My mouth has nothing to tell you o God
For I  am weak in keeping words of mine.
A year today I made a promise to end sin.
To only whistle tunes that sweet your mind.
And greatly love my neighbours like myself.
But 'fore the dusk of that',I broke those vows.
From January first to Decemb thirty-first,
I only wishtle tunes for mine interest alone.
My body's temple of your holy ghost
but sins did parasited me as their hosts.
My tongue was heavy to expose the lies.
That resolution failed and I,also failed.
Now to you God,the Father I resolve;
To firmly give myself to you as sacrifice
So that now henceforth I'll live in you
So that my shame will equally be yours
And mine triumphant shall remain your own
I'll not depend on any pow'r of mine
But on your power,mercy,love and grace.
#WhistleTheFlute

There once was a santa claus.
Who never give gifts from his pulse.
When they sang "jungle bell",
he respond "go to hell".
With cry the bathed that santa claus .

A black fruitbat
swaying across the half moon_
of mid-september


#HAIKU

There once was an old man named Zedd.
Whose family fed on dried bread.
When flour's cost got high,
he felt no real shy
to feed them with bread made of thread.

I don't know what love is.
I can't tell where it originated,
nor it purpose on earth.
I don't know how one feel
when he is in love,
nor what one will do as a lover.
All I know is that I care for you.
I wish to put smile on your face.
Take part in your happiness
and share in your sorrows.
Walk with you in the rain.
Stay with you under the harsh sun.
I think about you all night in my bed ,
and dream of you always.

Before the breathing of this blissful altar,
There once was,actually,on this place,
A frightened shrine of Uzu deity.
Where we sacrified our last **** to Uzu,
Ate stragnled meat,food,wine,colanut,
Consulted our ancestral spirit,
Bowed down to the eastern sun.

But after our immersion into water,
We folded aside our old garments.
And believe in God Almighty.
Who on cross,with cross and cross
Saved all mankind of all races.
We are now carriers of cross,
Hoping for a blissful eternity.
Our fowl and palmy became bread and wine.

O tender maiden thou shall fall in love.
In thee each eye can see beam blissful youth.
Thy voice looks larger cute than coo of dove.
Thy freshest body is like silk in smooth.

Thou art most prettiest petal to man's eye.
Thy perfume could be nosed from farthest miles.
The degree of their dreams on thee is high.
Dont hide therefore,away from them thy smiles.

But careful shall thou be because of rams,
Who only think of eating 'bidden fruit.
Believe not in their lyric-tongue that charms,
They'll plough thee,hate thee,leaving thee as boot.

Give though thy heart to men that know its taste.
Thus,fly away from ****,they're but for waste.

Dance dance darling dandelion.
Dance in the dancing field of the trillion.
Dance while dahlia play drum.
Dance while daffodil blow trum-
like group of heavenly ghost.
Dance in the breeze as the host.

Dance dance darling dandelion.
Dance and make merry as crown with billion.
Dance for everlasting enjoyment of it.
If only you will dance,butterflies will not sit,
but will dance around you,
with moths and birds which will come to view.

Dance dance darling dandelion.
For you are a symbol of love to million.
Dance as direct by wind vane.
Dance to make sun smile but not in vain.
Dance to win lily in beauty,
sun in shining, chameleon to feel guilty.

Dance dance darling dandelion.
Dance and as music change be chameleon.
I'm interested in your dancing,
because it makes my day rejoicing.
Your dancing is helpful,
for it wipe away worriful.

Yellow butterfly~
flying toward the petal
of morning glory.

O flesh! how much you've lured me into sin.
You built a block between my God and I.
You stole away my grace and strength therein.
Your pretty pleasure  want my soul to die.

You proved superior to my own desire
Desire of mine's to see the face of God
but you denied my wish and wished me 'fire.

Though acts of yours  are sweet to carry out.
Though making love is sugar to myself,
but seeds of yours inside me must come out.
I now reject your sports and you, yourself.

My body's temple of the Holy Ghost.
I'll turn my body into holy host.

One plus one equal to two.
I early knew how to do.
But why did you dossed at dorm?
which caused my sudden brain storm.
O foolish brain that wither and gain like decidious tree.
You allowed my final answer to be three
and the customer to peep and peep into my eyes.
A devil he may idealise.

Any day hardship comes my way,
It turns it into a moody day.
I can only give a painful laughter
to be my comfort rafter.
It then reminds me of my mom's saying
"the dry bone can rise again"

Among my friends, I am condemn.
As a biscuit bone,when I follow them,
they will beat me unfairly.
I cry back home ocean of tears daily
"stop weeping" I encouraged myself for
the dry bone can rise again.

