I was conceived
when my parents recited a love poem together,
my mother then spent nine months when a poet was growing in her womb,
nowadays my mother ask me ,
"Son,where did you picked this bad character of description ?"
And my answer is one sentence
"Dear mother,you recited a poem the day I was cconceived"
"How?"
"The bed and the talk made the hymn"
Smiling rather sad,
"Go out and don't come in again"
But my heart describes anything
The sun
The moon
Air
Emotion and everything
To say,that come my sight
I call it
A poet character.

I was conceived
when my parents recited a love poem together,
my mother then spent nine months when a poet was growing in her womb,
nowadays my mother ask me ,
"Son,where did you picked this bad character of description ?"
And my answer is one sentence
"Dear mother,you recited a poem the day I was cconceived"
"How?"
"The bed and the talk made the hymn"
Smiling rather sad,
"Go out and don't come in again"
But my heart describes anything
The sun
The moon
Air
Emotion and everything
To say,that come my sight
I call it
A poet character.

Mr nice can be my name
Cool and conducive to learn
Smart and neat
My sweat heal plants
It can heal human wounds
But living things avoid me
Save for plants
They know me as cold
Biting the skin
Killing the chicks
And slowing germination
The choose to waste my cool and good nature
And at times I get angry
I go off and my brother takes duty
And they call me better
They cry again
I pity them anyway
But I think they should avoid confusion
And work even harder when on duty

I just pop in
To drop a kiss
To halt all you do
To make your minute shine
And leave a hug
To make you miss me
Because I am leaving.
Good night

My people
Yet is my time
I will do to my best
From my bottom of the heart
I feel for your lose
My instinct has shown me success
You just need to confirm me
Place me on the lane
I will run with them
Strategically,I am well
I see success on our way
Just point me,
I will knell to wipe your shoes
God given and I shall serve you Godly
Holly and closely I am going to be
Just for the grace and away from grass
In the cocoon of a sweet man
Lies a goon
And it is only good time
To define the "good man"
He eats dead meat
He drinks blood
He sweeps the flow after visitors
He is a scavenger in a good coat
A linen shirt
A shoe that is costly
A sweet word that has hidden shame
A man of hollines in hell
A man respected and honoured by Satan
A man of no example
A real scavenger

Happy new year everyone
May I hear a response?
my skeleton of the new year
hangovers of last year
Debts carried forward
To begin from borrowing
Just to have a chapati
In last  year's clothes....
What will good be made of this year?
Just in ***** thoughts of last year
Just weak in spirit of motivation
Weak body
Weak joints
But strong desire to make good of today
Will I?
I just go near death
And
My poems ink are rotting over paper
Waiting to be published
Oh no no no no!
Like I call it my new year.

It was my mistake to meet you
I call it a good mistake to know you
I call it a better mistake to socialise you
It was the best mistake to share my secrets with you
You have brought me bigger challenges
Now you have super clue to bind us
I expect the worst
But
It was my mistake
And
I regret it.