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Love and Lovers

Adelere Adesina

LOVE AND LOVERS

Vol. 1

Adelere Adesina
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CONTENTS

CONTENTS ............................................................ iv
DEDICATION ......................................................... v
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT .......................................... vi
PREFACE ............................................................. viii
Timed Love .................................................................. 1
A Sole Victor in the Battle ............................................. 2
Pain ......................................................................... 4
lurve's labyrinth in labyrinthine lurve ................................... 6
Tell What Love is, I Prithee ........................................... 7
The Comfort in Hell ...................................................... 9
Nightmares of Cupid ..................................................... 10
Heartbeat I-IV ............................................................ 12
Though Ragged .......................................................... 14
Lay stones on Stone ...................................................... 15

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DEDICATION
To my lovely family and all who has loved, loves and will love.

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
Now, when it comes to acknowledging, if I would mimic Professor
Osundare, Niyi in his lecture in one of the series of lectures
delivered quarterly in University of Ibadan, Nigeria, I would say,
as he quoted a speaker said, ‘Doxology.’ Of the truth, I praise,
first and foremost, the Most High for His infinite love – in an
unambiguous phrase, there is no lover as passionate as He is. I give
Him all the glory for being there always to love me, especially when
man fails. Many thanks to the Lord’s body in Nigeria, and in all
places, for their contribution to my growth and development. I would
be nowhere without you. May God reward you largely.
My thanks go to my family: my parents first, then my sisters –
Adesola, Abigail, Adeseun, Adeola and Adejoke. You are God’s
special blessing to me. I love you all. In this same large family are
my mum, Elida, from Argentina – with my brother, Lau – my
sister, Kemi from Lagos, my sister, Amaka (aka Bee) from Abuja
and my brother, Joshua from Ibadan. May we have such an
enduring relationship.
My unfading gratitude goes to sweet friends and writers who have
such uniqueness that is rare and is motivating. The like of Ms
Morgan, Irena, Mr Eze, O’Star, Mr Jones, Profit, Mr
Abayomi, Ogunniyi, Mr Ubini, Rex Mayor and the rest are
much appreciated. I dare mention my appreciation of all the members

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of Poets and Muses, FOS Headquaters, Penfreaks, Lovers of
Pen and LAUTECH’s Poets on WhatsApp have done for my
literary and non-literary life. Words are just too limited to
appreciate you all.
My precious teacher, Mr Ojewole, Olumide (aka Okonta) is very
much appreciated for his enduring passion to make me become a good
student. I cannot thank you enough, dear sir.
My thanks to the rose of my life is as infinite as time. Thanks to
you for being a friend and help, Ademidotun.

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PREFACE
When we talk about love, as I have said in Love on the Pine, we
talk about a force that is seen with a blur mirror – we do not get to
fully describe it, because it is all of it that we see, but a small
fragment of a large whole. This book of ten poems talks, at some
point, about love and, at some other points, lovers. It is hoped that
in the very continuous ‘attempt’ of mine to talk clearly about love, I
do get to achieve this difficult task. It is also hoped that you also
enjoy the reading of this poetry. Thank you.
Adelere Adesina

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Timed Love
'Tis been timed
ab initio;
tim'd to arrive
at this moment.
The meeting's not
an accident, but
a longing accident.
'Tis been timed
ab initio;
tim'd to start
when you set
your piercing
demanding eyes
on this poor soul.
'Tis been timed
ab initio;
tim'd to end
if time folds
and spreads
a million time;
eternity's cease.

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A Sole Victor in the Battle
In the armageddon of man's heart,
where lie duties as the sun's long watch,
'n' induties as the dead's long watch,
there lies all a victim,
and one a victor.
The golden honesty and metallic loyalty,
all defeated, even pride and infidelity,
by the only victor
that has the touch of life
and can wake the good again.
It is the venom of selflessness
and the poison of liveliness,
the one who destroys a city in carelessness
and builds a city in carefulness,
the one whose power is infinite,
o, beyond the finite space.
A city is the running heart,
and so destructive it is to her,
as he will bring her down to no resistance
and she will surrender to its sunny might,
even, sun surrenders to it.
A city is the willing heart

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of will that will will the goodwill
and will be mahogany to build her fortune,
the riches of the ocean will not be enough
to compare to the vastness of excellence.
It is love
he is love
it is he
he is it
the one victor in the battle.

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Pain
Let my soul,
straddling horses of love
in the planet where lived two,
but one and just now
tell you what pain
is.
Is it not
the ache of the heart
as though the night of lone
will me swallow
into its bowels of silence,
isn't?
Is it not
the spasm of the thinking
as though the thought of lone
will me consume
into its deeps of sorrows,
isn't?
When pain is pitchfork used to move joy,
cutlass used to weed happiness,
spade used to remove gaiety,
silence used to quench words,
will you not know the prick of a knife

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on your most soft heart?
The seizure of my vessels
that ship honourable thoughts
and golden blood
and ceasure of air
in my lungs
are but pain's demo.
Then, pain is when you love
but to the loved cannot show love,
for as the earth, you must be mute,
and as the moon, observe, sir!
No hunger pangs than love's.

