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Sep 2022 · 278
The Yield of Love
BabyšŸ„°šŸ’•,
Olowo ori Asake,
Oko mama e,
Alabi Ife,
į»Œmį» wį»n ni'lu Ilorin.

You plant the seed of love in my heart.
You water the seed of love with your sweet words and then boom it sprouts,
You nourish the seedlings of your love with your caress,
Until its roots and stems are vibrant.

Even though I hurt you the most,
Even though I snub you the most,
Even though...

You never ceased to be appealing to me,
You hold me tight like I will fall,
You are always there when I need you the most and,
You deserve the best.
Now,I promise to reveal the best part of me.
I love youšŸ’•.

Money is essential ShašŸ˜€
What you get when you're gifted with a heart that loves and cares
Sep 2022 · 118
THE THRUST
It began so quick:
With a smile
That ignited a whole lots of kisses.

Now, the heart beats faster.
Yet, in a slowly pace,
And the hands not left out -
Doing the art of an endless plateau.

Wasn't sureĀ Ā it was in
The warmth and comfort make it lit.
The rhythmic sounds say it all
What a play of love!
So defined by the ******.
Love is sweet. Explore it sweetness by exploring the art of love making. Make it fun as you can!
Sep 2022 · 177
The Thrust
It began so quick:
With a smile
That ignited a whole lots of kisses.

Now, the heart beats faster.
Yet, in a slowly pace,
And the hands not left out -
Doing the art of an endless plateau.

Wasn't sureĀ Ā it was in
The warmth and comfort make it lit.
The rhythmic sounds say it all
What a play of love!
So defined by the ******.
Love is sweet. Explore it sweetness by exploring the art of love making. Make it fun as you can!
Sep 2022 · 344
Love in the Darkness
Underside the sea of loneliness.
Deep down - Deep down.
Depleted in despair.
Lost in the world of endless fear.

Thought mayhaps I can't do it around here.
Oh! In this world of fear.
Waiting for you,  my dear.
Sigh! Just have to dare.
Push out such of a darkness, wierd or mere.

Come in within to stay.
Stay in here, beyond May.
My heart twinkles an image of you as a statue clay.
Await more,  but till another day.
Sep 2022 · 229
Uninvited Guest
Around the wall of a moving trust
In a stagnant love, comes a frost
All of a sudden,a stop sounds a must
Counts of a three decades love -lost.

Diverse queries filled up my heart.
Solutions to them, I hope I could find fast.
I reflected on my past, my mispainted memories.
Frustrating thee having a lose confidence

Suddenly, a sound echoed in my mind
I searched, I dulged just for me to find
Luckly,knocks the jewel, the savior of my heart
At this time, I'd started seeing the reality of life.

I mouned, I sighted, I questioned repeatedly.
Could he be the one, will i be right with him?
One phrase keeps rolling in my mind
Thee have to keep moving, I just have to move.

Im mindst of having these thoughts.
I concluded, I think I will be right with him!
Not only to be right, I found my missing rib
Thou: at the best time, came in an uninvited guest.
Here comes an uninvited guest! Shall we welcome it or we let go?
Sep 2022 · 1.2k
BOYS ARE NOT STONE
Beneath and beyond the ends of warmth and scars.
And the horror of shades to tear.
All along within the menace of our years.
How could this be just mere?

Gender equality; disadvantageous to our masculity.
Our laws failed us,-failed to settle the disparity.
Left us in mud of our fate;  such a scroll,
At the detriments of our souls.

At times, I wonder the stance of men in ****.
Convicted and jailed just to knot tight his lace.
He rapes, heā€™s justifies as an ape.
When *****, he toiled in silence as his fate.

If,
Our society canā€™t help, but
Protects other womenā€™s rights and voice
If,
Men are seen toxic, but
Still tonic the affairs of our state.
If,
Men are now monsters,
Yet, represent elements of determination, growth and strength.
If,
That man could feed you care, and
Still respects your gender differences.
That man deserves your honor and regard,
Because men are not stone, and
That makes us sweet and admiring.
The position our society placed men has made us to forget some of the life threatening challenges they face at some point in their lives. However, this piece seeks to highlight some of those challenges and to also give voices to the oppressed men.
Apr 2021 · 122
YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL
They say,  
The most beautiful art is the art of nature .
Maybe looking up to the shining stars
Or to the bright red sun
Or,  to the twilight reflection of the moon at dawn.

