Triggers

Adeleke Adesuyi

Description

Poetry; Canadian Poetry; Nigerian
A collection of a mixed match of poetry imploring the subject of love, mystics, and other musings. There is the make what you wish element at the core of the writing style, however, it is easy to follow and even sing along!
Divided into ten chapters introduced by a short reflection that captures the mood and overall, these of the chapter.
Triggers so-called because of the impulsiveness of the writer’s inspiration. The sun, the moon, and the occasional brush with the mundane set off sparks in this writer’s mind. The result is almost a hundred poems many written whole on the road!
Written to be explored and enjoyed!

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press
• Date de parution: 31 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798765226025
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 8 Mo

Extrait

Triggers
Mystic, Love and Musings!
ADELEKE ADESUYI

Copyright © 2022 Adeleke Adesuyi.
 
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ISBN: 979-8-7652-2637-7 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-2602-5 (e)
 
 
 
Balboa Press rev. date: 10/29/2022

CONTENTS
Chapter 1Endings and other chronicles of time’s passage
Endings!
Six O’Clock
Triggers
6 AM
Cravings
Deep Cut
Familiar Song
Early Spring VI
Musings in Fall
Chapter 2Mirage and The Lame Games of The Mind
Magic!
September 10
Rebellion
Soaring!
Insomnia
Seawall Randoms
Cold Night at Eaton Square
Chapter 3Rants and Occasional Pulsations of Hope
Vancouver’s veins
Negro Chorus
Low Tides
September 3
Gutbucket
State of the Union
Rumble on the Plateau
Vicious Vicars
Orimolade!
Drummer’s Pouch
Good Man Down!
Chapter 4Certainty and Life’s iconic dance with fate!
After Fall!
Reality
Wingless Swarm
Thoughts on the Patio
Seventy!
Truth Betrayed
Chapter 5Encomiums for the Maker; recognition beyond the first few lines
Seawall Randoms (2)
Bonus Prayer
Obsecration
Supplications
Living
Hope for Sale
Encomium to my Maker
Silver Lining
West Georgia Blues
Chapter 6Love; The tingling sensation and the tragedy of unquestioned trust.
Ode to Pounded Yam
Dear Alake,
Butterflies
Mama Mi!
Love to War
Soothing Tracks
Climax
Compline
Quandary.....
Enthralled!!!
Chapter 7Leaking pen and pillory for a selected few
September 7
Grilled Words
Interlude
Ballad For Basterds
Night in Fall Harare
The Bottle’s Sting
20,000fts Above the Rockies
Two Warriors!
Twilight in Gbadolite
September 18
Epilogue Rustling Grass
Rustling Grass
As the flame smothers…..
About the Author

Triggers- Mystic, Love and Musings!
I have brooded over the idea of the publication of my several years of ramblings that I have been discreetly cataloging on words for quite a bit. While I consider myself more of an expressionist than a poet, I have always loved the genre. As you might discover in the style and the sequence of my lines, it is easy to assume that some of these writings come from personal experience with fate, faith, and even occasional fatalities. It is much more than that. Regardless, to every piece of poetry, it is hard to ignore the deep feelings of the author, his life journeys and most interestingly the object and sometimes subject of his musings.
Inspiration comes in different colors. Just as a butterfly, some are much more glamorous than the others. However, the most exotic outpour may possibly not be the one with the most ostentatious colors, but those that are hardly expressed in the congregation of deep reflective thinkers. While I might not be solely convinced that my expressions are exclusive, there is a push behind this melancholic optimist! Pensive for the most part, yet pleasantly surprised about how quickly I am geared to pick the pen, the flow of thoughts marinating in the subconscious and the pictures painted by this regular mind leaves me deeply humbled.
I am triggered! The air, the sun, the singing of the birds speaks to me in languages I hardly know but can feel realistically and passionately. There is no rhythm to the spark of the words, the rhymes are often a creation of coincidental risks. Yet, I have never ceased to embrace the reality of the joy of expulsion, relief from the aching of the mind to reveal those well knitted nuggets of wisdom about self, soul, sanity and sometimes dear country!
I have held these rants close to my rib cage, but it is time to set them loose. Perhaps it might find better expressions in reading and ruminating than in the deep archives of cerebral spaces. There is a rage that comes with age; it breaks boundaries and silence. I find ironic solace in the epitaph of many of my honorable schemes which I failed to execute. “Another Lottery ticket torn” there lies my ultimate trigger.
Are words capable of conveying the original thoughts of a poet? You be the judge. Expressions are mere attempts to place the recipient in the spot already occupied by the writer. This can have varying outcomes, but ultimately beautiful renditions would often sprout therefrom.
To you, I leave a piece of my heart, I hope it beats in the same or a better sequence than it did with me. I also hope you find your own Trigger and grace your days with magnificent reflections!

Dedication
To my lovely bride and dear son, Olayinka (Ejiwunmi) and Adefolawe
Acknowledgements
Oluwafemi Melord- Editor
Anwuacha Frank Achulike- Illustration


CHAPTER 1
ENDINGS AND OTHER CHRONICLES OF TIME’S PASSAGE
“I have come to appreciate the inherent power of closed doors. The harder they shut, the faster we need to move along! New levels of elevation hardly surface without the total removal of the past fading. It is hard and somewhat annoying to be denied access to that which we think is rightfully ours. However, with hindsight comes knowledge that elicits a satisfactory kind of smile. To every closed door I raise my glass, Gracias!
 
Endings!
Literally from the first breath I stole
It was obvious this ride was but for a while
Season in and out my skin peels like a bulb
Each convocation, another shovel deep in the ground
Everyday a chapter of epic existence written
Happy days and those that never end like the sea
Places my dreams, ferried me like a tramp
Nights that made my moon dark and blue
Mornings with endings, evenings with newness
My seeds now trees that my arms cannot wrap
My deeds only the cherubs could recount at the supper
In this part of the seen, our eyes see no end
This alarm is not false, it was set at conception
Our quests a contraption of inordinate appetite
The food that fuels the aging of our years
My feet on the ground reading the mileage
How many more hurdles can my torso handle?
I dropped my jaw in awe, but my heart still fell
No vice, few lies but many eyes long for the palace.
Not going to sweat because I know it’s ending
The earth is dying, but not before I lay resting!
Six O’Clock
I was awoken by the crow of my neighbour’s nefarious cockerel
Eyes open, but the mind held its gates for ransom
Why art this rascal not plucked for the evening drinking?
Aren’t there laws in these plains anymore?
Dangerously close to where my head lay aching, I hear it muttering
The message it brought must be from that muppet Ruben