In my neighbourhood,I am nobody.
very fruitless and useless somebody.
I lack further endurance.
I can do anything in annoyance ,
but I have to cool my temper for
the dry bone can rise again.

In my class,I am the dullest,
even as i'm the tallest.
When I talk,shorts and skirts give me mock.
They jeered and made me a laughing stock.
I swallowed all the bitter pills because
the dry bone can rise again.

My mother said situation of mine will move;
from negative to positive,
zero to hero,nobody to somebody,
illiterate to sturdy.
I believe her because
the dry bone can rise again.

We are heroes.
The voice of the voiceless.
The help of the helpless;
to a poor man,money
to a lover, honey.

We are heroes.
The suffering savours
Suffered to earn favours.
Our home is prison
for freedom reason.

We are heroes.
We blinded the sun.
Electricity our fun.
Hungry lion our pet.
Supernatural we get.

We are heroes.
The debunkers of high staff,
that turned people into chaff.
We give people liberty
from ambassadors of poverty.

We are heroes.
Like jesus we are the  light
that shine in the darkest night.
We point out wickedness,
and pave way to greatness.

We are heroes.
The true friends of a fellow.
In rainy we follow.
In sunny we did the same.
We never shame.

Bingo and Jack,the playful dogs.
Not minding the earthly bogs,
jump and joyfully bite
each other at any site.
Then Bingo consciously fall
and the other call.
Jack took victory
"I have made history
by defeating you
and given you blue".
Soon an unsounding whistle sound.
Their strength,they again found.
Sooner or later Jack lie
like one sleeping with an open eye.
Then the first climbed ontop.
The game came into stop,
when the final whistle sound like trum'.
The fans hullaboloo with drum.
The whistle was blew by a referee_ghost
while the first,Bingo boast
"I have won
you are now my con".
They both chorus"we are champions,
we are not self like scorpions.
Then the two heads  
departed
in a happy hearted.

Our appearance said we are intelligent
and our attitude applauded more.
Yes,that is extremely unprecise.
Now is the hour for action.
Pick pencil,pen and paper
that we may know the Lionel Messi
that will have the golden boot.

You thought you are the Shakespeare
or the John Dalton of  science,
Your hand must tell.
You must be like Trajon.
If you made pillow and bed
your best friends,
do you think you are the one
to get the pin inside a deep blue sea?

Answers won't fall like manna,
unless you seek it earlier.

We all are not unintelligent.
But that alone can't give success.
For success is determination
and determination is success.
The need to be as determined as WWE Taker
is necessary for the being first.
If any question is
hard nut to crack,
we too must be as stubborn as ram.

Among the billions of us,one is require.
Then,the rest will kiss the ground.
Display your talent
for even when you fail
"a bull will be given to you".

This morning Luke lacked what to eat.
He only do chatting and tweet.
When girls with full breast
gave facebook friend 'quest.
He said" these are sweeter than wheat".

limerick

I knew of a fellow named Tomzik,
whose love for joke land'd him to limerick.
He dreamed of blue berry.
He chewed and made merry.
But woke to be chewing a stick.

That sin excite me,****** ego *** up.
When I *******, I heaven'd on the earth.
Just like how player needed golden cup,
so do my body needed **** girth.

Each morning I desire ******'s act.
Midday, I do search out for foreplay girl.
At dusk, with **** worker, I react.
At night time only ***** bed my pearl.

But deadly hell fire belong I evermore.
Reward of sinners are but to pass on.
What profit shall I inbox when one more
earth I regain but lost eternal Bon.

In God's own kingdom, I shall put my head.
Let God's excite prevail my ***** bed.

I've tried to flee from lustful thought and act.
The thought of sexuality,the thought of lust.
My flesh is mainly made for it,that's fact.
In ***** bed,the pleasure of mine trust.

Though fear of God still ring in heart of mine.
Like sheep against a lion, I'm weak,
to firmly stand and work God's vine,
but rather I remain a ****** freak.

But worker often get his wage,mine's death.
An eternal punishment of mine is hell.
I need to change before I take my last breath.
I'm now determined to be heaven's dwell.

I'll settle down and
learn from Jesus
Christ,
who lived but flesh
of his,he sacrified.

The beauty of your face is glittery.
Your white teeth sparkle like the winter's snow.
Your figure possess God's best pottery.
The whole of you is just a shout of wow.

A man you kisses with the sweetest lips of yours,
will never want to let you go at all.
Your **** caress wipes away all bores.
On head of yours,no man get tire to brawl.

