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My Rubicon – by Femi Olabisi

‘To be, or not to be’ was my thought
Months of divided dilly-dallying
Of wishing, and rejection
Of what lies beyond the present
Clouded my thought

My resolve was, as steel
Strong, as a crude diamond
At least, that was my stance
My story changed,
The steeling resolve liquesced

It happened, eventually
And now, in my moments
Reliving what can’t be undone
I sojourned between twin thoughts
Was it right, was it wrong?

Time will tell of my action
Tomorrow will adjudicate.
Now I wait, awaiting,
Banking of hope
Hope all will be well

Was it the flesh, or fate
Or a random failing?
I have crossed the Rubicon
I sailed untested waters.
Time will tell, and deliver the verdicts.

© Femi Olabisi (September 13, 2014)

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Posted by on Sep 13, 2014 in Poem, Poetry, True Life


The Road Not Taken – by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,



And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

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Posted by on Jan 25, 2013 in Poetry



When we were in panties

And when gullibility marked our heyday

We sang of heroes past

Of heroic sons and daughters


Yesterday was pillared on hope

Hope of a better tomorrow

But that which we hoped for

Of that which our hope tethered


Leadership tragedy assassinated

All that which we hoped for



Whose pocket was hitherto filled to brim

With so much in kitty

Degenerated into a pauper state

Because of prodigal sons and daughters


Our hope was only a hope

Our dream remains a dream

Yesterday we sang of heroes

Today it is sans heroes


Lootocratic executives are just to steal

Kleptomanic judiciary is blind to justice

Legislatures just to fill their kitty

All to steal without pity


Tomorrow is bleak and dark

For a nation so bless with looters

The hope remain is ‘us’

The spring of ‘Arab Spring’ is what we need


© Femi Olabisi (November 2012)


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Posted by on Nov 29, 2012 in Poetry


CLOUDED (A POEM) – by Femi Olabisi

It is a generational maxim

that life is a mystery unknown;

a journey beset with dreadful forebodings;

a variegated landmark of discordant terrains


I was born and bred

I was cultured to reason

that life is a nutty riddle

indefinitely clouded to discern

and beyond mortals dissecting


My heyday was a nurturing

a platitude of facts of life

a catechism of what lies ahead

a baptism into realities


But my libertinage to adulthood

my transformation to real realities

pictures a world of banalities;

where sacrifice is never measured

and sycophancy ever treasured


My ontology is totally fogged

my being lethargic to things around

because the world is clouded

and forever a mystery unknown.


© Femi Olabisi (April 2010)


Twitter: @ Femiolas

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Posted by on Jul 27, 2012 in Poetry



To the girl whose beauty is present

In all seasons.  

I tell you why you are beautiful.


Your beauty extends into the heavens

It goes on forever and never lessens.

Even when the cloud heightens

You are here and the world brightens.

You are like a fruit that constantly ripens

Your beauty grows and widens


My fondness for you constantly deepens

Every time I see you my heart weakens

You make everything else appear hollow

Wherever you are, my heart is sure to follow

You shine so bright; you cast your own shadow.


A beauty that others would love to borrow

For them to have you to follow

Your being they never can catch

Something like you they could never match.

Your beauty increases without a limit

Every breath reaches the zenith.


My imagination can stretch

It makes me question if what I am seeing is real.

I only know it is true by the way I feel

Your beauty is so vast it can’t be concealed.

There is no hiding it; your beauty is always revealed.


The power of your beauty is world’s greatest gift

The heaviest boulder it could easily lift.

A girl this perfect I never knew, all that

Changed the moment we met.

Heaven on earth I was not aware

Until I met a girl that was crafted with such a care


You would be the answer to a prayer

If someone asked for something rare

With beauty to spare.

If I had a choice I would choose,

Your love over the air I breathe

For air can’t compare to a girl

Not found elsewhere


© Blessing Ukamaka  (January 2012)

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Posted by on Jul 26, 2012 in Poetry




For long I searched endlessly

For years I peregrinated for a love so scarce

For you I had waited in great anticipation

For a love so true my heart yearned so desperately


Then in horizon you materialised

The blossoming beauty your being oozed

Touched my heart in profound desperation

The budding love I hitherto kept within

To maturity my love germinated for you


Your presence brought a great relief

Your love unchained my heart in chains.

Years of endless sojourning in search for love

Your love finally terminated.


For you I will trudge the world

For you I will give my world

For you I will forsake the world

For your love is pure and true.

© Femi Olabisi (February 2012)

Twitter: @ Femiolas



Posted by on Jun 28, 2012 in Poetry


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My soul went into a dialogue;


In a rememoration

And foraging,

In yesteryears – dissecting

What had, what is, what may


The continual presage

And hallowed decay

Of this dark sun – this Africa


Hers was a hidden haven

Unadulterated, unblemished; untainted….

This was my being, my land – dear Africa

Till preyed upon

By black Vultures,

Pillared by white Hounds

Who rode her into abyssed depth,

Into a precipice of imbalance


Sagged is that once sumptuous breast

Milked by twinned evil


In the devilish colo-neocolonialism.

And her milked rind

Is not even spared

By risible glitterati –

Pseudo-angelic sons and daughters.

            Who will bail her?

            From prebendal nouveau riches

            Who now saunter

            In their ill-gotten wealth


 ©Femi Olabisi (December 2006)


Twitter: @ Femiolas


Posted by on Jun 20, 2012 in Poetry

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