So 2019 First Poetry – REVELOETOREY

the revelation of poetry, Reveloetorey

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There be battles you need fight twice

For the ice cold of hatred is twice the ice

So fight again

Don’t quit again

This year will ride on the strings of time

You better ride on the strings of eternity

The best hunter is the past

Don’t be a prey

Floating in mid-heaven this year

May not work things out as always

Snap out of that comfort zone

Float a battle axe

Float a shield made of brass

Float your girdle

Float your helmet

Let your sword swing lightly and swiftly

For your enemy is never willing

To fight a fair fight

So 2019 first poetry

Look beyond Poetry

You’ll find “REVELOETOREY”

Yea! I said it here first….

Coming soon!

©Adedeji2019

Dialogue Poetry Love Series Five (Featuring Tatiana Manaois Music)

Diana: (From her window, she sights Paul with Deborah, far into the central Sweden Park but her heart can only see Paul. Before her voice could even call his name, her heart shouted PAUL! PAUL!! PAUL!!!)

She whispered, “Whoever is the script writer, God or man, be warned, I’m tearing up this script and rewriting it my own way! (She exit her hotel)

Dialogue Poetry Love – Diana and Paul, the Poetry Love Drama continues…
Dialogue Poetry Love and Tatiana Manaois music are a perfect sync in my own opinion as her lyrics are also poetic.

Paul finds Deborah…”There she is! Deborah!!!

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji - Series Five
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Five

Paul: My Angel! My heart beat, reason for my living. I thank the Stars and the God of heaven for not erasing a day such as those from His calendar…

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji - Series Five
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Five

Deborah: (Singing “Then I saw You by Tatiana Manaois

“If love were to walk inside my room

I don’t think I would know it’s you

Cause there’s just been too many times

When I thought that I found the one

And I wouldn’t be so surprised

If love has already seen my eyes

Oh! How could I let, let myself be so blind

But then I saw you, you

I was so blind, but then I saw you

I saw you

And somehow you chose me

As if something told you

The same thing it told me

Cause I heard a voice sing your name

Then you told me you heard the same

I never that this day would come

The day that I fall in love

But then I saw you, you

I was so blind, but then I saw you

I saw you.”

Why do thous make such thanksgiving. Your doubts has overshadowed you. What were you thinking. That I’ll leave you mid-way on your path to greatness without my love on its path?

Paul: My brain are closed for the day. Your voice with that song are one, perfect to my ear. I shall not reason they words. Thy words of greatness and the question of why now? Just let’s rush through this moment to the Altar and tie these soul knots before Karma awaken from her slumber!

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji - Series Five
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Five

Deborah: So you have not fired Karma? More so, your deodorant doesn’t smell like you’re innocent, tell me, who’s she?

Paul: The lady I met is a great lady. Her dwelling is in Great Britain…

Deborah: Shhhshh! I hear her footsteps right behind you. I see her soul searching for your soul. Tell me, is she fairer than me?

Paul: Say not so my love! Aha! My negligence had brought this upon me. But my ways shouldn’t be questioned Deborah, for my heart was alone without yours when we met.

Deborah: I know her. I have seen her star within the territory of my galaxy. She is my nemesis. She is my Karma. She is my Déjà vu! But what do you know?

Paul: I cannot tell the tale of your Oprah. I cannot understand your sentimental sentinism… Please my love, let your words be straight and forward. 

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji - Series Five
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Five

Deborah: It’s all similar Paul but you do not see it. See, let me show you. Similar is similar to similar but my Oprah changes when my similar is not similar to similar. So similarly, similar cannot be similar to similar in this case.

Paul: Your Oprah and my similar are clearly not similar my dear love? 

Deborah: Tell the tale yourself my friend! Or what right do I have to institute a qualm in this scenario?

Diana: (From her window, she sights Paul with Deborah, far into the central Sweden Park but her heart can only see Paul. Before her voice could even call his name, her heart shouted PAUL! PAUL!! PAUL!!!)

She whispered, “Whoever is the script writer, God or man, be warned, I’m tearing up this script and rewriting it my own way! (She exit her hotel)

The drama continues… Share pls😁😂😁😂

Series Six (6) coming 🚓🚔🚓🚔🚓🚔

Dialogue Poetry Love – Series Four

Beginning of a Love Drama. Diana will go to the end of the world to make Paul see her, recognize her that she is capable of being his wife. Paul, after Five years, got a positive response from his only true love, Deborah.

Dialogue Poetry of Love, the drama just began. 

Crazy for Love!

Paul and Diana, chasing shadows in Sweden!

Diana: Paul, my love. He must have touched down in Sweden by now. Karma can’t fly I bet her wings are broken coz I will chase my love to the end of the world and even, alternate universes. I wonder why this Pilot is riding the wind on a slow pace. Maybe I should take over from him. Aha! I’m I not running crazy like this? But what is that compared to the love I have for Paul.

