The space between stars is not empty,
So chance that you can be great is plenty,
That's by finding emptiness a space
And making yourself shine in that place.

Insomuch, your head isn't in the cloud,
Strive hard to stand out in any crowd,
Though, stars glow less bright for a stranger,
But sunshine sweat can be the changer.

You have to find that space to twinkle,
You just have to shine out of a crinkle.
That's the surest way to break the jinx,
And to welcome success when it winks.

Though, the space is full of obstacles,
And chance of success in particles.
You must create that emptiness to fill,
So finding the space must be your skill.

Face all your setbacks and face them well,
Just mind not what they say let them yell,
Leave them to their shouts,
Leave them with their doubts,
For all you care they can go to hell.

Just fresh out of one of our drinking bars,
I looked up to the sky and saw some stars,
Drunkenness whispered to me t'was midday,
Why will stars be on the sky that's that grey?

So I asked my friend who was as well drunk,
"Ol' boy! What's that in the sky, you drunk crunk?
He muttered what beer brewed into his head
"You fool! I'm not sure what it is." He said.

A guy, even more drunk than us, was near,
He told us as he was advised by beer,
"Oh! That's the early morning sun." He claimed.
We agreed! Why more than one sun was queer.

We then went to our separate houses,
Night being morn', a tale to our spouses,
Only that beer made our sleeps lasted hours,
Woken up to empty pockets' grouses.

Darkness emerged from a creepy black shadow,
Bringing along silence with its spooky loads,
If not for the scary croaks of flirting toads,
The loud silence would have begged to have a foe.

As the night sky unfolded its sombre frowns,
Towering trees loomed, casting an eerie light.
The silhouettes of their branches, a haunting sight,
In that gloom, even nothing wore ghostly crowns.

No month charms me better than October,
It needs no strong drink to make me sober.
Cool as a cucumber, it brings delight,
And joy as vast as Jupiter's great might.

You bid farewell to September with cheers,
As you have always done for many years,
Soon November's hue will fade away,
For December's chill too to hold sway.

You lead the park but scare no sheep,
An ewe went astray while you sleep,
Why weren't you on call round the clock?
To care for and protect the flock.

Your meow is just too soft a bleep,
No shepherd rules you could just keep.
How will you keep away the fox?
When your greed desires too the *****.

The sadness you caused is too deep,
I will have to sell you off cheap.
You made my farm be on the rocks,
Sorrow is what you have in stocks.

You are proud to be a blacksheep,
Your joy is to see others weep.
At your foolishness, the dogs mock,
Who will wake me up from this shock?

Why do we crave war-war?
When it's better we jaw-jaw,
Why do we bomb-bomb?
When we are not dumb-dumb.

Why do we crave war-war?
When it's only bloods that pour-pour,
Why do we fight-fight?
When we can make peace-peace.

When it's better we jaw-jaw,
Why is it war that we saw-saw?
When we can be friend-friend,
Why is it that it's war that trend-trend?

When it's only blood that pour-pour,
Why can't war stay for the days of yore-yore?
Why are we humans so sore-sore?
That we desire war more-more.

Why do we bomb-bomb?
When we are better off calm-calm,
Why do we ****-****?
That it's daily, lots of blood spill-spill.

Are we dumb-dumb?
Not to see that war makes cities slum-slum.
We talk war even in hush-hush,
While innocent bloods gush-gush.

Real beauty her face really was!
She was shaped more like a vase.
But not a one night stand!
***** brewed my sins bare hand!
Beer dragged my shame to my wife's claws.

midnight hides a fear
that stops the winter winds whizz
brr chills my spine

the night silhouette
birthed the morning joy of spring
aww flowers bloomed

sun shown in orange
for my orange trees harvest
oh it looks so nice

hot air brought me joy
heaps of orange start mounting
tut the trees thorns pricked

blood flowed down my leg
fluffs well up tears in my eyes
yuk some juice then spilt

the summer bees smiled
to make sweeter the orange
hmmm more juice filled my drums

I smelt autumn leaves
that scents the butterflies love
wow I love those wings

joy then filled my tanks
I'd dance like monkeys this fall
shhh my pain's now my gain

May you be victorious in battles,
May you be rewarded with divine joy,
May happiness be part of your chattels,
May you always have favours to enjoy.

May all your efforts be crowned with success,
May you live in peace of mind and good health,
May you be free from all forms of distress,
May you be well-filled with blessings and wealth.

May God's love forever live in your home,
May God protect you from untimely deaths,
May good fortune find you during their roam,
May God guide your steps right till your last breaths.

And when breath finally ceases your life,
May you also have a great afterlife.

Today's rain is more of a doom,
But why not just spare my own room?
You just poured in without a shame
So, who will then take this your blame?

Tho', where I live is a jungle,
My life needs not be this bungled,
Because this flood was just a lot,
This is not just based on my thought.

