But on this occasion he calls that his
Bottled up feelings in a flurry to the sis
Can be expressed--to say "he loves her."
So thirteen times he her number alone
Dialed; but she's not there with her phone
Until the epiphany departed from that feller.

In pure gold cast I for thee my love
Which cannot in trust rust nor alter
In glory, though I do see many a dove
Flying about whose eyes at you flutter.

Love unfeigned, how can it be
Truly known: by deed or by word?


Take old Sisera for example, my lady,
Who fled with his glittering sword
To the tent of Jael, the beloved wife
Of Kenite, from the face of Barak.
And of her requested he for his life
Water, and she in action was not slack
To offer him milk instead, and did cover
Him again with a blanket. Sleeping in peace,
She crept softly to him with a hammer
And nailed down his temple with ease.
Yet to her did he entrust his safety,
Seeking from the smasher vain security.


Consider Joab, too, how he by his fine
Speech killled Amasa his worthy cousin;
Taking his beard with his right hand
As though he would give him a kiss grand,
Whilst his left hand had a thirsty dagger
Waiting; and he pierced the good feller
Through with his wicked blade. How the tongue
Of men do flatter oft in order to do wrong!

Once it's broken, the maidenhead,
It cannot again be ever mended,
When in the light wall of a peach--
In that fine part--there is a breach.
or who knoweth how to stitch *****
Together like words with an hyphen?

Whilst in bed, thou knowest not at
All what about thee is transacting more
In life, for thou altogether therein art
Oblivious even to thine own existence core.

And all thy earthly goods thou wilt
Never remember--not even a pin in your
Possessions--as you shut eye on thy quilt
Or on thy sack, dreaming with a snore.

Thy soul, in sleep, is at ease from angst--
Worrying nay itself over the Dow Jones swinging.
Thou art in a subconscious mode and canst
Tell nought of what in the world's happening.

Save for stertorous breathing--the
Sign of life, sleep is simply as death!
And in both man is hapless verily,
Whether he lieth in bed or in a casket.

This thy affection erratic
Make constant and stable,
Willowy winsome chick;
Or thy love from my cable
You should now altogether,
Once and for all, sever.

Girl, so rare art thou like a comet.
You're a fair and comely nymphet.

Walking alone, even if it's only a mile--
Though you'd have wine, bread and cream--
The journey would be weary, and very dreary
Would life to thee be without a lone smile;
Howbeit if you've gotten by Grace a deary,
A companion sweet, though you should walk
A thousand miles together; yet it would seem
Like a furlong as you both are cheeringly talk-
Ing sans the comforts of chocolate and chicken,
Save for water and crisps into pieces broken.

Darkness and death
Cannot cast their pall
Yonder this fallen earth
Over life and light at all.

Behold, but let it nay an impediment
Be, beauteous babe, my faltering lip,
Because grandiloquence is the very flip
Side, save on the spur of the moment,
Of love; neither my pausing mouth
Consider which seemingly lacks fancy gait
And uttereth its words haltingly straight
Like a verily soaked clumsy lager lout.
Though my solemn tongue pauses, perfect peach,
The lines of my love do make a sublime speech.

They aren't supposed to be here,
Yet there are they in limbo,
Bearing the affections of any that show:
The innocent abandoned babies dear.

To some parents and homes they too belong
But in home for the fosters are they being nurtured,
And people about have become people around
Those beautiful children forlorn so long.

And never in akimbo our love should stand,
For good help must reach and kiss them now
From folk full of kindness's brow
Lest their destiny be buried in quicksand.

The wrath to come can never be imagined;
Upon this present world the dark damnation
That'll be visited cannot be envisaged,
When the earth shall enter eternal liquidation.

And no middle place for the soul of man,
Either to heaven or to hell will it go
For his deeds his own spirit shall scan:
Condemning or acquitting him justly so.

How she did the little me dispel
Like the wind drives away the hucks,
Like the sun scatter broad the clouds--
The verily high and vain damsel!
Thoug I be a low man, I know;
Yet shall I not to a swank bow.

