Her beak suffice tongues
Athunger times
She comforts
Nestlings confirm
...
I don't want to get married
To pretty
Every man
will steal a look of her.
...
Our body is not our own
But temporary wears
That will surely tear
Life full of horrible bled
...
white roses (flora Queen) , white berries, white teeth, snowy snow the earth, cloudy heavenly clothing, nature attires at pinnacle doves pick white berries sweetening
Purity is heavenly front line row, trumpet call
Heavenly robes descending
Angels singing rejoicing
...
NELSON MADIBA MANDELA
A broken reed
Bleeding through the love pipes of social apartheid,
Got fixed
...
Where did my understanding go?
Like a brainless child I glow
At dusk I struggle like an owl
At dawn am gone to find some dough
...
You are the royal bubbles
In our eyes as your dimples
melt our plight hope we both find
In our minds
...
O Butterfly! colour collage
From butter to fly
You coined your name
Paired wings
...
This morning
So cold, I feel I don't
want a wash O gush! from
my oxblood painted balcony
...
I will be the stars
The moon will be my mum
The sun will be my dad
The rain will be my brother
...
My wooden reading table
Of local forest woods
In raining dripping days
...
O wandering child
how far would you go?
how lost would you be found, ?
Into the caves of nature
...
The bottle freedom cracks suddenly
I don't want a quarrel
Cos' I don't wanta duel
...
Probable Fathers
Young men
Left to be fathers
Of their own.
Answering
To the call of nature,
they crave for some flesh
At an unripe age.
The prize
They cannot pay,
The pain
They can't keep.
No Level
But BaBa God
Dey
Is their slogan.
Probable fathers;
Their journey,
Begins with a
mind set
Tattooed on their
attitude
They call hustle.
An in apt fatherhood,
foundations
Of wild polygamy.
And father not always there
To serve them
a cup of advice
To purge away
Their ignorance
Young fathers;
Na like this
We go dey dey?
An exclamation
From inner pain.
Any how anyhow
E bi
Ogoro must jump
We nay dey carry last
Kpatakpata na draw
Probable fathers;
Make we use am
Take see front.
Getting into the battle
before learning
the art of war
they chose.
Young fathers;
The street,
Is my colour,
Arrogance
Is my attitude.
smoking
is my ginger
and drinking
is my appetite.
Man no die,
Man no rotten
either good
Or bad,
Man must munch.
O Fathers Of today,
please keep a bullseye
on tomorrow Leaders
with a binocular
As insight into the future
and map of direction into
their tomorrow as they
grow oldtoday
To make of them responsible
Fathers of their