Silver lining ( A collection of poems by Gbenga Omosola

Silver lining is a collection of poems by Olugbenga Omosola, a writer and poet with an open mind to happenings around his environment, family and work. He uses his pen to walk us through it.

Enjoy.

Overzealous Frontman

Our frontmen, oh how they deceive,
With false results, they make us believe,
That they are the best, the brightest,
the cream, But it’s all a lie, or so it would seem.

They grasp for power with all their might,
And take what’s not theirs without a fight,
The masses suffer while they amass,
Stupendous wealth for themselves and their class.

They tell us lies to get ahead,
And look like saints when seeking to be led,
But once they have power, they act like gods,
And leave us all to suffer the odds.

Politrickcians

They are the vultures that circle the sky
Waiting for the weak and the wounded to die
They swoop down with their claws and their beaks
To tear apart the flesh and feast on the meat

They are the wolves that prowl in the night
Hunting for the sheep that stray from the light
They howl and they snarl with their fangs and their eyes
To scare away the shepherds and devour the prize

They are the snakes that slither in the grass
Hiding from the sun and the eagle’s grasp
They hiss and they spit with their venom and their lies
To charm away the rodents and inject them with their poison

The Blood Sucking Bugs

They are the leeches that suck on our blood
Draining us of life and leaving us in mud
They attach to our skin with their mouths and their hooks
To feed on our veins and fill up their guts

They are the rats that infest our homes
Spreading disease and gnawing on our bones
They scurry in the dark with their tails and their teeth
To nibble on our food and breed in our sheets

They are the weeds that choke our crops
Stealing our water and blocking our sun
They grow in the soil with their roots and their thorns
To strangle our plants and ruin our harvest

Depression

When life seems dark and bleak
And nothing goes your way
Don’t give up on your dreams
There’s always a new day
You have the power within
To overcome any strife
Just hold on to your fail
And trust in the gift of life

You may feel like you’re alone
In this cruel and harsh world
But you have so many friends
Who care for you and love you

They are your shining stars
Who guide you through the night
They are your loyal allies
Who stand with you in the fight

Be Hopeful

Sometimes you may wonder
Why you have to suffer so much
Why you can’t catch a break
Or feel a gentle touch

But remember that you’re strong
And you can endure anything
You have a purpose and a destiny
And you can make a difference

Don’t let the darkness win
Don’t let it take your joy
You have a light inside
That no one can destroy

You are a precious soul
With so much to offer
You are a beautiful person
With so much to discover

You may think that you’re unlucky
And that nothing goes right for you
But you have to keep trying
And believe in yourself too

You have a lot of potential
And you can achieve your goals
You have a lot of talent
And you can touch many souls
Yes, stay Hopeful.

Find Happiness from Within

You may feel hopeless and helpless
And think that there’s no way out
But you have to keep moving forward
And face your fears and doubts
You have a lot of courage
And you can overcome any obstacle
You have a lot of wisdom
And you can learn from any trouble

You may feel sad and depressed
And think that there’s no point in living
But you have to find your happiness
And focus on the positive things
You have a lot of love in your heart
And you can share it with others
You have a lot of joy in your spirit
And you can spread it to the world

Sustainable Economy

In a world where growth and gain align,
A sustainable economy must be our design.
Not merely for profit, but to sustain,
The earth, its creatures, its skies and plains.

A cycle of giving and taking fair,
Where every action shows thought and care.
Resources respected, none laid to waste,
A future imagined, in mindful haste.

Prosperity blooms, but not at a cost,
For when nature suffers, all is lost.
In balance and harmony,
we must decree,
A world of both progress and sustainability.

My Fast Changing Climate

Upon the world’s vast stage, we see the signs,
Of nature’s wrath, its discontented lines.
The melting ice, the raging fire’s spate,
Bear witness to our planet’s altered state.

The oceans rise, their tears spill to the shore,
As forests weep, their green cloaks are no more.
The creatures flee, their homes turned to despair,
Whilst winds do howl, a lament fills the air.
Yet in our hands, the power still remains,

To heal, to mend, to soothe Earth’s grievous pains.
Let not our legacy be one of blame,
But of redemption, for love’s enduring flame.
Oh, heed this call, before the night’s too late,
And bind together, to reshape our fate.