Between then, choosy bull, and now
When you did throw me apace over
For some smarter and lovelier cow;
I've become the brightest and a killer.

The place of man's nativity
Nails nay in life his fortune:
Be it in a Manhattan Maternity
Or in a stable sans worldly boon.

To be colour blind
Is no grave a thing
As to be love blind,
When it's coruscating.

Though he hath a woman fresh
Within--his faithful wife at home
To make him at any hour come;
Yet he's chasing without a new flesh.
Wherefore why doth a man seek a devil new,
Who has an angel, with whom to bill and coo?

Written are some destinies
Boldly in the heavenly stars;
While some other cronies
Have theirs marred by earthly scars.

Ardent feelings come and go
Just like sunshine and snow.

My shaft-craft docked I with hers
As in orbit the space shuttle Atlantis,
Before it was by NASA rested:
So up she swallowed of for three
Inexpressible minutes, my darling dilly, --
Just like a shark swallowed up stiff Jonah
For three days in her belly, --in Havana,
Where I was locked in tween her hot thighs,
Heaving out we both extraterrestrial sighs
Upon the green with amours encrusted.

The time haply hath come for her to burn
Off the chaff, as the Arab Spring, in turn:
Plenty here are already living in earthly hell
Whose souls in lack and want daily dwell--
Sans meals, sans clothing, without electricity,
Without job, without warmth, and sans salary--
Who from heaven's providence good do fend,
Whose expectations and fulfillments on it too depend;
Yet this present president against the citizenry
Welfare hath gone ahead still the oil subsidy
Sensitive to remove, doubling and trebling forthwith
The price of things to a cut-throat level; he wit-
Less, meseems, is our economy dire to manipulate
Sensibly  and cannot such consequence great calculate
Hence adding to our festering injury salt of hardship,

Who was voted into office to manoeuvre this ship
Out of doldrums, for whose victory lives perished
As their faithful flames into eternity vanished
During the ugly mayhem that did ensue after the
Presidential election of last Spring,
dying untimely.
This, sailor sterile, is our reward from thee, methink,
By making this giant vessel of Nigeria to deeper sink!

I shall bear at all no grudge
I shall no lie white or black tell
I shall nothing evil or funny forge
Nor will I fry another man's damsel:
These and more are proclamation
Mere upon the mouth of a fool
And an idiot; he can't transgression
Overcome, who do not his members rule.
So require I no empty resolution
again this year, O my dearest soul,
Like in the years past, but salvation
which can make a man's heart truly whole.

Hallelujah and hosanna
To the eternal King
That was in Bethlehem
Judaea gloriously born
That made the heavenly host
To joyfully sing
For man, at whose birth
The devil did mourn.

Hard nail of passion
Like tortoise's back be bent
Under the hammering strength,
wherefore no *******!

In between lies
The honeycomb
And the tomb--
A lady's thighs.

*******,
Never is nay ever
Save you mean never-
                     Ever.

Hithertofore if thou hast been by the bed-
Side of one that's betwixt life and death--
For whose state even a flinty heart bled--
Who for his dire health under his breath
Could barely speak and as Job the finest meal
Loathed for his circumstances was yonder food
And on top no pleasantness more did he feel;
Thou, meseems, in thine melancholy mood
    Might this in thy heart ponder:
To the Christian and to the atheist
To the high and to the fellow low
To the worshipper and to the priest
To the fast fella and to the slow
To the fool and to the very wise
To the seeker of hell and paradise--
   If you're not inured, more you'd wonder
Of such that's beyond the mercy of medicine,
Though not heaven that cleanses away man's sin--
   With one destiny shall all men be met:
   One birth . . . one life . . . one death.

Behind closed doors the thing,
       My lovely chirpy dolly,
    You and I have wrought
    Is now being openly seen
    In thine protruding belly.

Blood, ***** it not, this bug,
But away doth it sap the strength
Upon the mat during a chaste merriment
Any time loves sacred feast is had,
When the flesh is stark, raving mad
Its oats to get as bodies cut a rug.

That summer day afore I did depart:
Like those merchant ships of Tarshish
Which sailed not once from their home port
Were my words affectionate to that dish,
They never my mouth left to her ears forth,
Failing her feelings as a buckleless belt
A sagging trouser. Though cold feet I felt
Nay; howbeit it's for her squeamish heart.
Yet I, beholding her supine in her pink bikini
On the beach with a lollipop, was musing honey.

Once of a bride was I by a belle informed;
Who, on the very night of their honeymoon
Upon sighting her groom's dower, screamed
And would not let him in for his ***** boon,
Until she's taken thru the script the following
Morn by her parson's wife in cool counselling.


Many things in morals and etiquette do
Parents their children ever and anon teach
Except on this single unfolding issue
Will they falter to them plainly preach:
The act of marriage in its detailed image,
Cause it's found nay on their nurturing page.


An African mother will quiver her girl to lecture,
For instance, in the subject under review,
But will leave it to the Omniscient Nature
To instruct her like cry to a curlew.
So the bride's mom will not to her say:
This is how you should roll in the hay.


Neither will a father his son likewise tell
Explicitly of this duty--this too I know--
How to make his led-to-the-altar angel
Fly on cloud nine during their maiden show.
My pa never me of this nuptial scene told,
How in bed my lady I should stylishly hold.


Yet instinct, that great ancient teacher,
The green Adam and ****** Eve taught
On man's debut moment of ecstasy ever,
And did lead him to her piquant spot,
Whilst one another they caressed for affection,
Premiering for all couples conjugal copulation.


And the animals who do not the wisdom
Of man have, even every diminutive creature,
How each by divine smarts in their kingdom--
Like the fishes in the sea of their rapture--
Do with themselves mate with none
Giving them tutorials nor showing them ****!


To close this up where it had first started:
The *iyawo after the pending deed was done,
As it should betwixt man and wife, delighted
Was and with glowing warmth did thence burn
In the hearth of her *oko with ultra joy,
Who at the beginning of performance was coy.

Much it wafts into my nose
     The smell strong of your perfume,
      Filling the well-appointed room
       Up with the fragrance of rose.
How well-scented art thou, my dear dame!
And stronger and sweeter still is thy foxy frame.

Everything fashioned He perfect and good:
Every animal, creeping thing, fish and bird.
And over them all in a delirious mood
He created man and made him their lord--
To dress and keep Eden--those to name.
And so it was, whatever he did proclaim.

Albeit man the crown of God's creation
Became the Almighty's lone sorrow:
For his heart with many an evil invention
Was filled, constantly and vehemenly so.

It grieved God thus that He'd formed him--
Who was His likeness--His creation's cream.

"Oh!" my wretched soul aloud sighed
In lamentation over its solitude,
For in vain its happiness hangs
Thus cannot rest more on earthly bliss.
And countless of homilies have I heard
More oft than dialy bread
From different parsons, pastors, and persons sent,
Yet melting merriment merry meet.
But just too well too late
The Holy Spirit to me spake
That the choice is merely mine
To seek true hope from Jesus's pouch,
That whether in him believe and happiness have
By walking faithfully on paradise course
Or reject him and eternal regrets get
By charging on with lunacy on perdition's
Path. Please, let me alone with godly choice
To know what joy salvation really brings
Through what Christ alone in  Calvary did
By giving what verily matters to the world!
And to this new unquenchable truth aligned myself
Not to misplace again priorities first; instead
Gracefully and obediently walk toward that home,
Where my mansion be a stately stead.

Just looking before I leap,
Musing with my lone self deep:

Betwixt her gracious sweet lips
And her honeyed graceful hips,
Which should I first of jolly take
That will not my gay heart break?

That fire, how slowly it's now been dying
Away, which mirthfully hitherto blazed--
When first love was freshly flaming
In the heart of those newly hitched!
For their peat's become cold with friction,
So their hearth's running out of affection.

She, good signor, whom in stormy sea
With thee faithfully and firmly stood--
Steadying the family boat with fasting
And prayer whilst thou hard wert  rowing
Against tempest--should nay in peace
And prosperity be by thy head misunderstood
Nor for another girl be in thine eyes contemned,
Lest by heaven thy new blessing is ******.

She loveth me nay--
           The supermodel--
       Cause my pocket is lean.
          But I did apace tell
         Her as she's sashay-
Ing along that "I'm no James Dean:
That Hollywood icon and superstar,
Who was by his acting rich in dollar;
But that i'm a poet, writing poetry."
So contemn me not, sultry popsy.

As though the breeze would carry
Her words across the sea
Right from within this cosy bower
To some far away places
And be heard also in the palace
Of the Queen of England,
When she whispered to me--my grand--
Delightful dame, in the raw:
"Art thou a one-trick pony
In play, my stallion honey?"
"Nay!" quipped I with guffaw.
I can mount fore and aft,
Thy fount, as it's apt.
Then did I turn on the shower--
The showers of blessing on her with care
From the station she did to me declare.
And therefrom I did hence perspire,
Besides, in deference to her soul's desire.

Certainly time will blow the memory
By and by of our existence away.
Only our shadows will then remain verily
In words and deeds, anyway.
Few our efforts and names will recall in this place,
Nonentity or celebrity, king or slave
And even the affluence in life now displays
Will surely melt and slide into darkness itself,
For despite the greatness of our achievements
Into oblivion all men shall sink
While the gist and praise of today's glories
From distant lands someday will echo back.
We're born to die once and die to live again,
Yet none shall live more who die not born again.

Hungry, it'll seem
Like eating up a mountain.
Thirsty, it'll feel
Like drinking an entire sea.
And getting the sea,
Could barely guzzle a rivulet.
And obtaining the mountain,
Could hardly swallow a molehill.
For life is simply an empty chase
Without God the Maker of the universe.
Wherefore pant I for that immaculate fountain
To come and quench my thirst,
And I pine for such refreshing honey
To please fill mine whole heart.

In his hand pure gold he has,
Treasure rare of an exquisite kind;
Yet gave he up the courteous lass,
'Changing the essence with the rind.
And such's been the hot eyes of lust
That oft view the crumb as mere crust.

What breedeth this thy high rage,
          My foxy fraulein?
Why not instead bruit me my sin?
And I shall to thee truly apologize
   Right here, now, yea tonight!
For morrow's holy light
Must not upon thine hot anger rise.
Discord should we always discourage.

These twain heaven-made zaftig apples
That stand firmly upon thy finest frame,
    My shapely and delightful dame,
And thine nectar that my heart ripples
Are mine by nuptials to thankfully consume
        In and out of their bloom.

   Let all others turn apace to gall
    In my mouth, my honey doll.

Not all kisses are kisses true.
That I do and from the Bible know
How Judas Iscariot did Jesus show
By a kiss and betrayed Him thru'.

Gall, many do hide neath the nectar
By giving venom for honey.
Many a love professed be phoney
That leaves the heart with some scar.

When remember I all the excellencies
That make us go into supreme ecstasies
Will someday be rotting fast away
In the grave and eventually turn to clay,
How my merry heart droopeth down
At once, letting go of my lady's gown!
  And my risen sun it duty shelves.
    
    The same fate thee awaited,
       Even if thou wilt be cremated.

So all those ravishing things of jolly joy
Which heaven on women glaring bestows
That turn a beefy man to a lackey boy
Shall by and by become the shadows
           Of themselves!

Howbeit I recalled the words of Solomon,
That man needs must relish is ***** wife
And his chosen work in this vain life,
Hence my hanging duty again was done
            In jolly, jolly yummy
     With honey, honey mummy.

Where abideth in thee
                My love,
          Fluttering dove,
  In thine heart or in thy belly?
I mayn't though have been to school,
       Yet am no Passion's fool.

Am I a ladykiller?
How many thus in my hand have died
     By my philandering big gun?
              Count on. None!!
Well, save this my avowed lone lover,
That's here alive but for ecstasy tired.

Thou about canst prance
   As a winnin' horse,
            Of course,
Seein' thou hast a sportin' chance
To court that sweet Princess
Now with thy plucky success.

Wish I thee, love Jockey, a good ride
If she becometh thy goodly bride.