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Tag: poetry
What They Mean to Goats
In this life, one just has to live as one’s soul demands. You want to be rich, be rich. No, you only want to live quietly, then, live quietly. Stick to what pleases your soul and let others stick to theirs. It’s wicked replicating your decisions for other people or condemning their choices in the…
Passionate Pasts
Nearly everyone has specs when it comes to choices or tastes in man/woman. You think physical punctuations and accentuations matter most, or perhaps you’re sapiosexual, or maybe you rather fantasize about people that have certain skills. Come, let me tell you; when love happens, it doesn’t care what your specs are, it just happens and…
Bringer of Wisdom
“Omo ò jìyà, ó lóun gbón” has outlived its trueness (as a proverb insinuating that wisdom can only be borne by suffering). Wisdom is the end product of a man’s intercourse with information; not with adversity. You need a green paint while you only have blue and yellow. Now someone comes around, takes a cupful…
Moshood Is a Gnome
I wasn’t Caesar but Oyo was my Rome. Though Nepa was an abuser, books lived on my foam. Dreams, oh lofty dreams, sadly against schemes from deadly teams. Bullets on a quiet night, unexpected extremes. Where we turned we were cut, our eyes were beams. I grew up with a permanent smile on my face,…
One More Day
Where the field is green, the rooster wakes. Where it’s brown, it mocks. So says me but the rooster only crows. That’s it, a word could bear three meanings, depending on the size of the viewer’s pocket. Geckos rejoice beans have beetles; cooks complain beetles are in beans. And that is what cannot merge religions…
VANESSA
Gentlemanly me lay upside down; Content, dreamless, not being a clown. But then Vanessa came into town And well, trouble became of my crown. Vanny got an apartment downtown, Got two labia dogs from Mrs. Browne. If you pass, you must frown. If you don’t, you must drown. I let grasses grow at my door,…
Soliloquy III
While in school I was king; At my door lasses would sing, But now that only memories ring, Even the homely refuses to cling. I hear not the ticking of clock, Long enough alone in my block, Write and read, evening on a walk, Still unsung, no dame would knock I cannot love two at…
LUCY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
Oh yes! Caesars have offered their daughters, but I was never like those busters. Pharaohs have invited me to dine so that a princess would be mine. They would march in nine to twist and whine, but I’ve suspected, marrying an Egyptian isn’t at all my line. So I went to my mother’s town, but…
Soliloquy II
Day dawned not nice in me pockets And I have feelings for Wura But dame flaunts her anklets Alongside her friend, Aurora. Folks fuel me after the señora So I dress nice to rich banquets My modern Sodom and Gomorrah From which I return in caskets. Friends assure my skills are enough To attract any…
Soliloquy
Town folks, at my door gather. Man called lord, people be happy! Dirty indoor, outside the bather. Join the queue, now be snappy. Bricks face the harsh weathers, Babies coo indifferently over milk; Roof better not lose its feathers, Else the doom of silver silk. Money is time’s friend, Time is money’s mother; Money happens,…
A MAN
Night dreams, morning dreams! Babyish, child-like, a man seems! Touches provoking genital streams! Eyes of man, banjo beams! Blind eyes on fleshy mounds Stir protrusion in clothed grounds, And silky homes turn battlegrounds, Oh no, oh yes, several rounds. Where I love I last not, Beatrice begs I lick her pot. Feelings absent, I shoot…
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