Maybe,  the art
Of how the sea flows
Or  the rigidity of the mountains
Who even knows
Maybe it's the ice of the winter fall
Or of the oceans and its shores.

But I  waged to probe more ...
Not only to the nature's love
But to just looking
To take a glimpse of
Her eye lens, how it coddled it lashes
Is it her nose ring
Such an amazing placed one
Her beauty smooth face.....
Just got her like that
Even without a manover

Then,  
I concluded to nothing
But my hands won't let
Conceal those confessions
That,  thou,  nature is beautiful
Only with a critical evaluation and exhibition of it.

And that not only you're beautiful
But, just a glimpse of you
Will make one to enter into a loo
Of love
Set up of your look
YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL DARLING šŸŒ¹šŸŒ¹
Mar 2021 · 439
THE WEAK GENDER
Her genitalthe big "WHY"
Oh! She's born of a ******.
Her *******
a call to say"HI"
Her voicea well to exploit from.
And her physique
just to have fun.

Her gender role, no one questions
Even the feminists call for attention.
She keeps these, term uncultured.
She unseals these,  term a ****.

Obviously,  kissing is amazing.
Foreplay, Hnnnnn! So appealing.
Undoubtedly, *** is fascinating.
With pain,  how often she tries to fake the  moan.
She enjoys it much,  now a curse.

He walks up to her and says "I love you."
She believes him, he sounds so true.
He lores her to bed_ already in her loo.
When the stomach starts to push through,
He says to hell with you.

Fifteen minutes of pleasure.
Nine solid months in seizure.
Some days in the hospital.
A child without a paternal name. Isn't that fatal?
Such of a child a *******.
And the mother, a *****, who deserves not a ballad.
This poem simply depicts the vulnerability of the female gender and often they earn the blame game at every end of ****** displeasure to them
Dec 2020 · 186
THE CRY OF THE SOUL
What a fall apart! Of what seems a dream
You do think it's a mirage
And something no one has ever story tell.
An agent of sadness- a machinery for distress
Which alters the mind to force it glean

Oh Death! When will you place a call?
Your touch- your call to find.
It's not a news, how much of anguish you've caused
Many homes to lose their beloved.

How can I escape thee?
When it's certain, your visit-
Obviously, when life dressed so admiring
Thou, life ends not without the end of soul.

I so much reverent  the heaven, my last abode
And never do I awaits the most referenced misery
Or the torment that filled the grave.
Who knows?
I do pray for acceptance, out of repentance.

Referencing from many inductions of the LORD
That end shall comes.
But,  suddenly from the LORD of lords.
And whoever obeys HIS call to virtues
Shall dwell in the haven_a settlement for the most pious.
Death comes, but sudden shall you experience it visit.
Dec 2020 · 831
WAHALA WITH ENGLISH GRAMMAR
Constructing English grammar- a hubby I would say.
Such a thing I do well.
But when it comes to a stage.
I find somethings confusing.

English spelling.... What a task!
With my writings:
Thou, I do try my best
To capture imagery with powerful words.
And to clinch my spellings along to its best.
I do wonder "How?"

Getting it right,... is it "son" or "sun,"  "tier" or "tear."
I often beat my senses on.
To figure which most suitable.

When it comes to writing "4."
Should I write "for" or "four"or "fore."
And spelling "handkerchief" correctly
Is so worrisome to try.

In words like "fiest" and "height."
Should I use "ei" or" ie"
Obviously,  the rules are worth learning.
Since they're levelled up on standards .

There are also some silent letters.
For example; "p" in "psychology."
And" k" in" know."
As "come" ends with a "e."

How often do you notice the "y" in "day?"
Why not written as "dai?"
What of the spelling" knowledge"
Why not save us the stress and writes "nolege?"
What the stress!

Also,  there are word formations.
The noun from "wise."
Is the word "wisdom."
The verb from the word "special."
Is the word "specialize."

How do I explain to my children?
The singular and plural forms of  VERBS
As "writes" states the singular form
And "write" the plural form.
Why not in the reverse just like the noun forms.?

