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Love, Insanity & Fools – Gbadegesin Sijuade-Kings
LOVE, INSANITY & FOOLS
I
“No one can be in love
and be wise”
-Francis Bacon
Is this love?
A man’s whole life
revolves round hers?
He thinks nothing else
but of her fullness.
If this is love,
love is insanity.
Is this love?
A man leaves Lagos
and in a hurry gets to Jos.
No! he’s got no job there
But he wants to see her.
If this is love,
Love is insanity.
Is this love?
That a man wakes in the night
and writes of no other thing
Than to scribble about her
But to do so of his thesis, he wouldn’t dare
If this is love,
Love is insanity.
II
Must a man be a fool,
To be in love?
Can’t he be in love
Without being her fool?
Who loves a fool?
Nay, no one
Why then do love
And loving make men fools?
True love is wise.
It’s a height.
It makes bright,
And has no lies.
What then has the fool
To do with love
A large pool
Beyond his forte
Love is for the wise
For those who know
How to make its wine
In the souls of men glow.
Love is above fools
It’s a song for wise souls,
A sacred pool
Which foolishness fouls.
III
Love is insanity;
Love is for the wise.
-Gbadegesin Sijuade-Kings
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NOTE: The three parts were written days apart.
A MAN IN LOVE (Lovestruck) – Gbadegesin Sijuade-Kings
A MAN IN LOVE
When a young man falls in love,
He laughs and laughs like a lark,
Grinning from ear to ear,
Like in the days he was a lad.
Countinging the years
He lived, searching for that love,
He dreams his dreams come true,
For his newfound love clouds his mind
Making him think
He’s got the best he can ever
Until the day she turns
Refusing to say “good bye”
Nor to come again.
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OPTING OUT – Gbadegesin Sijuade-Kings
OPTING OUT
Often, he falls in love.
But each time
He takes his stand,
To clean his bruise
And dust his cloth,
He breaks their hearts.
Each time,
He escapes their bondage,
And his mind is freed
From their hostages,
They tow into doldrums,
Of pains, aches and heartbreaks.
Should he be blamed,
For their aches?
If he had bored the goad
of being a fool.
And of yielding to his foolishness.
Shouldn’t they have their turns?
Must he who would love first fall?
True love is unfailing.
Of Things I Love : Blue & crimson – Gbadegesin Sijuade-Kings
Blue, how I love you
Calmly you showed me nobility
And softly, true serenity
In many hues.
Daily, I behold you, high
Far, up in the sky.
Daily, showing me calm
Even when it seems not where I am.
I love you blue
For you brought no hurt
Even when others flare hot
You keep me cool.
Away from the earth
Far from its brown and dirt
You abound,
In seas without bound.
Sapphire they named it
Zephyr, I call it
For in this priceless stone
Your calm abound.
Dear blue, this I seek to know
For I know not
If you abound at home
Where I shall be, never to rot.
II
Crimson, crimson,
Truly, crime you’re known with
But with the rich I see you
If only in their sins.
From bottles you pour
And in crystals you’re gulped
For in all life you are, pure
Until they are gorged.
Of crystals
Rubies you chose
And of flowers, rose:
To be a sign of passion.
In you I was born, both times
But never in you
I seek to return,
Not even in June!
All men, saints and insane,
A precious portion of you they contain
Yet, they thirst for others
Not minding to murder.
Of green and purple
I shall write
But not until my mind bubbles
And commands my hand!
-Gbadegesin Sijuade-Kings
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