http://slow.writerscafe.org/Seyi1 The original writings of author Seyi Ojenike en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050705 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the depths of night, I hear a songA sweet melody that fills the airIt echoes softly, sweet and longAs the stars above doth shine so strongMy heart is lifted without a careIn the depths of night, I hear a songIt carries with it a love so strongAnd though I cannot see her thereIt echoes softly, swe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/2848723/ The passing of time is a curious thing,It ebbs and flows like a restless sea,And yet, it moves us forward, like a king.In youth, we long for the days of spring,When life is new and our hearts are free,The passing of time is a curious thing.As we grow older, we spread our wings,And set out on paths w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/2848714/ In midst of chaos, there is still a calm,A place where peace can reign and troubles cease,Where heart and soul can find a healing balm,And troubled minds can find a sense of peace.The world may rage around us, fierce and wild,And storms may threaten to tear us apart,But in that quiet space, we can b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/2848712/ The same set of people ruled a country right from independence. Changing seats of governance and extending tenures in office. Yet, the country still sits on a pile of refuse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/2848711/ Their minds are a paradox,A riddle too complex to solve.Their thoughts like a labyrinth,A maze of madness that evolves. They walk among us, hidden in plain sight,A puzzle to be deciphered, a mystery to unfold.For they are the sane mad men,Whose stories are waiting to be told. Their creativ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/2848298/ In the dark corners of our mindsLurks the shadows of superstitionWhispers of fears and doubts that bindAnd fuel our irrational ambition We seek meaning in random signsAnd cling to beliefs unfoundedAs if they hold some grand designsThat keep our world well-rounded Black cats, broken mirrors.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/2846978/ Politics, a game of power and mightWhere the rules are often bent and slightedA world of deals and hidden agendasWhere truth is lost and ambition festered Poly-ticks, a play on wordsThat captures the essence of the gameWhere politicians dance and pranceTo the tune of the public's acclaim P.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/2846976/ In the village,darkness sweeps through,amidst blinding flashes,and the rumbling of the sky's bellyas the winds blow in,dust and fog follow.dark clouds come hurrying with themthe trees sway - this way and thatto the whistling of the breeze,as open windows and doors shut.the iron roofs rattlein rhythm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/2149151/ Birth to death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/2149150/ When the earth is shaken with a mighty quake,And the earth throws forth her burdens,And man cries: "What is the matter with her?"On that Day she will relate all her news,For your Lord would have commanded her (to do so).On that Day men will go forth in varying states to be shown their deed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1226758/ How dry and hot wouldThe earth have been,Without the rainsFlowing down like a stream.Barren, the earth would beWith no seed to sprout,No water to softenAnd bless our earth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1185616/ Mind setYou thumb my beating coreOf magnitudeInto much cacophonyOblivious of my fragile stateAnd yet playing the doltWhile I paint scenes upon scenesOf blissful matrimonyNow that  wedding bells no longer jingleIn my earsI must make an obeisanceTo the player of the marionette.For all the dreamsO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1185615/ The isle of love is full of romantic melodiesThat struts with sensation in the heart.Love beckons me into shakepeareAnd so I yieldWielding the pen with great artistry;The wake of a master word-smith.Let me pen my emotions on sheet,For I shall sit by youWhile we cuddleAnd read to you, my dear,That wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1185613/ Every time I speak the english man's englishI must say, I always feel feverishHe says it is ranAnd not runnedYet comes back saying gunnedForgetting it should be ganWhat is it with the english man's english,That it is so english?I am very sure he says grewAs past tense for growBut never have I heard .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1185611/ MorountodunMy heart had led me to you. Very receiving was yours, waiting for me all the while. A sweet tingling sensation is what I feel at the thoughts of you my dear.I must say my pumpkin that I am, first, of all dudes privileged. I neither have the money to purchase gifts nor able to pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1125814/ I heard! Heard your spirit soarAs wind of time blows to your endLike rags in a gentle breeze.What wonders will today bringWhat boxes will gifts jingWhat friends will sweet memories ring.Let the celebration begin,And tension loosen.Summon the musicAnd watch filled glasses clink.Ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1119150/ Come my love and let us sit.Under the dark blue skies,Where the stars lit.Arms locked while through fields of love,We creep.Leaving the whole town behind, asleep.Stare into infinityWith love growingTill eternity.I will hold your hands, and you, mine.In both our eyes, this tender .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1114532/ The inhuman broad-daylight murder of four nigerian university undergrads. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1078632/ City of complexity.Half baked under the yellow sun.Buried away into workAs time passes by.Never a dull moment,Never a quiet break. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1070646/ I wrote a poem for you, But I tossed it away. In it I spoke of you With no hint that it would never stay. The feelings in me were very true Contaminating and spreading like a flu. In the streets the hustlers try to survive Everyday a new opportunity So also I tried to keep this love alive. All ended.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1036348/ How I long to see your streetsWhere I would stand aloneTo take a glimpse,To behold what beauty,When lights illuminate the night.Breath in fresh airFrom the dark skies,When pregnant clouds raceIn anticipated rain stormAnd smile at the golden sunIn the morning after.Like this wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1027111/ Would you be dark or lightI cannot sayNo mirror of future to fore-tellBut your beauty so brightLike you cast a spell.With you an ogre, you shall stayAnd bring forth progeny, beautifulLike a new day.That fresh air around you,Calm and coolAnd together we can have our skyBright an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1026114/ Let a kissOf eternal bliss, sweet and wetMoist the damp lipsOf a lover standing restlesslyHalf awakeUnder the blue skiesIn a bright early morningWhen the harmless dew,GleefullyTakes down to playful earthTo caress the fields on whichLovers stand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1023031/ How is itThat I sit and not noticeHow slowly and slowlyI watch the world turn,Changing the light into darkness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1023021/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1013594/ That sun that rays down and setsThat which burns,And dries the skin from moist.Never angered upon our harsh scorns.Yellow and beautifulWhen we met,Has waged war upon us.O my mother earth.The soil on which I trample onHas hardened her grip.She threatens at her very tipWeeds no longer tear at our feet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1013529/ I observe skirts and trousersMoving ceaselessly around,Like blind individualsWearing sunglasses,Sunglasses?Even indoors?They call it fashion,But has fashion lost its sanity?They are filled with deceit,Embracing each other at gatheringsOn dark nights,Love?Still hidden behind shades.These people blind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1012131/ At the time when the ozone was hot,In a place where the chicken hadA republic of their own.Patiently waiting,I sit to a drink of coke.While a vortex of thought in mind.My heart pounding away with fear,Several calls seems to draw her close,And time still far outstretched.A last call.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1011655/ I awakeTo the weary feelingsOf this wilderness.Half spent my lifeDwelling amongst unclean people,In this dark haze.My unclean lipsExhausted to be sanctifiedWithout cause,But willing, of the maladies of thisPeople,And yet I seek sanctuaryFrom unknown malignancies,Thoughts of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1008024/ Often, the news of someone's death comes as a shock to the receiver. So was the news of his death, after we had planned to keep in touch during the holidays following an exhausting semester. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/1002360/ How now my ladyGrown,This feelings heavy for eitherTo bear alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/998943/ s I eagerly await,Oh, how I long to see that day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/998937/ I strive not to be forgotten.ThoughMy time is long gone,I must still preserve my earthly presence,A testament to those who came before.A frozen glimpse of bygone souls. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/998925/ The earth will share in her griefBreak inAnd plumb her depthsTaste the womb that has once beenEnvied by the unborn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/998736/ Appreciating love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/998734/ Appreciating sacrifices made for love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seyi1/998729/