If that should be the case.
I need to learn more on the appropriate use of :
"Write" to "rite" to "right"
Wahala for who no know English Grammar.
Problems with constructing English grammar sometimes are  unavoidable,  and thus, the rules needs to be mastered.
Oct 2020 · 209
PERFECTION
All I craved for
Is to see more
Of many opportunities
That opens much doors
But I was left with an option
Fake this -perfect this!
What might pays big?
Thou,
Fake burns fast like the enstrunch fire
And perfection rebuilds, reframe,Ā Ā re-brandĀ Ā the inner success fire.
Perfect not fake
Fake not,  perfect more
Oct 2020 · 509
THE BRIDGE
We all live by the impulse of our minds.
The visions we set pace.
The ambitions we nurture.
The whistle of our missions
And here lies above us,
A bridge we must connect

Oh!Ā Ā Tradition........
An entity that dares; of what spell in our minds.
Crossing the bridge always seems impossible.
Yet,Ā Ā our traditions,Ā Ā mostly laughable.

Sound minds lost to anxiety
Love turns a new leaf of angst
Lives witness it call to death
And yet,Ā Ā a bridge we must connect.

Must we live by the traditions that ruin lives.
Certainly, what I know of
Traditions are meant to serve the people
And not people as sacrifice
For the oath of our traditions.
What a bridge we must connect!
Live by good traditions and shun life taking traditions.
Oct 2020 · 170
SMILE
He walks up to her,
Down-low to his esteem
She disguisess her feelings
It's sure she wantts him
But how?
She couldn't make her wish.
He gives a pleasing smile
And as quick as her feelings drives
She was lost in his lips!
She whispers....
Your smile tease fast
And indeed, _the power of smile.
Smile,  yet again smile: dor the power of  smile is endless like the ocean flow
Oct 2020 · 2.3k
TOGETHER..... NIGERIA @60
I pledge to Nigeria my country.
From between the heavens and the earth lies.
I pledge to not be a betrayer, but loyal.
Even when our leaders turn slayers.

I pledge to be the voice
That echoes above a mere noise.
I pledge to fight off vices with my pen.
To inspire, educate and liberate all our countrymen.

I pledge to be faithful, loyal and honest.
Even thou, our leaders proved to be dishonest.
To serve Nigeria with all my strengths.
In times when we were left with impotence.

And to nourish the great work of our forefathers.
As she stopped being a douth mother.

I pledge to defend her unity,
Uphold her honor and glory.
None will be left out- not a single entity.
Moment speaks, as all now become a past story.

Together we shall conquer.
Together we shall strive.
Together we shall set the pace right.
Together we shall rise up to the light
Nigeria @ 60ā€”TOGETHER is the theme.
TOGETHER WE SHALL STANDā€¦ā€¦ā€¦
=====SO HELP US GOD.
With reflection to what brought the country to being, it's essential to note the theme "Together" as the force that awakens the true spirit patriotism, growth and development in us.  Together we can maintain and make better our reputation in the world life and together we can make Nigeria better again. God bless Nigeria.
Aside the tiers of which she tolls in tears.
Holds her upon her hair.
Crumbled beneath her ***.
With grief out of disconcord.
As she refused to take charge.
But he continued to pounce on.
The pain,Ā Ā the grief,Ā Ā the blame,Ā Ā all she gets on.

His thrusting showed a haste.
And a threatened, horror taste.
Force ******,Ā Ā isn't that a waste?
Like the itching troubled paste.

Justice ceased to favour
Her cries,Ā Ā but insult does.
As quick as she's now a *****
A *****! Such inhumane
Justice out-insult in;Ā Ā our new normal.

Not again will she cry in vain.
Not again will grief runs through her veins.
Not again will she endures the pain.
Because she now stands to be the main.
And ****,Ā Ā a disheartened effort with no gain.
This poem seeks to end the menace of immorality shown towards incidence of ****.  It also reveals the conditions of ****** and how much of displeasure they got in the act.
It as well pointed out how justice as failed victims of **** in our society and how the trial to justice merit not victims of ****.
The last verse pointed out taking responsibility attached to **** and which they will no longer cry in silence.  Every will they be subjected to grief,  pain and endurance without gain.

— The End —