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Spell of a stranger
Published July 12, 2021 by WordsThe sprout of momentary illusion,
the voyage of a derelict dream in place of a lie,
the lure of April, the deceit of May,
concertized in December,
in wintry snow, mocked,
miscarriages of a well worn organ,
the grin of February, suspended in September,
the burden of unconquered Lust,
the armies of censorial secret “bedders”,
begging for the abandoned rottenness on my path,
obsequious frenzy of the hasty oath at Ikoyi,
the stealthily lure of a defiled bed before the oath,
the desperation of “a wanna be” by crook,
hurried by the mascara
coated looks of a postponed dowried hariotery,
A bedfellow from the red zone, an unrepentant Gomer,
The armies of bias exes overwhelmed the gaze with suspicions,
compelling through diurnal and surreptitious escapades in dark corners,
allured by unfinished lust, to the city centre for a quickie,
And myriads of men hides in ambuscade save one,
with threats of kill for suspending their “off home” secret lush.
The public mistress unfit for their homes,
Yet suited for their Lust by turns .
she warmed our beds they say’
purloined for your Fall of a few days,
The bawd roamed unrestrained,
‘Don’t talk to me’ she says.
Unbridled concupiscence her forte,
forty plus years in the trade,
well versed in the art
The sneaky nights,
the secret calls,
the Stygian services, and countless gift of libidinous frivolities.
Yet their victim must remain mute,
as truly the drama unfolded ,
all appeal rebuffed by arrogance,
as they taunt with permissive perverse Laws
convinced on the first day.
Converse for four weeks,
conscripted in one week,
“conbedded” on arrival in same day,
Correction of a fool,
concluded at the Court.
Then in retrospect,
Delilah revived.
who art thou?
Published May 15, 2020 by WordsIn this vast ocean of delinquent bawd,
loose malefactors stood in ambuscade.
to assuage the fiery zeal of pilgrims
through the path of the pits into the dungeon,
to quench the light of true life.
They allure through facade of a putrid clay,
and conceal the serpent in their thighs;
to seduce the Nazarites on a mission.
Oh Samson, “the philistines are upon thee”
though Delilah conspired with demons for this fall,
one from the camp, beckons a prey and the gang of marauders readily,
makes a mockery of true strength.
The enemy from the bedroom.
Puts a dagger in his heart assigned mandate of diabolos
Hell hath them many walking the earth disguised spirits in human flesh.
sapping strengths from precious souls.
squashing the destinies of valiant men.
at whose bidding dost thou fly?
Look around thee,
look within thee,
look above thee,
who art thou?
Into your arms Jesus let me fall
Published May 15, 2020 by WordsThe Sin of my Coat
Published July 7, 2018 by WordsWhen I return from this conscious slavery, I will tell,
I will tell of a subjugation, the spite and silent disdain
I will tell of the avoidance and the exclusives space on public bus
I will tell of the common embarrassing quiz and the suspicious looks
I will tell of the erratic change of mind and the one ninety degrees turn for my sake
If I return, I will tell so many
If I return from this distance voyage from home, I will tell
I will tell how it is not over on their minds
The agelong differentiation, the battle of supremacy, the venom of little minds
I will tell of the pretence smile, the cynic look and the preference and denials
The tanning of my coat is my sin for they understand not my geography
If I return from this second deliberate offering of my will
I will tell of my endurance and restrain, the quietude of avoidance
The sighs, the pain of rejection, the mockery the selective treatment and all
Of empty pew in church because of my coat,
Yes. Even in church where they aught to know better
If I return someday, I will tell.