But truly,I will never marry you.
Depart from me! I do not like your ways.
To God Almighty do you often boo.
Your inner character doesnt really pays.
     (To Youngmen)      
Don't fall in love satisfy your eyes.
Don't marry *** or beauty, be you wise!

Masks have different kind.
To know their motive, no one can find.
Carefulness,prudent,knowledge and wisdom
are require in any kingdom.

Stoles put on Creator's mask.
Present prophet Elijah,who preach
to gain power,praise,money
and bask.
They live different
from their speech.

Demons come under smiling mask
to accomplish their wicked task;
destruction,distractio contortion,
too difficult to know that they're
convolution.

So also ***** lover.
Who was considered as one's apple.
They caress,hug,kiss and hover.
But only incubus and succubus people.

Which masks are employees putting?
Are they working or waiting?
Inernia,lethargy,forty winks and lazybones,
are these not their dones?

The books and pens feel lexicographers .
Putting on masks of
burning midnight candles.
Destined for doctors,actors,lawyer bankers and geographers.
But at last,merit to have f-9 in bundles.

Which mask are you wearing,
or do your face often appear as made?
Ability,nature,feeling and worrying,
how do you show
this grade.

I have walked through this road.
Yes, it was very broad.
I walked with my sugarcane.
I both angry sun and cat-rat rain.
That same road without any pain.

On the road she hugged and kissed.
She protected me from hissed.
I steadily received no unhappiness.
Arm to arm to people's hardness.
That same road was filled with likeness.

But on a certain day,I earned love sicked.
The wearing and weeping on this road I picked.
My companion announced our separation,
not of wish but to friend's appreciation.
That same road I wept for our relation.

I knew of a nation,Nigeria.
Which differ from state like bulgeria.
You'll happily clap,
when rich man give you slap,
and cheer his name loud in Nigeria.

It will be all right on the night,
though it had a bad background.
It will be all right on the night,
though hopeless today sound.

I've been a sinner.
I have never lived in light.
My faith is getting thinner.
But it will be all right on the night.

My animals died of disease.
My plant suffered blight.
My wealth daily decrease.
But it will be all right on the night.

Manner of friendship change.
My friend intend us to fight.
I can't change this strange.
But it will be all right on the night.

All chicks are in hidden house.
Above flies hungry kite
to spare nothing even mouse
But it will be all right on the night.

We are in a
community,
where the might trample on mite.
I knew the rich have inhumanity.
But it will be all right on the night.

I am the worst bard.
Common lyric,I can't write
even when I tried hard.
But it will be all right on the night.

I never had chance to be great.
Luck is unseen wight.
All moment were filled
with regret
But it will be all right on the night.

Mountain has been firmly fixed.
Its content were metallic mixed.
Its known to be
unshakable
to move it,no one is able.
But with determination,its certain
that I can move the mountain.

NECO is nicknamed trouble.
WAEC is its double.
It is impossible to come out with flying colours
in Maths and English,the saviours.
But with daily reading,its certain
that I can move the mountain.

Heaven is such a nice place.
With light lightening from God's face.
No sinner can enter there,even as sin rule us here.
But with faith and love,its certain
that I can move the mountain.

We are in a country.
Where people receive suffering from hungry.
Kleptomaniac hands steal with pistol.
Survival rate is so little.
But with honesty,its certain
that I can move the mountain.
Lust is common among boys
even with the brave and the coys.
Each desiring a girlfriend
that will put their life to end.
But with focus,its certain
that I can move the mountain.

If only she accepted me as her friend,
I would accompany her to destination.
She wouldnt have search for shade to bend.
Love will be our protection.

Behold how she shivers like feverish monster.
The unmerciful rain made her a wet fowl.
She said that rain is the administer
of
ugly,sorrow,sickness,cold and foul.

Oh no! if Goliath seem toughest,
call on David,if rain
is the administer cold
call on love,the supernatural best.
The most costly free gold.

If me and her in the rain walk,
the rain will only flog the dead horse.
Our teasing jokes and sweet talk,
will be our umbrella,no sorrow
nor the worse.

There once was an old man named Benny.
Who never in life saw a penny.
When once saw him dollar,
he fainted in a hollar.
O poorest! the old man named Benny.

#LIMERICK

A stupid and futureless wino,
was heavily drunk as you know.
He fell in a gutter
and shouted "its better.
This home is the best for a wino"

#limerick

The General was stunk by bees,
when come him outside as to pees.
He cried like a child
and turned his eyes wild.
He cried "I must shoot at these bees"

#limerick

A fellow named Timothy Terna,
was killed by a brutalised hyena.
When went him a forest,
to pray at a high crest,
for God to send down bunch of manna.