My Office Moments

In the urban forest, he stands tall and lean,
A cog in the clockwork, seldom seen.
From eight to five, his life’s scripted song,
A pendulum’s dance, endlessly long.

The suit he wears, a tight-fitting cage,
Pages of spreadsheets, his daily wage.
Drowning in numbers, deadlines that loom,
Chasing tomorrow, in a fluorescent gloom.
Yet beneath that visage, a vast sea does swell,
Of dreams and desires, stories to tell.

A bird in a tower, yearning to fly,
Gazing at stars, in the brief evening sky.
A brief stolen moment, his soul does reclaim,
In the vast rush of life, he’s more than a name.
Now, I don’t know if I like what I do for fame
Perharps I need a break.

The Live of a Geek

In a realm where silicon chips hold sway,
I find my heart’s delight, every day.
Gadgets and gizmos, screens that glow,
Oh, how they enchant, with their techno-show!

Computers, my muse, with their wondrous might,
Turn bytes and bits into sheer delight.
A symphony of code, a dance of light,
No other love can feel so right.

But then there’s math, with its cold, stark face,
Numbers and figures, lacking all grace.
While gadgets empower, math seems to drain,
Its abstract theories, such a mundane pain.
I’ll stick with my devices, so sleek and smart,
And let mathematicians play their arcane art!

My Codes and Bugs

In the shadowed realm of digital threads,
Where logic intertwines and endlessly spreads,
I chase the elusive, the bug that hides deep,
A phantom in code, that steals away sleep.

Each line I traverse, each function I probe,
Seeking the demon, in this vast data globe.
Syntax and semicolon, all seem in place,
Yet, there it lurks, mocking my every trace.

An error, a glitch, a slip of the pen,
Turns my crafted world into a lion’s den.
The console’s red glare, an alarm that rings,
Of misplaced brackets, and other cruel things.
Oh, the stress of the hunt, the weight of the nodes,
Such is the life, on debugging’s harsh roads.
Yet, I love the results when they come on board.

The Unemployed

In the city’s vast ocean, he’s but a drifting boat,
Casting nets wide, but they scarcely float.
Resumes like fallen leaves, scattered in vain,
Each rejection, a fresh puncture, a new pain.

His dreams once soared, like kites in the sky,
Now they seem tethered, unable to fly.
With every interview, hope briefly flares,
Yet the doors often close, leaving only stares.
Investments? Ah, they’re like distant shores,

Where no one sponsors the untested oars.
The world chants experience, in its relentless hum,
But where to begin, when none will come?
Yet, as dusk does wane and dawn starts to tick,
He muses with a smile, “Maybe I’ll try magic tricks!”

The Envious Soul

In the shadowed alleys of envy they tread,
With hearts turned green and intentions dyed red.
Cloaked in their whispers, with eyes that conspire,
They light the world’s stage with malevolent fire.

Assumptions like cobwebs, sticky and vile,

They weave their tales, mile after malicious mile.
Yet for all their plotting, their schemes so grand,
Their footing’s but sand, in a vast, shifting land.

For envy, you see, is a treacherous muse,
Promising power, delivering ruse.
And as they sink deep in their self-spun trap,
One can’t help but chuckle, at their own mishap.

For those who sow storms, in their insecure play,
Will find themselves swept by their own winds away.

My Gratitude

In a world that sometimes seems lost in the night,
You shine so brightly, a beacon of light.
For every kind gesture, for every good deed,
You sow seeds of hope, in times of great need.

Thank you for caring, for taking a stand,
For reaching out, with a helping hand.
Your goodness ripples, farther than you know,
In every smile, in every heart you bestow.

May you keep going, spreading your cheer,
For in dark moments, it’s you we hold dear.
To all who do good, with hearts pure and grand,
Thank you for making a better land.

– Olugbenga Omosola ( A collection )