They are not all so, there are few. “The coats blinds”
The true lover though few, excuse the myriad of coat haters
When I return from this journey of discoveries of feelings
The long war of our diversity,
The silent unspoken lies of superiority
My coat is my sin, same blood runs in our veins
To my Seductress duchess
Published January 11, 2013 by WordsThese, cacophony that beggar’s description
Disorder from indecent breed incubating,
Confusion of tongues, in lyrical hoax,
Filthily dressed to undress my mind,
Our teacher teaching theories of writs and wits
These promiscuous pastors parading piety with nudity
Lewd licentious and libidinous specie luring laurels with drama,
These traditional priests tutoring the innocent as skilled orthodox guru
Folly forming and fuming fire on podium of cerebrals
These gangs of immoral breeds hovering over men with enthusiasm
Sick physician administering drugs on the ignorant,
These,
Coup against Coleridge,
Wired Wordsworth,
Barron as Blakes
Shapeless Shakespeare,
With excessive deluxe paint like a red zone hawker,
These fashions clogging the pump of poetic flow
With the garbs of a seductress
Allays my feet to the “gutter-most” pit of whores
These, who feigned folly as fashion forcing Mr. Flesh, to a quickie,
Teach me the lyric and lines and morals too
Inspire my curious heart in poetry and NOT the contours of shapeless show
Evoke in me a desire and arouse my intellect and NOT to lust
Induce me with scintillating lyrics and NOT to the nightmare and dreams of succubus
Tempt my heart to scholastic loyalty and NOT to the apple of Eden
Conjure the parley of mutated minds with words
Come again to the conference in art and rags of skilled minds
A Weired woman
Published August 27, 2012 by Wordsshe pips in fear for lateness like her peers,
hauteur cloaked with reticence,
her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable
official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts
Bravado of naughtiness in candor yet tacit
“Free me free me”, rants in melancholy
as ignorance upsets sorts of sort
Insensibility of differentiate as angels often tastes the gall
By routines of cataract long glare
Sends nostalgia down their spines
Though forgetting the milk and candies of supposed rivals
Doubling as friends in conning angst beggarly in their nature
Nagging and ganging a gang of gossipers
Finding Mutual grounds for their victims
Causing higgledy where there exist no war
For a suspected compromise of morals
Or a hunting taint of a past paints on Z walls
Where decorum is not a schoolmaster
As official time wastes in visits to motels at un-break break time
With holy bible at desk view to mask hypocrisy
First venerable “Etis” Migrants tasted buds of vinegary as noised by witnessing chauffeur
And guilt cautioned not her thigh with avalanche of showy attire of a seductress
advertorials of “buried innocence”jagged in curved carbuncle front and back
Banging shoes in unending visits secreted in kitchen
double faced, loud calls to clients for managerial gratitude
as empty office fill vacuums of fast quickie (sharp-shap) appointments arranged or rearranged
Ill mannered, bad tempered not marriageable, never listen, never patient making enemies
Commandeering, verbose, self-conceited, presumptuous, stout and arrogant
Still on our minds
Published July 31, 2012 by WordsOver now, but still on the minds,
Leaving an imperishable vacuum
A deadly departure,
News like the hint of cosmic cruelty
I heard the curved timbers
Warped in the summer sun,
The rumors of their untimely death
Formed a rocky saliva in soured mouth
Remembering the clay, that covers their bodies
I fret.
Johnson is gone and Nelson followed
Entourage by unknown spirits
In the giddy days of self weaning,
The bars unblocked and they obeyed
With obsequious frenzy
Leaving us with memories of days gone bye
Our longings, as though watching a
Clear sweet juice freckled from sugar cane and crushed
And a speechless astonishment of death unwanted
Stabbed through our hearts,
Like immersion into boiling water
These Lives spitted and gutted
And now, we hear echoes of nostalgia
Resounding the good days
Our memories left with voiceless wish
Of their peaceful rest
Over now, but still on our minds
My Vain search
Published July 31, 2012 by WordsThen I will show my power of love,
When I find my rib, resembling this that fits these joints
Like the star she blazons in nights so gloom,
Full of virtue, bounty worth in qualities
I shall hold her in bond,
Who brings the joy of life my way,
We shall finagle in friendship, illumined and cherished
Like true devoted pilgrims,
I shall spend my nights in verbiages and actions of adore
My enthralled eyes shall break sleep to satisfy her lust until dawn,
Come to me,
My twinkling star,
My terrestrial sun,
My duchess
Upon the alter of her beauty, I shall sacrifice my sea of melting pearls
I shall proclaim her to the jealousy of bystanders
And writer her emerald till my ink runs dry.
Her beauty imposed on street walls to shame shadows seeker
My love,
My rib,
This lost part of me,
Her faith is strengthen in our union
Her tears run with spongy eyes
Detesting a lone journey, she is somewhere looking out for me
To break this rocky eyes of arrogance with loving tears
Come to me my love,
Cease from wondering, chide me not away,
I shall take no repulse till my lap buries your back on my virgin bed
But I know, she will not come,
For none is fair, True, and worthy with true qualities
Women
Published July 31, 2012 by WordsHalt, halt,
Give them your hands, but NOT your heart,
For when they hover around you
You are an imminent carcass,
Loitering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly and grasshopper combined
The sight of her should trigger alarum bell in every wise man,
They waste your time,
They waste your money,
Sup your energy and
get you into trouble.
Like a bubonic plague
Spreading devastating virus,
As a butterfly, pollinating
With the juice supped
They flutter away
Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom
Men should never be hyped on chauvinistic egotism when they conquer women
For another trial may certify your demise
No wonder, they are called Women
For many are the woes of their men
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