#LIMERICK

Beneath the tree she stood in anger.
Followed by unquenchable hunger.

Then sat down and wept,
for the unity of the family can't be kept.

Quarrelling and fighting are the heads of the family.
Everyone behave unfairly.

Father is no longer a bread winner.
Yet claimed not to be a sinner.

He said it is due to economic situation.
Claiming to improve when things are in
improve position.

But the impatient mother always complain,
like a partner who was infected with *** pain.

She said he gave money to gold
digger.
Seeing him as a he goat ******.

The children on the other side are stubborn.
In the society,behave like the stopborn.

Sorrow is the girl's closest friend,
for the family is coming to an end.

Your departure kept me in lovelorn.
Am I of tears born?
Whenever I behold your face
I find no place to trace.
Should I trace the Indians.
Indians are but ordinary comedians.
Your smile drive me crazy.
To let you go means I'm lazy.
Anytime I view your fine figure
I vowed "our love I must secure"
You will always be my beautiful lily
that often drive me silly.
My strength,my comfort,my prize.
Love gleams in your glittery eyes.
Yet you don't want to be my crony.
It is an unbelievable
irony.
To separate was never your wish.
It was friends and relatives that dish me out without a cause.
But they don't want theirs to pause.
With deep love,we will offer them back.
Then happiness we shall never lack.
But if you claimed so shall it be
then remove the love seed you sow in me.
Of which you can't,it has mature.
It was bestowed by nature.
We grew up with the seed.
So please be my beautiful bead.

I love you even as you are ******.
So I pray you to be
immaculata.
I only hate your tortoise change
from freeze to range,so strange.

From dawning you were my butter
and I, your bread,everything was better.
Happiness accompany us to everywhere.
At then, sadness sees us nowhere.

At noon,I "praise" your statue
of being a lady of easy virtue.
Yet you never forget me.
But a deceitful smile in thee.

Only little breeze I nearly fall.
I wonder wind and storm,what will be my call?
Your presence strength,absence week.
My door,roof and shelter leak.

Why can't change to best?
O my girl! my nest!
I am awaiting you to be mine.
So I pray help from Valentine.

This is the greatest non-fiction.
Who on earth will believe her action?
My chick,who was
like my security agent;
who strengthened me at lent.
Now became a jackal.
Desiring me a basal
Is this not the highest form of irony?
My friend,companion and crony,
at my back "bless" my name
by gossiping an extra negative fame
about me,her lover.
I thought she is a real flower.
Even Abraham will not believe;
this kind,type,form and category of deceive.
It sounds chinese film in nature.
Ananians is the feature.
Someone I hugged and kissed.
Now to me,she hissed.
Ah! I am theliving dead
the suffer head,the poor head.
Eureka wasnt as surprised as me.
Earnestness love should be.
Yesterday,my sweet sugarcane
that took away my pain.
Today,the number one antagonist,
who attack me,the protagonist.
Tomorrow is transparent darkness.
It either be happiness or still sadness.

There once was a lady from Dover,
that wasnt good in kissing her lover.
She bite him so hard
like futurless bard.
He later pursued her to Dover.

#limerick

My heart is as heavy as bulkdozer
It had no any spiritual fertilizer
I felt great guilt
My sins back me to continual wilt
The claim of christianity
had banished because of my iniguity
I can neither look inside the Bible
nor stand confidently in the temple
If only once or twice
I would ve been Christ's vice
Though God is merciful
but he punished David in bountiful
David committed a single sin
Compare a din like me that sin every min
Sin is my best breath
Breath not of life but death

Yet if I forsake my wickedness
like Zachaeus,His faithfulness
endures from generation to generation
As the heaven is far from vegetation
So is His love for human
He need absolute humility from man
The waving of water
lily indicate
The God's love to open the heavenly gate
If I put my hope out of his love
what will be my glove?
Who has soft heart like God?
Every *** unlike God has heart of rod
He merciful makes my heart to leap
even when I behave like sheep
His over mercy keeps me alive
Home through i will arrive.

There once was a young man from Nather,
who wished to be Catholic Father.
The young man got  tarry
as priest do not marry.
He went home to marry at Nather.

#limerick

Have mercy o the Light
for our thought is evil at your sight.
Our hearts are always on adultery
and our minds are full of idolary.
Have mercy on us
and wash away our sins by the blood of Jesus.

Have mercy o Lord
on the people of the world for our word.
Our attitude speak stupidity against you
instead of good example for others to view.
Our words are immoral.
Not realising our souls are immortal.

Have mercy o Saviour
for our enjoyable bitter behaviour.
We had done what is evil at your sight,
therefore losing our quality of bright.
We behave like a mow.
Please don't remove your sow.

