A Day With A Poet Poem by Blessing Asake

He set me as a conqueror,
his faith hold my imagination,
the thought of is will be our,
i need time for this perfection.

I'm whooping, he said I can sing,
I'm lost whose rhymes I'm holding,
wish the democracy day occur then,
I'm whooping, when will I sing?

I'm having a classic day,
my night tend to be superior,
I'm having a lunch of rhymes in a day,
a day with a poet.

a day with a poet,
just a magic movement,
his words drive me right,
now I found my way back home.