©PMcCoywrites

If some days were longer,
Today would be the longest,
And direst day for me.
All annoying activities lined up.
Like it was made up.
To mess the day for me.
I know the day didn't mean to dare me.
She didn't mean to upset me.
But, it was worth a one very long day for me.

©PMcCoywrites

The female gender is beautiful
A part of our existence
Without which we got no experience
You see her here and there
She is designed delicately for care.

The female gender is awesome
She was wired to want some
No, to want more
She bear a part to adore
Her innate nature resides in the room of praise.

The female gender is colourful
She makes the world beautiful
Than would flowers, rainbow and music
The male gender hypes her up
She likes to be talked-up.

The female gender is an amazing album
The world can’t put bottom.
Imagine the world bound in boredom
And, God didn’t give Adam
A female gender to pamper his emotion.

Human kind would be bankrupt
Without love to sooth wounded souls.
Without her we wouldn’t have evolved.
The male gender would retire his soles.
And mankind goes into extinction.

©PMcCoywrites

Your demise is devastating.
It’s shocking last I saw you;
will serve the last I will see you.
It is haunting;
like a dejavu tormenting:
my mind periodically hibernating.
It's still a dream to me.
I recall the titbits of your dreams;
you shared with me.
All down to the hurtful hands of Hades.
Though you're not my close pal.
But I know you’re one with morale.
The little of you I know, my rationale.
It hurts you left so soon your place of Royale.
Rest on.
Good night Eric.

©PMcCoywrites

When she acts like she’s calm.
She takes her time.
Before she begins to spread her alms.
Uncovering her true colours.
Let her be her true colours.
Let her be free.
All round the aisle she farts;
'cause she feels free.
She smiles so suddenly like the sun.
These are her truest arts.
When she uncovers her true colours;
you’re half safe.
When she covers her colours;
you're crassly unsafe.
Don’t make her seem serious.
When all she needs is to be free.

©PMcCoywrites 2018


When praying mantis wrestles with grass snake.
Your fears will turn into amazement.
The grass snake serpentines;
Closer, closer, closer,
It approaches,
To poach the praying mantis.
Sight not enough to speculate a fight.
For power can never equate strength.
For to whom Grace is given is strength.
And, who dances the dance of early pride;
is the fall of Grace to grass.
The end of a thing tells better than its inception.
The muscular grass snake falls;
to the seemingly weak fangs of the praying mantis.
I'm a praying mantis.
Serpentine your ugly belly through the Atlantis.
But I will cast you into the abyss.
Yes!
You strike first but amiss.
But I promise to strike you with incurable arthritis.

©PmcCoywrites 2019


Imagine life in only black and white.
Imagine life that we are robots.
Mere machines covered with flesh.
Ordered around at the click of a button.

Imagine life that Nigerian politicians are saints.
That angels are now men;
seeking salvation
and us humans are holy.

Imagine life where all men can love themselves.
That all men are equal.
Slaves can share the same bed with their master.

Imagine life was chaos free.
Where you can leave your house open,
Till dawn and no burglar visits.

magine life where terrorists would serve;
in mosques and churches as protocols.
Welcoming people warmly to sit.

Imagine life where we don't have to live on cellphones.
Where we can have time for families;
than pressing our phones.

Imagine life where we can love each other;
like little innocent babies do.
Where smile is on the cheek of many.
Where hatred is a thing of the past.
Where we no longer have fear for strangers.

Imagine life where PHCN stop buying generator set.
And we no longer have to shout UP NEPA.
Imagine Life.

©PmcCoywrites 2018


When I thought my day dire.
When nothing good at sight to stare.
I forced my body to free my mind,
So I do nothing but wind;
down the furnace burning me out.


The moment I saw her,
The very minute she shook my hand.
As a clairvoyant I could read her;
mind and every strand;
of hair swirling on her body.


I deliberately destroyed her doting;
when I stayed out of sight.
It became even more glorious I was floating.
'cause I don't want to fly kite.
Like kids trying out paper invention.


I knew I wasn't done cooking;
the *** of beans I have on fire.
Why should I **** a goat for feasting?
When I no longer have the desire,
To live like the boy I was.


For, I was once weak at heart matters.
My holy heart wrecked and left like tatters.
Now no longer emotionally hijacked,
Or be gullible to give myself to her to attract,
By the bountifulness of a woman’s beauty.


I can no longer be a Savage.
Not in my age.
I’ll leave my mouth to eat cake.
And have a bath in a lake,
Spiced with the reddest red wine.


When she was asked her name,
She absentmindedly mentioned my name.
'Tis funny how I got into her head.
Like a disease, I watched its widespread.
                                                                     I left her sick on love bed.


'Tis true I’m not emotionally hijacked,
Like I use to be.
Let me eat my *** of beans in peace.
When the time comes to **** a goat,
I will give a feast to man and beast.