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Will an eligible bloke happier be if he
Marries a ranking *ele like Miss Universe
With all her glory and graces, and 'cause
Of marriage mirth? Will a sheila pretty
An unbroken regalement have for a dream
Prince Charming--the fairy man of her whim?

Will the soul be jolly for the sophomore
More than for the frosh rapture of success
Had in the Ivy League of cosmic business,
When the heart cut a caper and an encore
Of hilarity requests of narrowed life--
To have constant binge in lieu of strive?

What man is wholly from trouble free, whose
Being be to sadness inured? Within, the
Spokes do sometimes snap at the rotary
Wheels of serenity, and chaos is let loose.
What thus can stay the pillars of pleasure in
A plagued world is above this little noggin.
*ele, in my native language Yoruba--which is spoken in the western part of Nigeria, Benin Republic and some other parts of West Africa and reaching to the Caribbean countries-- means a lovely girl.

Except if the meaning and translation had been lost in transist in other places but surely not in western Nigeria.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
It is over now.
I bow my head as you leave,
Rain fills your footprints.
 May 2014
Jemimah
Is it possible
     to keep
both your promises
and your      s            n             t               ?
                            a             i             y
...
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
My heart is quaking  .  .  .
So deep my feelings for her,
  .  .  .  Even the earth moves.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Cool room, most steamy,
I wait with heated towels,
  .  .  .  Her bath almost done.
#love #passion #****** #sensual
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Younglings got ******* up,
Love, antiquated notions,
  .  .  .  Mobile devices.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
She was guiding steps  .  .  .
My brave face trussed our way,
  .  .  .  One hand behind her.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
In the tides she said  .  .  .
Our love would stand forever,
  .  .  .  Footprints in the sand.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Love, looked at itself,
Came upon nubile innocents,
Threw down with jaded sun,
Made its own bed in the open,
Earth rained for a thousand days,
Evolution birthing in the flood,
Meteors could not wait to fall,
Comets not wait to strike,
Oceans drowned in salt,
Evaporated whilst the whole wide
Swirl, turned and glazed upon
An arc of celestial remnants.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Late salutations  .  .  .
Old autumn guests come and go,
  .  .  .  Still leaves on the porch.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Little birdlings in trees,
Children flailing round branches,
  .  .  .  Wings wanting to fly.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
In mute fields of sun  .  .  .
Angels' wings hum from heaven,
  .  .  .  Flock of swans fly by.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Her eyes were cold sun,
Red hair shouts our love undone,
Maple leaves falling  .  .  .
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