I soar, today, in the spirit,
My heart thuds sweetly,
Big smile as I cross the street,
My soul, dancing, ever so joyfully

My soul aspires,
To heights unfathomable,
A place where all spiritual desires,
Are laid, bare, on godly table.

Didn't take anything,
That didn't belong to her,
She never struggled to get into trouble,
It was her natural endowment.

They have created incompetence,
And turned around to mock their creation,
Rather their weep for their useless contraption,
They continue in their perverse indolence;

Look at what has become of this ex imperial colony,
Daily I see the contrivance of neo elite monsters,
Destroying the whole to empower shameless critters,
With evil relish, they gobble up our common patrimony;

Barely working, all in disarray,
The rich fly away to comfort,
Leaving the poor in pain and distraught,
Only to pray ceaselessly, for a better next day.

A thatch of forest;
Green, welcome rest,
All around, as far as the eyes can see,
The dead and dying, spread out like the endless sea.

I have become unhappy,
Middle age and a bald head,
Every spark is now unamusing,
Like the sombre road I walk every night.

Hungry for many a month,
This pretty bird, borne, of the spirit,
Reminds me not to quit,
That my help, not long, is by the door mouth.

Each day we look to the east,
To that which lights up our planet,
A constant reminder, none the least,
That our dreams will awaken someday, yet.

This strong thing,
Mothers labour for it,
Men take the heat,
So craved by every human being.

Breath less than a minute,
How long do I have to die?
Age to age, I very much try,
But all they see is wine, women and meat.

I'm stuck with you,
Through the bright and blue,
I know we'll pull through,
Because our love is true.

It is in the nature of the firmament,
TO pour rain upon the face of the earth,
Should we then blame heaven's government,
For the flood that caused my brother's death?

Catch the notes of my love,
Spread your heart wide,
Watch them from above,
As they gently, downward, glide

A gathering of coconuts,
Deliberating over tomato sauce,
How to make delicate cuts,
And not spoil the source.

When I was three,
He came through the barrel,
Now I am thirty-three,
He comes in civilian apparel.

Many roses are,
But your petals rare,
Many wingers be,
But not you, my queen bee;

On the threshold of your twenties,
Just a step before the thirties,
I wrap my love, again, around you,
Just as it was, the day I met you.

Happy Birthday, My Love. My own queen, from heaven above.

The woman for me,
The mother of our children,
Beautiful like the open sea,
Mysterious beyond what the eyes can see.

In bed, darkness, no power,
Bingeing on Supernatural,
Terrible pain around the lower lumbar,
Broke, not a single dime in my PayPal;

As my daughter lay sleeping beside me,
My son in the other room with his mother,
I suddenly am aware of the things I fail to see,
That truly I am blessed beyond any mundane bother;

But then again the morning brings its own worries,
My ageing mother afflicted by pain of her sister's loss,
Barely enough to save up for vacation stories,
And a country that does not care about us.

You see the lies slide off his tongue,
Like that bald, bearded singer guy slid into her DM,
The bespectacled minister of mendacity,
And cyber media in a frenzy over their announced engagement;

We have been here before,
History making a case for repeating itself,
The curious darkness that enveloped the airport,
And the magic of that Dubai exchange of vows;

It is two years on this train,
The tracks heading off into the distance,
The origins of this journey we know,
But halfway there the engine sings a different tune;

After holding Nigeria spell bound by their chemistry,
On the sequel of the highest grossing movie in Africa,
We are called to witness the crystallisation of a well hidden romance,
It's always beautiful to behold, something magical;

So here we are on the eves of two great milestones,
A delayed love story playing out real time,
And a commanding life hanging in the balance,
Will the past be dragged into the future

The good ones have been taken,
The pretty ones don't want me,
As far as I can see,
No better off than forsaken.

I want to believe, canine heaven,
Oh,  dear old boy,
You filled our days with jumpy, troublesome joy,
Sad, you never made it to eleven.

Before anything works,
I take out the locks,
Lay out the blue lines,
And **** all the cursed designs.

Everything belongs to mother,
What is hers is ours,
We all embrace the cold together,
And never question her terrible powers.

Out of will,
Handcrafted, discovered,
Or prayed into existence,
Every thing invented;

Nothing ever created,
To shorten, strengthen,
Or make easier,
Ever turned out better.

Been on this road before,
Cobbles of thirst and hunger,
Loose bonds desperately insecure;

The lone ranger make his home,
Wherever his burdens roam,
Tears and sorrow are his head rest;

His next meal is unsure,
So stops by a bread store,
Drinks in the sweet aroma;

He looks sadly at the moon,
Crickets joyfully chirp away,
And this ends another miserable day.

And just like that!
A single cowardly shot!
Life given no chance to start,
Another ****** from the lot;

As though, it appears,
Former colonies of Her Royal Majesty,
Have become mindless rippers,
Tearing souls with reckless travesty;

Here the Coronavirus has killed less,
And brutality snuffed out more,
It's all a shameful mess,
Security agencies in ****** galore;

The vestiges of colonisation,
Suppression and marginalisation,
Brutality, segregation and classification,
Kleptomania, nepotism and crass corruption.

No more wellingtons,
No more icy things,
No more muddy murk,
No more shivering in the lurk.

Money, fast cars and women,
A good appetite to the dozen,
All these don't make my team,
It's simply because you're my dream;

Make it come true,
I'll give you a clue,
Be my sun-screen,
Then I'll rub you all over, my beauty queen.

The will to carry on,
When the back is broken;
Mere words will not do,
And certainly not a cockadoodledoo.

Love me down,
Do me thoroughly,
Run me out of town,
Byt wait, after this, our nightly.

Like peas in a pod,
We have been matched by Almighty God,
To be in sweet love together,
And to hold fast, unto each other, forever.

The same hands that delivered penury,
Can never conceive prosperity,
Have you ever seen the graveyard,
Reject the offerings of the weeping sad?

And there she lay, dead,
Bloodied, vomitus and all,
Darkened stripes lined her back,
Her small frame curled up, lifeless;

No older than three Christmases,
She'll never see another Easter egg,
What ever she would become,
Now, most certainly, we'd never know.

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

When the old die young,
And the young never see the dusk,
Know there is something wrong,
When the living, die, over dried husk.

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

You say one,
I hear another,
You are my lover,
And then you are gone.

Atop the porcelain,
Minding my business,
The world outside,
Moving on without interest.

Everyone is hungry,
But no one is angry,
Choosing to embrace this life of suffering,
And all the time smiling.

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

All is black,
In abundance or lack,
With deliberate oversight,
We step around that impending fight.

Destitute from birth,
They grow to embrace death,
With nothing worth living for,
They take terror on a daily tour.

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.

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

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

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.

And when the demons,
From your unlikeable past;

Drink sodas and lemons,
With your present cast;

Know ye that time calls upon thee,
To make peace your cup of tea.

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

Between the ears, between the legs,
Therein lies the ultimate tradeoff,
Follow your heart or the magic stuff,
One or the other, the question begs.

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