Oke Christopher Poems
|3.||Battle Of Victor||9/2/2013|
|9.||Will Of God||9/6/2013|
|15.||Wanderer, Death Is At The Door.||9/20/2013|
|17.||I Would Think!||9/20/2013|
|19.||What My Love Said||10/13/2013|
|21.||Tears Of A Clown||9/6/2013|
|24.||She Wants To Be Adored||7/23/2014|
She Wants To Be Adored
I watched from the stairs of my home
As she brushed her hair with a glassy comb.
It's Saturday night and the speakers are singing,
The cars are rushing by, urged by the men they are bringing.
It's Saturday night and the booze is plenty,
Before her date tonight, four bottles are already empty.
Leering lecherously, he pulled her close,
He showed her the pills and she took one dose
He snorted loudly and licked her face,
He called her sexy and they went to her place.
He awoke a little before quarter to four,
Hurriedly and harriedly drove off in his ...
You and I have been for 17 moons
Seventeen I would rather stretch for eternity
But precious Providence's boons
Allows for new times everyday
To exist together in our own entity
In view of the orbs of your light will I play.
Rejoicing in the sheer mirth of your attention
More days of linking your arm in mine
Showing you off, the object of my affection