Poems of Joba Akinola
|1.||ACROSS THE BRIDGE||10/5/2010|
|2.||I MUST FLY||10/5/2010|
|3.||I NEED RED||10/5/2010|
|4.||IT WAS ME||10/5/2010|
|9.||THE POETRY FLOWS||10/5/2010|
|10.||TONIGHT I SLEEP WITH MOTHER EARTH||10/6/2010|
|12.||WHY SHOULD I?||10/5/2010|
Those sultry nights, those salty thighs she parted for me,
Her own pearly gates, wrapping me and giving me a taste of heaven,
Sadly, it was all pearls before swine, for I was undeserving.
Through those lonely cold dusks she gave her dawn to me,
Warming my loins with the pore in her core - the furnace in her oven,
Those sultry nights, those salty thighs she parted for me.
Her care, her love and her trust she forever lavished on me,