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lurve's labyrinth in labyrinthine lurve
is it, he prithee tell, the dew o' passion,
that his poor, penniles' soul bought,
which all gold mines o' the world
were unable to have, by his compassion
ate he'rt?
then when he doth have thy jewel
'n' thine honour 'n' glory,
in the room thou taketh his wretch,
he lost all the essence, well
nigh himself.
'tis thou he treasureth 'bove the breath
'f daffodilous and lotusic accent 'n' scent
in thine innermost chamber 'f love,
even in thine eternally incomparable wealth
y hea't.
in thy lurve's labyrinth, where sun governeth not
and where moon queeneth not, even stars,
in thine ethereal cascades, there lost him
all he be, all becometh naught
y veins.

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Tell What Love is, I Prithee
Thou wise of my land,
whose mind is but landmark,
tellest thou what be love,
or what becometh of lovers,
I prithee.
Is it disgust within 'n' plain without,
like the face of Pluto from afar?
It mayest be the words like spit,
dried as a rain drop in the desert
in a second, nay, millisecond.
It couldst be the shadows of pamper
to suffer a man for the gains of one's needs.
Or the spell of reflex affection
that binds the heart by the sorcerer.
Must it be the night with thy lover
whose breasts are as the moon
and reflective hair as the sun,
and thy lust done in thine haste,
an inamorata to tango?
I knowest to tell thee one thing,
pray me not to oversay,
nor to undersay the needful,

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for words of love
as weighty as an anchor.
Love is the heart's burden
and lightness of the soul,
the sourness in the pure mind
and sweetness to flourish it,
the beat of another in thine heart.

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The Comfort in Hell

The comfort in hell
as roses so well
on platform of thorns
that hit one as horns;
the comfort above
from comes is love.

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Nightmares of Cupid
The archer drew his heartstring
when day still ordered human's affairs.
He rendered all his heartbeing
when light still offered goddess with cares.
Then, he fell heavily into night's large hands
when he helped heart o' his into queen's court's minds.
Flashes of daunting images clustered his soul's eyes,
when he wandered in the fields:
the touch of betrayal so real
that it killed the surreal;
the bleeding heart suffering
the bow of the archer.
Yet, they praise you, Cupid;
they hail the lovers who groan,
he softly moaned,
like a passion driven wide high,
he softly groaned.
He staggered out of the surreal,
out of the phantoms haunting him,
into this vastness endless
and the so real became surreal.
So a mare's nest he's ran into,
the arrow, the boy, the bow, the wings.
Yea, wings.
Wings he saw lifting him like an angel:
all were vain; all were lost; all were tain'.

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All, all he'd seen, even in the daylight,
all, all were vain, were nightmares.

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Heartbeat I-IV
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Come my love to here,
where our hearts are one.
Come my love to here,
where our voice are sticked.
Come my love to here,
where our pulse is rhymed.
Come my love to here,
where our minds are mind.
II
Let the songs of even
sing our lips in shadows.
Let the words of lovers
say our mouth in cottage.
Let the prays of martyrs
gush our heart in gallows.
Let the peak of rapture

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reach our souls in rhythm.
III
Where hearts are one,
one is beat, is blood.
Where our voice are sticked,
song is pain, is gain.
Where our pulse is rhymed,
flesh is warmth, is heat.
Where our minds are mind,
one is us, is we.
IV
Shadows hide our music.
Cottage homes our secret.
Gallows taste our faithful.
Rhythm calls our euphor.

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Though Ragged
The tunes of your melody is sweet in my heart,
though very ragged,
as penury's best dress,
in my wealthy ears.
The face of your make-up is alluring in my heart,
though very ragged,
as mirror's first distaste,
in my beautiful eyes.
The touch of your soft hands is tender in my heart,
though very ragged,
as rock's first son,
in my velvety skin.
My being ask I
why night I think of you at,
though ragged as the verse are you,
and my dreams your ghost play with in.

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Lay stones on Stone
Lay stones on Stone, my prime.
Lay kisses on Kiss, my bride.
Lay passions on me, my darling.
Lay ecstasy in my grip, my lady.
Lay rapture on my bed, my sweetie.
Lay euphoria in my hold, my honey.
Lay flowers in my vase, my joy;
water with me from my stream.
Lay your thirst in my eyes,
that my tears serve in drought.
Lay your hunger in my skin,
that my flesh serve in famine.
Lay your stress in my sleep,
that my nights may put you to bed.
Lay family in my house, my dove.
Lay children in my chambers, my joy.
Lay seeds in my garden, my heart.
Lay future in my present, my wife.
Lay your stones on our Stones, my soul.
Lay your kisses on our Kisses, my love.

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THANK YOU FOR READING
Thank you for reading this book, dear reader. Have you read Love
on the Pine? It is absolutely free. Get it on … Also, watch out for
the publishing of the second volume of Love and Lovers. Thank you
once again.
Adelere Adesina

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