babatunde-adewale
SUCCINCT BIO: / I love poetry with passion. poetry flows in my blood and my pen keeps bleeding. I write romance, fictions, religious, criticisms, nature, fate, life, death and lots more. / / follow me and I will. follow back. My pseudonym is Saint Ylexinho. search Ylexinho on any social media, you will see me. there. / / / we can't survive alone, we are not Robinson crusoe. we need ourselves to survive. / it will end in praise / St. Ylexinho.
I will stand tall
Even when I fell into the valley
I will dry my tears
Even if they keep forming
My heart I heard the whispers
Like a lovers' saucy gists
Rhythming the beats of fate
Rain had visits here
Leaves but gave a sign
Killing the fire with its breeze
I pulled my sword in contest
It laughs loud at my eccentricity
It all dark, better the moonless night
The sun will set anon
To restore the luminous ray
Hurry, give to me back my shadow
Am tired of a lonely adventure.
I can tip ear the horn of the train,
A light at the end of the tunnel.
Time to go home race near.
It will end in praise...
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
The battle field is here at rest,
End of years of droughty pest
After the seekers slaint
With less seekers triumphant.
What the hell do they seeked?
After all, they waited never to see it
Just a tears at their grave post, no feast.
Worth their bravery remarked.
A minute past, all forgotten
But the scars stay behind the chin
To tell foestuses the tale
With their bloods, the land was astonished.
No more bleeding of the wood,
Weeping of the swords are exhausted
Booming! Crushings, the machine dies in decorum
Surrendering guns to their triggers
Won't the foliages rejoice? Yes!
Dancing in akimbo to breeze of peace.
In all ruins of yester reds
Has today emerge luminous greens.
See! Phew! The tomorrow seeds
Beckoning more barns for harvests.
Battle field heaps for farming.
Swords that slain verge to harvest.
Hunting games not human; guns.
War hurt spoken peace at last.
The revolution thus triumph:
Our valours are farmers,
Soldiers for the green fresh leaves.
St. Ylexinho
It will end in total praise.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
My archive comes to me
Memories of my path of acts
I twigged you vividly in absentia
Glazing your file ribboned with golds
It's more years and six
We bade to say adieu
Oh love! Sweet love
When again shall I feel you skin
Is it still skinny fresh as your youth
With the micro-pores breathing fresh air?
Oh! Sweet Love, my pearl
Do that pink lips exist fresh?
Little blustery, many zypher
The words that therein, I recall
Behind, queued a glowing teeth
Like bullet set in arsenal belly.
How many times has your tongue
Licked my coy blushes?
Oh! That damning eyes,
The mirror I see my face
How many winks of your beauty,
As recorded to me smiles?
Your touches rose my hairs.
My dearest, I have given you my love
I have seen many cute faces
But none is rated than yours.
Have you ever felt same as I
Ploughing on our days
Moments we rollick our love
Which profers like an everyday neon God be with us till we meet again.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
I sleep so decorum in an archive cave
After the tears roll on the excursion
grave
The Sun though slumped
Tide by the rain strand
Do not think astray, dear
For I'm not there
I become bird that must rest
Low lay on the eternity nest
The wings though they are all lost
All the songs retired to a sacred post
Weep not at my tomb where I lie
You do not know, I do not die
It will end in raise.
St. Ylexinho
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
Alas! Nomenclature deviated.
Now, for exploitations.
Phew! Whenever I recall
The emergence of rosary and tesibiu
That makes the Oracle beads
Lose fist in the days,
I summoned pause to my tears.
Fine chaffs have cover our eyes
That all we sight is good but lies
Jesus is beautiful, Mohammed is strong
Hmmmn! Devil is ugly and weak?
Luther king dream I reveried
Marxism: archived in my cafe
Have and have not classes
Religion: ***** of the masses
Trauma flows in the atheists' blood:
There is no God but fate
Oh! Our priests in robe
Covering their heads with load of scarfs
A self torment to the brain.
