This page showcases some of the poems that have come from the quiet Tunde Sesan. Enjoy his pen and mind...
The Men in the Room 250207
For long I peeped from a distance
I longed to be part of this room without resistance
From a distance I saw the room'?s beauty and magnificence
Relished the thought that one day I?'ll own a part of the room
Then the day came that I was chosen for an entrance
I recall that moment a glow in my soul
A feat I sought for long against my foe
Then I became part of the men in the room
A room with writers pacing back and forth, pen in hand with loudness untold
Deep and lofty tales flow from beautiful, lousy and shallow minds
Stories untold and some untrue, scribbled by men in a hall so wide
Stories birthed by men who? are so wild
Men always on edge to reveal events
Among whom are the lowly and the high who will not relent
In the room we believe the truth must always be told
But the rot in us we cease to unfold
We tell tales, pen down and show the world the vices of the mighty
Yet as the lowly, our dealings outside this room could be called dirty
How amazing that all things we know
But I fear sound truth will not always be told
Restless, energetic and unassuming, we ?are always prepared
To scoop sensational ideas for stories, and overlay with our names
Our names to hold us in fear, to see that we get no blame
I seek to flee the room now, because I sense so much shame
For some truth concealed I feel lame
Nevertheless I must confess
This room in itself is not the mess
But with many of these men I joined my heart is vexed
So be it my heart I must protect, I must flee from the men in the room
But I glory in this, that once in life, I was a part of the men in the room
The Lime (Life) 12-02-02 7pm
There was so much of my time
That I had to taste lime
This lime I taste may never rhyme
Flesh and blood knows not why
The lime still flows and always fly
The bitter lime that never dries
Undying lime that makes me strong
I taste the lime I don't do wrong
I bow my head to the only one
From whom the lime flows head long
This life is lime events of time
To see the truth and face the tide
Before the lime I know not life
The bitter lime that makes me grow
My humming bird in a scientific net 150202
Humming bird! Humming bird!
Sing to me a love song
Bird: Romantic cager! Romantic cager!
How I love your cage
Humming bird! Humming bird!
But every bird loves to fly and be free
Bird: Romantic cager! Romantic cager!
Your cage is big enough for me
Big enough to fly and sing
Oh humming bird! My humming bird!
My heart is soaked with bliss
Why don't you come, my humming bird
And sing upon my palm
Bird: Here I come romantic cager
To dense your heart with love
Pray! Watch out my humming bird
For that scientific net!
It's there to catch! It's there to trap!
For see it's dangerously cool!
Bird: I'll sing to you my romantic cager
But inside the scientific net
This net is not mine my humming bird
Please do sing upon my palm
Bird: Something I see in the scientific net
That makes me delight to stay
Not to fret my handsome cager
I'll sing to you
What sees you my humming bird
That makes you want to stay
This net's not mine, not yours to stay
It belongs to the black scientist I abhor
Bird: I'll sing from here my romantic cager
For I see that science I've always loved
Not to worry to sing my humming bird
For here upon my hand my humming bird
My golden butterfly has come to tickle.
Journey into tunes 080302
When I wander off the touchable cosmic
Into the abstract mimed by man
Ecstasy and bliss gush from within
Covers and enshrouds make it be like home
When I find no home in this home of mine
When I feel no rest with a delicacy of bone
Then embark I into a journey to tunes
There are times I dread, the tunes indigenous
There are tunes I embrace and make voluminous
For in me is a flash more like fire
That sparks a glow, the heart I admire
Just like my blood, flows like a flood
Through all my veins without a flaw
The tunes of my land I shun and spite
But the stranger's tune I embrace with might
With time I've wondered with great attempt
To resolve with my land with no contempt
Still the tunes afar delights my soul
Now lost in journey; becoming a ghost
When the taste of nature gets bitter on me
I flee into tunes, the songs of my peace
Songs into my ear, they cover like shield
The technical road of disillusion 180202
A path twinkles and shines like the day sun
My eyes behold and searches as it burns
Within the heart I feel the joy of dripping oil
It veils my light from feet on slippery soil
A path with end unseen but shadow and fog
But still the path excites my heart and blood
So decides my will to traverse the path
A technical path of modernity but futile
Ideas, signs, commences, reveals
In the path I choose that slowly preys
Some friends and foes bemused at its cudgels
With brisk they turn to the way of art, unbent
And I, famished but so technical I desire to be
Now drops and falls accrue to me
On a road of techniques that I uncuddled
The road of arts and facts abreast
Cold sweat, warmth with beauty and rest
I touched the path of art undoomed
From a technical road, that of disillusion.
What is left untouched 080302 To my international dove
You're my international dove
That soars and glides above the globe
For you I took it upon me, a burden
To me it comes all of a sudden
To write in simplicity but solid
On all that touches me about you
Before I dreamt that you will be
You can give to me if need be
The mandate to touch from your head
That way to me will be the best
Strands of hair that feel like the touch of velvet
Shiny eyebrows, curved like the bow of the kings archer
Angel's eyes as yours; that sparkle as the sun
Convinced that your lips are soft as petals
Nightingales would rather back up the sound of your voice
You walk with steps that rhyme my heart's beat
I do not find words that express such excellence
They say you re beautiful, but to me its pestilence
Because I do not count you to be beautiful
What kind of beauty makes a man so faithful
Faithfulness; yet to demand being so dutiful
So dutiful to you who is to be
Grant my heart always your voice to hear
A cold juice in the scorching sun
That rekindles the fire to burn
To burn the will never to love again
In your smile I see my future
Teeth shinning like the magic mirror
The womb that bore me is aptly informed
She's waiting for the sound of the bell
When your angelic body gets clothed in white
As I hold your palm, soft as royal cake
And we both face an International priest
That'll tie me with an angel from heaven
Anything else, international dove?
What is left untouched?