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Four

Why would Deborah not see him five years ago and take him away, they should probably have kids by now? Or can’t he just see that she doesn’t love him the way I do? Aha! The dexterity of reality is truly to balme for lack of knowledge. The texture of dreams have gone soft. The trance of visions have become plain fantasies. Where would we place this poetry of love if life continues to dictate the pace of our heart beat. Thunderstorms should just crash this plane right and let and Earthquake hit Paul so that we meet in heaven! But no! That’s not what I want! I want his kids, his blood in my veins. Paul!!!
Paul: Hmmn! My face cannot wait to behold her face. But my vision keeps seeing her face under a veil. Aha! This is very confusing! I know that five years ago, when I spoke with Deborah, asking her to be my wife, I was a sure a veil covered her face, so she couldn’t see the best of reasons to marry me. Well, I’ll ignore, my grandfather once told me, “The heart of a troubled man is accompanied with a covering veil over his thinking cap!” 

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji

But Diana, Diana! I should have been more careful, been true to myself, should have been aware of my glory, how it seduced Diana to a fault. She ain’t that kinda woman! Yet, I remember her grace, her faith, her race, her brace, her poor showing at the pool side, fighting over me with the lustful Bar attendant, fighting over that didn’t belong to her. I should have been far away from her the first day she said come. I should have been brave enough to say no to our first date when she asked me out. I shouldn’t have should when I should have not have should! Lines upon lines and catching the feelings are surely escorted by lines of steer into her beautiful eyes. Why would Karius give up on her even though he’s maimed? He should have tried harder despite catching the grenade for her! Why did James leave her hanging at the Altar? What man on Earth will have a chance to behold Diana and leave her alone? Men are blind, women are confused!

Diana: Aha! Sweden, see her beautiful skies. Surely, Deborah must be beautiful. She must have woken up from a deep sleep. What drug should I gift her that would make her sleep for a century and a day? Lord please, whisper to this Pilot to land quickly, my legs are eager to run. I hope I find him before he finds her. Wait! Before he finds her? So, could that mean that she is not looking for him, chasing after him? Aha! Paul! This lady doesn’t love you. Why would a man who is more beautiful than Angels leave Great Britain and lift himself from the his throne, descending low to search for you and…and…and… Gosh! What is the matter with me. I’m definitely crazy! But this Swedish sky is something else, I wonder what it looks like on the outside. Like Plane painted on a beautiful sky, bluring her beauty…

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Four

Just look at it if you can see it coz I can’t, yet, Paul is more beautiful than this. This mechanical bird and this sky under the law of nature is nothing compared to the beauty of Paul. Deborah is ungrateful. I can smell her ingratitude causing an euphoria of displeasure to my soul already. My stomach grumbles for food, but my meat and drink is to have Paul. Stomach, listen carefully, I don’t care if you starve to death, unless Paul is by my side, no food for you!

Touch Down!

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Four

Paul: Home sweet home only because of Diana…no, sorry, Deborah! Arrgh! Diana is in my head, loosening every screw! GET OUT! But no, she only creates more space within my heart. Surely, Deborah must not see me like this, she will I’ve been with a lady, Diana!

Diana: I can still perceive his deodorant in this airport despite the multitude and nose  bashing flow of a million deodorant worn by travelling folks. This is my third time in Sweden. I remember Karius chasing down here from Great Britain. This was where he jumped in front of the train for me when I found myself thinking as to why James left me hanging on the Altar.

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Four

Quiet a number of things have changed in this airport except Karma. Karius chased me here, now I’m chasing Paul here. He once told me he too, he chased Deborah here. Sweden must be the land of nativity for Karma. Silly Karma, and Déjà vu, can’t they just go to the school of forgiveness and leave judgement alone? No! I blame judgement! Why did she birth Karma and Déjà vu on the same day, knowing well that they are not identical twins. Theorists may argue my philosophy about these two, but that’s not my concern for now, Paul Is, where is Paul Karma?

Paul: There she is! Debby! Debby!!

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Four

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Dialogue Poetry Love Series Five Coming … Anticipate…!

