I be thee,
If only I – great as thee,
But please tell me;
How do I, achieve greatness?
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Writing to thee in verses,
“That’s a Thinkers’ way.”
Sincerely yours,
The poet – son of Thinker – thee.
-B. M. Atsen




LEGEND SPEAR
(May, 2007.)
Shakespeare!
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As sharp as the spear,
Your works make me fear.
As sweet as a pear,
Your work has been dear.
As the strong leg of a hare,
You’ve been to your peer.
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I was not near;
But I now don’t care
Like a strong sphere
In the atmosphere ,
To reap my own share,
my share of your hair.
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“The poetic deer”
They called you there;
“The legend spear”
I title you here.
Blessed are you ‘Speare,
For becoming the great spear…
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Shakespeare!
-B. M. Atsen