Have mercy o God of perfect mission
for our great ommission
you urged us to love one another
but we hate each other
forgive us and give us direction
so that through it,we shall gain salvation.

I've a beautiful girlfriend named Made.
She is keeping her beauty unfade.
On a day she woke up
and applied her make up.
She resembled a Korean's marquirade .

#LIMERICK

McCall! while I was searching for a cat
in a kenyan's zoo,
something made noise like a rat
not knowing it was you.

I wanted to name you into class
of higher mammal,
but seeing you eating grass
is an assurance that you are a wild animal.

I can't believe that my good mistress' gone.
she came,she saw,she lived,she
worked and died.
But duties of her is yet to be done.
That's why I'm weeping while long I cried.

She is now call among the dead,she's dead.
No place to see and hear her any more.
We lost her sweet maternal tea and bread.
on our unconsoled heart lies ever sore.

To sorrow I was nailed when I realised;
her teaching and its great impact in life,
her charming voice of care and great advised.
That's why I called her sister,mom and
wife.

If God not God,I shall curse him the God.
But since He is God,I have to nod.

#sonnet

How much I love you! Melita, my power.
The petal of my rose,my dawning sun,
that rises my joy,the morning glory flower.
I need of you the feeding with your bun.

O Melita,why'd you sent me away.
You sent me out and banged your door at me.
You never care about me for a day.
You hid your heart where eyes of mine can't see.

What wrong had I committed to get reject'd.
It could because I'm not a weathy guy.
Or cause I'm not the man your heart select'd.
Perhaps you want to say to all men-bye.

I shall keep calm and wait for my true love.
It could be you or any other dove.

#sonnet

There once was a student named Gest.
Among all his classmate,he's best.
He dumped all his books
and followed all
cooks.
Which lastly he failed much the rest.

Unfortunately, I was born with sin.
From womb I've been a dustbin.
Sadly, my society is sinful
and I joined to be
playful.
Truly, sins germinated in my life
and grew up as my wife.
Certainly,I can't be called a saint
even as I put on paint.
Hopefully, my dept had been paid by Christ's death.
I now can take new
breath.
Sincerely, I am
walking toward
righteousness.
Developing an act of
humility and holiness.
Fortunately, I shall
meet the Father
and equally see my
Blessed Mother.

The rays of the sun
kick off the vaporation
of stagnant water.

A saint,
checking the book of life,
his name unfound

#senryu

The best of bards is back
Holding a poetic pack
Returning from exile
Where for a scorpion while,
He buried pen in graves
And sang his songs in caves.

I,a buried,single seed
Repr'senting a silver bead,
Which undergoes a mould,
And was change into gold,
My pen,my seed,both died,
Jaded,my sweet-fans cried.
Forgetting life is death,
And death,a living breath,
A guitter cannot win,
Though quitting is not sin,

The best of bards is back,
Holding a poetic pack.
Come out to watch,to see,
His ink, as if a sea
Flows quietly a-towards,
The way to move forward,
His word is honeybomb,
This pen,a real pipe-bomb,
Will bombs all darkened heart',
Which cause it to depart,
From evil and offence.

So,are you seeking truth?
Is life not walking smooth?
That you awaits to find
The doctor of the mind?
Are your days not nice?
Are your wages poor price'?
Do loved ones cheat on you'
Do your soul suffer boo?
Do you suffer a curse?
Just calm your nerve because,
The best of bar is back,
Holding a poetic pack.

What a cold day in England! Snow covered the whole atmosphere.Every being is shivering in cold.It seem the whole London is locked in a deep freezer.Our blood got thick.Nothing is moving,no sound is heard except the quiet tick tock.The hooting owl is dying.Then we saw.....
      Some pieces of snow
      melting before the sun rise~
      Twenty-first february.

Come close my dear son
Listen to what wisdom says
People may hear your words
But they feel your attitude
For action speaks
Louder than the highest voice
Words are empty drums
That makest a stormy noise
But contain nothing in itself
Even if your words are rotten eggs
But your attitudes is well furnished
People will surround you
They will kiss you from sweetest lips
They will place your position
Above the majesty and governors
You will be an apple
That ****** their eyes

So,my son,do not oil your words
To earn honour and praise
Do not mask yourself
by your sweetest lips
Everyone knew that words can't represent the heart
She only speaks for one's interest
But attitude is the mouth of the heart

Therefore my son,be wise
Follow what wisdom advised
Do what makes you happy
To your fellow being
mind your behaviours and deeds
For people may hear your words,
But they feel you attitude.

Blessing dropping down
from the gloomy darken cloud~
The spring comes alive