Its' anger was unleashed too pure,
Though, not only to us, the poor,
Those at Lekki bought their own shares,
Their riches brought them their scares.

Tho' pained, but not by my soaked book,
But by the food I was to cook,
They were all soaked by this mean crook,
That turned my room to a deep brook.

My hunger cried, as the rain poured,
Everything swam, as the sky mourned,
Hunger came, as salary cried,
Debts begged, as the month-end sighed.

Dear! You're how beauty should be spelt,
'Cos deep in all hearts, you are felt,
Many oceans crossed for your sake,
Your goodness isn't a mistake,
So, your sweetness, all feet it swept.

All stony hearts, your beauty melt,
To your love, angels gently knelt,
Praising your cuteness, all partake,
Dear!

In your heart, true love has best dwelt,
Good looks your face wear with a belt,
Your birthday, keeps my mind awake,
From here, on you, my love I pelt.
Dear!

Oh great lion! You're called the king,
You roar; the jungle hears your ping,
Others scamper about in fear,
You then mock their fright with a jeer,
By giving them your stares that sting.

Even no monkey dare to swing,
Rather their screams everywhere ring,
For beasts of many kinds to hear,
Oh great lion!

All stubborn animals you'll wring,
Their bones you rather crush than fling,
So, where you reign none dares come near,
Less would their farewell, others sing.
Oh great lion!

midnight hides a fear
that stops the summer winds' whizz
chills run down my spine

So, I'm now fine with misty eyes,
Right from my slumber, my heart cries,
With my weary face full of fears,
I still played guitar to my dears,
their smiles made me sigh in disguise.

My moans cajole grief to revise,
Etching joy to place me on highs;
oils of lilacs restored my cheers,
So, I'm now fine.

My newfound joy is a surprise,
Just last night, it waved me goodbyes,
Leaving me with eyes full of tears,
That couldn't be dried by all my peers;
meaning if I fall, I can rise.
So, I'm now fine.

Your beauty is still as fresh as dew even as middle age tilts,
It's now obvious that you and happiness can never split,
The lamp of kindness, you lighten up lives with, is well lit,
It is in your life that God's favours have the best fits.

Prosperity comes into your life to dance to the best beats,
You hosted success and made it to sit on its most preferred seat,
Your cool mien remains unwavering even under the worst heat,
The air of freshness that comes out of you is always very neat.

Your blessings are well-acknowledged even when it is a fact that you don't cheat,
Your enemies run in trepidation because you give no room for their friendly *****,
That's because God has taught you how best to remove the weeds strangling your wheat,
Your smiles send joy to whoever your soul is pleased with.

Love fills your heart chambers and affection is what comes out of it,
Wherever you graced your wisdom becomes an instant hit,
Because in all situations your intelligence is used to the hilt,
Since your greatness still talks even when you give noone a minute hint.

God's favours now finds comfort in your home on a chair made out of wood of beeches,
Blessings in your life are now as plenty as the sands of the beaches,
Success paddles its boat into your home filling it with the scents of the freshness built into it from planks of a teak.
Your enemies just watch jaw-dropping as the goodness of the Lord keeps increasing in your life as the clocks tick.

You make your intelligence stings,
Because their knowledge to you stinks,
Wherever you are, your wisdom sings,
'Cos you got it abundant from the King of kings.

Even when your handsomeness blinks,
It shines brighter than the most expensive blings,
Not comparable to the values of any earthly things,
That's why wise people give your arms warmly clings.

With success you daily enjoy a fling,
The new arrivals in your accounts daily send your phone a ping,
It's even a broader smile when your phones ring,
Richness in your life never stops making money tings.

Emotive love is in your heart deposited in bings,
It is lots of goodness that being your friend brings,
Your greatness is appreciated by all human beings,
That's why good tidings from you can never develop wings.

Darl! Let's go to Manhattan beach,
There we can catch some fish,
Then you'll cook a nice dish,
That we'll eat under the Beech.

This time, if Jennifer goes,
She'll want to eat a lot of Mangoes,
Then we'll send some by cargoes,
Like we did when we were on hol's in Fargo.

Oh! That reminds me, dearie!
Can you help me cut down this Cherry?
I am not going nuts;
'Cos I earlier made you climb that Walnut.

Just like on Long Island, If not for Jennifer;
I would've broken my spine,
When you wanted me to cut down a Connifer,
But I still got injured by a falling Pine.

Long Islands! That's where we saw many Rowans,
In a forest originally planted by the Romans,
I thought I'd find some of their treasures,
It would've made our memories more to measure.

Those are not Rowans, they are Hawthorns!
Hawthorn? That tree I climbed was without thorns,
Anyway, there's a lot of fun playing with trees,
There's no such adventure that nature gives more free.