Green words of healing,
Spoken since before time borne,
Enemies knew but not revealing,
Blinding powers like the amazing sun.

Between fiery and fun,
Eyes that make heads turn,
She pretends she hates my guts,
Yet...I colour, all, of her thoughts.

At every annoying turn,
He goes on, and on, and on,
She knows everybody,
And even the ones criminally unworthy.

Standing there, wondering,
Who was staring back at me,
The stranger with the devilish grimace,
Taunting me with a wicked grin.

I try, really I do,
Not to bring to mind,
That you are no more,
That I'll never see you again;

Your passive instructions guide me,
And the active one keep me going,
Your memory continues to ginger me!
All of which are clean, clear and unblemished.

At times like this I take solace,
In the cheer that you went away gallant,
Not wishing us any bother at all,
Strong, very strong, until the very end.

By the hands of ignorance,
We waste precious,
Life, given, to be nurtured,
And not permanently fractured.

I sought an angel,
And found a star,
Oh, she had fallen,
Out of the sky for me.

They tell you to marry,
And nigh, not to tarry,
Then they leave you high,
Tattered pockets, indebted and dry.

What if the world is ended,
And we are condemned,
To suffer trials and tribulations,
And the warring of many nations?

Dust, at the snap of the finger,
Put many lives in danger,
But there arose a band of heroes,
That sent to infinity, the deathly Thanos.

In the crypts of Winterfel,
Lay the bones of men that fell,
A rich harvest for Whitewalkers,
Day of doom for living talkers.

Oh, without you, I'd cease to live,
I am nothing if you leave,
This, my love, you must believe,
None other, can my heart, conceive.

Aye! Aye! The planted seed is anchored,
Joyful tiding from the mouth of babes,
For in nine, will come the bloom,
Heralded by two lines on a strip.

The sight was shocking,
On a beautiful Monday morning,
Greeting the rise of the golden sun,
Was the stiff, cold body, of a mother' son;

Dressed in a hat and suit to match,
He wore, on his right hand, a ticking watch,
Many walked by and wondered at the scene,
Eyes questioning what could have been his sin.

When it all gets too much,
I run into Sanctuary,
Here, I am in no hurry,
To get in touch.

Whence had it come,
That filthy breath of ***,
Cast away this rottenness,
Eating away our wholesomeness.

But between the high and  sounding,
And the lowly quiets,
Rests a place for poets,
Bedecked of beautiful writing.

Ego nailed to boot,
Sow to this precious root,
Your coin will travel,
Far to our place of marvel.

Love is not a two way street,
For when you get in,
And pair with whom you see fit,
Then you give and give, even through the thick and thin.

As she turned a year older,
And I thought the time was perfect,
Those four words left my mouth,
Never spake 'em before, and ne'er again.

The day we are born,
And when our job is done,
Between is a grey mix,
Of fix and break; break and fix.

For nine moons and more,
This umbilical connected us,
You, I worshipped with heavenly adore,
Yet, our ways must part thus;

And you must find it,
In your beautiful heart,
Not to feel envy's heat,
But to welcome this new start;

I am a man now,
With a beautiful wife,
A girl and boy,
I'll turn forty in this life,
I, no longer, am your very good toy.

This red gold you own,
Freely give to save a life,
Across race or creed,
It unites every one human and every being.

Thine eyes found me,
When life hath nought for me,
Thine love gave me hope,
When I could not cope.

We have no right,
To question God,
Because He has nothing to answer,
For the evil that we have committed.

If wishes were fishes,
Everyone would swim,
But I drop like lead,
Even when I tread like mad.

Some, I have liked and loved,
Others,  I have loved and had,
But somewhere, in there, all my emotions dissolved,
Leaving me very cold, miserable and sad.

We speak without words,
Talk without saying anything,
We fight without swords,
Yet we are our everything.

A spontaneous internal combustion,
Causing immediate unexplained confusion,
In all this hazy commotion,
You'd think it wasn't a contraption.

Take your eye away a second,
Or bat an eyelid,
And you will be sorry,
No story;

For out there roaming,
Is a mean fiend,
Ripping off female *******,
And leaving no tracies;

The story is awash,
In the pubs, on the streets,
Of desperate ritualists,
Getting into ****** fetishes;

That in used *******,
Is DNA for making money,
Deeply set in the fabric,
Is fluid that oils the maeveric;

So, watch out!
Fall not victim,
Of roving lunatics,
And their ***** antics.

Almost missed penning,

Something to mark the day,

My thoughts roam very far away,

Floating...drifting...floating...drifting.

Bend nigh, ebony goddess,
Arrange thine voluptuousness,
Take mine instrument,
And warm it forever, in a moment.

This one is around,
Just for the bread and butter,
The other kisses the ground,
And is more than a mother.

Imagination that's pure,
Heavenly sweet sensation,
You, my friend and companion,
To share with, to care and dare for;

You alone matter to me,
The two of us basking,
In the sunshine of our loving,
Being the best versions we can be.

The staleness of your emotion,
Irritates me much,
No bearing on my condition,
Enough of such and such.

But this woman found power,
From the voices of others,
Marching down fear like soldiers,
In the sunshine, she's a proud tower.

We sleep daily at the pumps,
And get crushed by failed brakes,
This country staggers to the dumps,
And everything is up for cheap takes.

Searched through the ages,
For the other pea in the pod,
And whenwhen she was found,
The whole world came around.

Among the clouds raining down,
Delivered after a decade's wait,
His mercies are never late,
Oluwaseunfunmi, mentioned without a moment's frown.

He came around every Thursday for alms,
This old ***** beggar from the North,
Father would host him under the tree,
He never missed his weekly sadaka;

But father breathed his last on Sunday,
Mother was distraught, besides herself,
Everyone said one good thing or the other,
Plenty tears to last his eighty earthly years;

So he ambles in like he would,
Sits under his usual shade,
Then someone says to him, "Baba yamutu..."
And he jumps up in raw exclamation!

Never seen such genuine show of surprise,
He truly expected the old man to live forever,
Much later, in quiet sorrow, pays condolences,
Picks up his satchel and stumbles into the sunshine.

My shadow and I are in great dispute over you,
He says he loves you better than me,
I say I love you better than he,
We both cannot seem to know what to do;

Thus we ask:
He says he loves you more because he will be with you during the night,
I say I will love you forever, and always, when it is bright,
Now, we beg you, put an end to this aching task?

The perpertuating expanse of the skies,
The love in a woman's eyes,
Mysteries man will forever contemplate,
More so, with you, since our first date.

That all my life,
To you I devoted,
But only rewarded,
With sorrow and strife.

She is such a woman,
And am I her man?
She believes in me,
And is this what I see?

This maker of craft,
Draws an angry blank,
Shakes off this annoying shaft,
And misses out on smiling to the bank.

I am involved,
With this girl,
She'll be the death of me,
But do I care?

How impossible to remain with the one,
But penguins do it, and eagles, too,
Men say it cannot be done,
And women pray for just us two.

Death holds me not in remembrance,
Sickness holds me not in remembrance,
I have become THE ADORED,
Not to be mocked, by the ENTIRE world.

Umbrellas to hook,
The skies are crisp and blue,
Oh, what brilliant hue,
Out in the air, or laying by the brook.

Moonlight activities, nostalgic,
The days of our childhood,
Looking forward, every evening,
To folktales, to those lores of old.