Dialogue Poetry (Series Three) Dedicated to Ebere Anyanwu (Madame River)

Paul, leaving Great Britain but his heart will not board the plane, yet, his spirit is in Sweden…Tossed between two worlds of dreams…

Dialogue Poetry Continued…

Paul, leaving Great Britain but his hreward?ill not board the plane, yet, his spirit is in Sweden…Tossed between two worlds of dreams…

(Also, this is dedicated to @3berepoetree Ebere Anyanwu’s upcoming new book titled, “A Branch of the Poets’s Tree a.k.a “Poetree”

Ebere Anyanwu Poetree
Ebere Anyanwu Poetree Author and Author of “How i Crossed the River”

Author of “How I Crossed the River” her first book.Release Date; Loading…

Library; @3berepoetree 

Graphics; CheedzArt Studio  @ Lagos, Nigeria

Ebere Anyanwu Poetree
Poetree “A Branch of the Poet’s Tree” PoeTree

Paul:

Dialogue Poetry Love by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love by Oshigbesan Adedeji

Diana: Oh! No! Let it not be so my love, let your words run over me. Let me be pressed with every inch of it heights. I am well pleased for every minute you remain here. Great is my love for you, Great is Britain for us to be royalties. Let the Queen know this thus; our throne is established, the firmament of our love is high, the tales of our love is Shakespeare himself, the blood of poetry running through our veins! 

Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji


Paul: 
Ah! Of what need is my life to her Royal Majesty? Do not let my heart be troubled for I know not why you indulge the Queen. My heart is in Sweden. Let not my poetry be out of context. Yes! It beats for you, but I hear her call my name clearly. Let me go, let me go! Home is Sweden, my heart is in Britain the Great. If I do remain here, what about her. Her’s is a my long time desire. The impossible of all impossibilities beckons at my door step. Should I say she is special?
Diana: Paul! Paul!! 

Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Paul: (Monologue) What should be my gain if I  miss this opportunity to be with my one true love and deny my feelings for Diana. I think over stayed my welcome here in Britain, I hope this Pilot swerves through the air swiftly. But Diana, lovely, patient, like a dove, are words are pure and true. This lady in Sweden, Deborah, her words piercing my heart. She’d just realized how much my words meant to her five years ago and I can’t believe I believe her every words or even her tears…That er heart of stone had melted like a iceberg. But I’m worth her heart, the wait was worth her toils. I did everything then, and now is my reward

Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji

Diana: (Monologue) Is this Karma? Or Déjà vu? This only reminds me of Karius. He did everything to show me that he loved me, but my heart couldn’t just provide enough space for him to breathe on her. Year in year out, he called, texted, wrote, caught a grenade for me, jumped in front of the train for me, now he’s maimed, on wheelchair for love’s sakes. Right now, my even my tears betray me.

Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji

 But I will not let Paul go! Where is this plane going to? Sweden? Sewden, here I come!

Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji

Series four coming in like a rushing wind…be expectant!

And don’t forget (Madame River)

Poetree
Poetree “A Branch of the Poet’s Tree” PoeTree

©Adedeji2018

Dialogue Poetry [Series Two] (Who is Love?)

Diana and Paul strolling through the park, Paul on his way to Sweden, and will catch the plane in the next 45minutes. He had just met Diana, a single mom. She loves him but he is hesitating because he feels strongly that Clara in Sweden might just be liking him. Unlike many men, he is not doubtful on who he wants to be with, but he will let Diana try…

​Dialogue Poetry Series Two
Diana and Paul strolling through the park, Paul on his way to Sweden, and will catch the plane in the next 45minutes. He had just met Diana, a single mom. She loves him but he is hesitating because he feels strongly that Clara in Sweden might just be liking him. Unlike many men, he is not doubtful on who he wants to be with, but he will let Diana try…

Poetry….In Dialogue…

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Dialogue Poetry Love

Continued

Diana: Hmmn! Baby, let’s leave these poetries alone. Let their words fade away into thin air. I LOVE YOU. I can stand the test of such storms. Remember, we’ve been through storms, and here I am still standing! Standing with you and your silliness and my very own stupidity.

Paul:  I dwell with poetry. At what point do I leave it, at such point I can’t provide for my family. If we call this a poetry storm, why did you encourage me to leave it behind? Although, that’s not enough excuse to refuse your proposal. Nothing is enough except one, me! 

Dialogue Poetry by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry by Oshigbesan Adedeji

Diana: Young man, be it to the stars the storms arrive, I’ll be there. In the dark hole of space, there I am with you. Come with me, remain in Great Britain.

Paul: Sweden is my home. My heart rumbles at the thought of someone calling my name. Two of you, but not doubtful!

Diana: Let her call, I am not jealous! No woman will set her eyes on you and not call. You are a wonder to the stars in heaven, a craving to the gold beneath the soil. A thousand women will cast their spell on time and cause a time travel to happen, just to see your face. A god you are, please stay!

Paul: These praises are mind binding, and your spells are not very direct. Your words you don’t mince. You use it accurately. Never lacking the next words. If I go speechless, I fear you may win this heart!

Dialogue Poetry by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry by Oshigbesan Adedeji

Diana: Oh! No! Let it not be so my love, let your words run over me. Let me be pressed with every inch of it heights. I am well pleased for every minute you remain here. Great is my love for you, Great is Britain for us to be royalties. Let the Queen know this thus; our throne is established, the firmament of our love is high, the tales of our love is Shakespeare himself, the blood of poetry running through our veins! 

Paul: Ah! Of what need is my life to her Royal Majesty? Do not let my heart be troubled for I know not why you indulge the Queen. My heart is in Sweden. Let not my poetry be out of context. Yes! It beats for you, but I hear her call my name clearly. Let me go, let me go! Home is Sweden, my heart is in Britain the Great. If I do remain here, what about her. Her’s is a my long time desire. The impossible of all impossibilities beckons at my door step. Should I say she is special?

Diana: Paul! Paul!!

Dialogue Poetry by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry by Oshigbesan Adedeji

©Adedeji 2018

Who is Love? (Dialogue Poetry) Series One

Speak love in poetry

The words that makes it easy to know that Love is beyond description!


Diana: Paul, in my heart lies your love, where will you ever find it?

Paul: Diana, let the world not know this. The dexterity of reality can be vague in most cases.

Diana: Baby, let the author dexterity and the writer of her script not interfere in this! My heart aches at the suspense of your answer! What will you say if I say I love you?

Paul: If I asked you to do anything, my ego will shine, but for what?

Diana: Anything is the least of my worries, just say it and I’ll do it!

Paul: Not! Leave Pluto out of this matter dear. She is far away from the Sun, her ego did that to her!

Diana: Aha! My tears come from my confusion. My intelligence can’t breathe into my head the understanding of thy speech!

Paul: Although I speak English, but parables and metaphors I have made to be my kinswoman at such a time as this, what can spelled out than a simple “NO?”

Diana: Is that what your answer will be? No? And my anger had not flared yet?

Paul: Shall the truth be forgiven if she becomes a lie?But that I love you and wish the things you wish me is the beginning of the truth! Or what more could a man ask for?

Diana: Jupiter must feel silly at the moment. Who planted the truth there? That gasisous planet! Your truth is filled with unbreathable gas!

Paul: Let’s leave the galaxies to her mysteries, who can be more beautiful than the intentions of your heart for me. 

Diana: I’ve a heard that a sham is the mother of scams, which son are you?

Paul: A blind doesn’t know if the future is blik or if it will blikker in good radiance. The sons of sham and scams are not blind, ignorant and simple they grew up to be!

Diana: Interesting, what is more subtle than the words you speak to me?

Paul: I have said this. Marriage is not based on the initial wine we drink after the ceremony. That may just last for a few years. I need an eternal wine that will remain tasteful in trying g moments. I see it, I see those times, maybe not often they should happen, I pray them not, but life is not complete with such ingredients!

Diana: Hmmn! Baby, let’s leave these poetries alone. Let their words fade away into thin air. I LOVE YOU. I can stand the test of such storms. Remember, we’ve been through storms, and here I am still standing! Standing with you and your silliness and my very own stupidity.

Paul:  I dwell with poetry. At what point so I leave it, at such point I can’t provide for my family. If we call this a poetry storm, why did you encourage me to leave it behind. Although, that’s not enough excuse to refuse your proposal. Nothing is enough except one, me! 
©Adedeji 2018

The Swift Mercy of Jesus (Poetry)

Come unto Jesus all you that labour and are heavy laden and Jesus will give you rest. Come now, He forgives sin

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The Swift Mercies Of Jesus Mercy Jesus

Jesus is Merciful, Come to Jesus now!
Merciful Jesus

That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that endures forever
That mercy that breeds love
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy was bloody paid
That mercy was for all
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that always amazes me
That mercy I know can cease 
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that comforts me
That mercy that seals me eternally
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that lifts me
That mercy that grows beyond heights
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that overthrows judgement
That mercy that cries day and night
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy my souls doubts
That mercy my face seeks
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy I lean on
That mercy that comes in my secret place
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that acts without respect of persons
That mercy that opens door of mercies
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that man searched for in the galaxies
That mercy which is swift in the stars
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that remains swift again
That mercy that is called swift
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that forgets iniquities
That mercy that seeks kindness
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that crowns man with loving kindness
That mercy remembers His blood
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that first appeared in the manger 
That mercy that was preordained in the seed of Abraham who bore Isaac
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that men of old saw in visions and craved for it touch
That mercy King David enjoyed
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy prophets of old prophesied about
That mercy children maybe had even seen in dreams
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy who so after many years became flesh
That mercy such that was refused of his own people
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that was persecuted, disgraced and lost his clothes
That mercy that did not open his mouth in judgement
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that thought his creation in the synagogue even since age 12
That mercy that was eventually hunged on the cross of Calvary, Golgotha
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That mercy I take for granted
That mercy that was buried
That mercy that went into the ground
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That mercy I do not take for granted
Coz it rose up on the third day and ascended into the heavens and lives above the heavens
And I being a his son such that I cling to his old rugged Cross…

©Adedeji 2018