Touch me softly,
Like shore breeze.
Beat me 'below',
With that your,
...
It is just a deceit,
For night to touch,
Our oval visage,
The dark paint.
...
I think I have,
Written beautifully
For you many...
Words for tonight.
...
The minds of the caged birds,
Couldn't be met empty...
I don't know, I am not sure...
Either blaming the creator,
...
The poet in question is African from the Western part. He is Nigerian by veins and bones. He is a Linguist, with his B.A in African Languages, Upper division, at Obafemi Awolowo University Ile Ife, Osun State, Nigeria. He is a Linguist, a journalist by profession.
Poet Akinwemimo is a poet by making at the initial default stage of his creation. So far poetry is a rhythmical form of words which may express an imaginative, emotional or intellectual experience, this Poet is highly prolific and also has a vast knowledge in writing heart touching thriller and romantic novels.
...
A single wick,
Of our single candle,
Can burn for years,
If just our palms,
...
Sun has put light,
On people's faces.
The night's shadow,
Reflects faintly.
...
Gotten Poets non,
Than these pens.
Gotten Poets one...
'The inky coins'
...
I leave my life to live,
To strive to survive.
Since this breath,
Later will be left.
...
If have I to fall,
Before I reform,
Prefered than to crawl,
On a static platform.
...
Not this though,
What we wish.
But a prevention,
Is prefered.
...
Poet Akinwemimo Idris is a bird from Africa. Countless of his poems had been published. He writes for masses and for the breathless trumpets. Is a satirical, metaphysical, romantic, victorian, and modern poet to the core. Poet Akinwemimo Idris is a Philosopher of life and the uncertainty in it. He is a novelist, a naturalist, an essayist, a theorist, a linguist and journalist by profession.)
If I Were Lady...
IF I WERE LADY
I have walked,
The breath and,
Lenght of Eves.
If I were lady,
For minor days,
I will amend...
Gone a lot of,
The love seekers,
In books of histories.
A lot only gained,
Were vains of death.
Romeo and Juliet,
Jack and Rose...
Can you still read,
Oh dear readers,
Book of scenarios?
If I were lady,
For minor days,
I will amend....
Is too much of Us,
Dieing as Puppets.
We hold the Lilly,
Alas for undeserved.
If I were Lady,
For minor days,
I will amend....
Though Alake...
The air I breathe,
Has succumbed....
To rules of love.
But If I were,
Still a lady....
Fore minor days,
I will amend...
Oh dear ladies!
Fray please in haste.
The rope you belayed.
On men... on us....
Give us the flute!
To voice through,
Lungs of breeze..
Love us as we do...
Keep us and abreast.
24TH AUGUST 14.
8: 23 P.M
KWARA STATE,
NIGERIA.