Their beards touched their chests
While their trousers fight
3rd world war with the ground
As they open ajar their mouths
To chant alhamdulilah recitations
For saka and yummies beckon.
Is that what Mohammed taught them?
Oh! Our Priests in lucre suits
Yet, their protrude bellies peep through,
Heaving high and low
Like that of the narrow escaper.
Mouthach of Herbert Macaulay
Curved like a bow wield.
Halleluyah starts their incantations
Their lips released the splits,
''Dance to the front
As you drop your offering and donations,
Sow big so that God can bless you like David''.
And we gullible oaf sow in their basket.
How many candles have they told us to buy,
It is to solve your qualms
Or bring stable electricity to Nigeria.
Who are they emulating! Christ?
They are allies to the fiend
Politicians in disguise
We build that school
That we can't afford the price.
Our pennies bought them wings to fly
While we crawl on our knee
Struggling to get d ruins
That fall from their tables.
They rollick on our sweat
Forgetting the horse that ride them thirst
Though, we are the bunch of ignoramus.
But the Holy books they carried
Shall fall them to their grave
If they don't stop enterprising...
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
Rhythming the ethereal tone,
Carried a flew on angels' wings
All i twig, found in a khakistolic zone.
What I see, at daybreak i will sing.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
I held her hand in my dream
With my nails brushing her hair
Her eyes apple lovey scream
She's a sample of an adonis heir
I ponder at her figure eight
Is she one of d immortal sent to tantalised me?
Like d lovelorn btw milky and kate
Pour me ur love portion, I'll sip
I woke and blamed d reverie
Angrily I exit d enrivon for an unliven snacks
But d liquor can't erase her hue ink
She curls toward my leisure, My rips acquaint see
Chai, her hair dances to the zephyr rhythm. She knacks
"Em. Baby can I date u?" My phonemes lick.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC
What I do at night
Is visiting the Zypher domain
To strengthen my weaken heart
By communing with the moon
The reason filled with your thoughts
I wish our shadow meet
At the path aisles to the Royal shrine
The gulf has grown between us
Come wind! Go and bring her here
Pouring the juice to her ear
To paint her lips with oil
And heal her pale.
All alone with the talks
My friends said am crazy
The city felt sorry, odious price
Oh! Am I really an oaf?
I care never to know
But the stream I visit understands
My exhausted carbon grows wings
And carry my code to the tree
I hope one day
She will sit under that tree
Near the beckoning stream
And the moon will open its eyeball
There, she will hear the discuss
By St. Ylexinho
It will end in praise
Forever young!
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
I held her hand in my dream
With my nails brushing her hair
Her eyes apple lovey scream
She's a sample of an adonis heir
I ponder at her figure eight
Is she one of d immortal sent to tantalised me?
Like d lovelorn btw milky and kate
Pour me ur love portion, I'll sip
I woke and blamed d reverie
Angrily I exit d enrivon for an unliven snacks
But d liquor can't erase her
hue ink
She curls toward my leisure, My rips acquaint see
Chai, her hair dances to the zephyr rhythm. She knacks
"Em. Baby can I date u?" My phonemes lick.
(Mizz Ylexinho to be)
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
When I am young
My mum be proud of me
As I grew up with vision dreams
Who knows the source?
Soon, As the foliage grow
I travel aloof out my court
Verisimilitude of life forced my knee down
The adonis pulchritude grows brown
Infact, the worsen was the sore in my heart
I had gone to buy the luxurious flowers
Beeping the tone of a pinky hue
So cool with its adinfinitum scents
But the vessel I want to plant it
Has been won by another arms
Hairy arms! Yank holding it firm
It is wasted! All my chances
I wish it a luminous glazing forever
While in his arms, You dance
Don't fall, else you break
I rejig the flower to my physician
As a ransom to heal my wound
St. Ylexinho
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC