"liss" poems
This is Nigeria
This is Nigeria; presidency turns sick leave.
This is Nigeria; one-sided democracy.
Double standard constitution, everything is dazy.
This is Nigeria; police bus be calling crowd.
Enter and become cowed.
This is Nigeria; best graduating student gets a thousand naira.
This is Nigeria; I hope we can differentiate between private and public institutions.
Lackadaisical attitudes everywhere, except religion institutions.
This is Nigeria; over a year strike in our foremost sector but it's a norm.
Corruption; a living form.
This is Nigeria; education is dull.
This is Nigeria; economy problem is solved by increased school fees.
Such government still gets a second term. Madness; it's our liss.
This is Nigeria; lot of resources but we still pray for light.
Food, security and rights.
This is Nigeria; lecturers give grades anyhow.
This is Nigeria; Animal is swallowing money.
In a government with the main aim of fighting corruption, it's funny.
This is Nigeria; politicians changing parties.
Playing with our lives like they're *******
Peter Oyebanji (PIRO)
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
I lie and await while you lift off your shirt for me...
I bite my lip and smile, while bending in my leg.
My hair, in a state of disaster,
Messy and tangly, dark rose wine lip stain...
Your ****** monster.
You climb onto the bed with a charm set on your face...
Your expression tells me a ton...
Making my mind ***
You tackle me with your touch as you feel up my legs....
My thigh tingles as you place your fingers inbetween them...
I lick my lips whilst moaning in a sensual pleasure....this feeling of erotica is something like long lost treasure.
Breathe onto my neck....
Feel my heart beat as you turn up the heat.
Baby, make me leak....
I've craved you, an intense arousing feeling comes about...
Love is making us... like ******* is nothing but a poor lust.
Squeeze my *** while I moan....
You pull out your stick ...
Oooh baby it's so thick.
**** me like you need me...
Kiss me fuckin' passionately.
Soulful lust...
Like the earths crust.
Crush me...
Devour me.
Taste me...
Lick me...
Baby just *** me.
I claw the bed sheets while you go deeper in me.
Head tilts back while you grab my throat in hack.
Your back inbedded with ****** scars as I claw and scratch you....
I love it how you do me...
More...
I love you like you have no fuckin' clue...
Adore.
****** tensions build as you kiss me down my hips...
I love the feeling of your soft luscious lips...
Kiss me...
I am everything you liss.
"Lips so french, *** so spanish"
The words escape from your mouth.
**** me right til' I'm too tired to leave you"
I reply in truth.
Passionate love so good you got me in a sensual mood.
Sweat drippin' down our bodies...
I love the sensual lust...
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
FAR-OFF, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,
Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir
And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep
Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold
The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold
Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes
Saw the pierced Hands and Rood of elder rise
In Druid vapour and make the torches dim;
Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him
Who met Fand walking among flaming dew
By a grey shore where the wind never blew,
And lost the world and Emer for a kiss;
And him who drove the gods out of their liss,
And till a hundred moms had flowered red
Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead;
And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown
And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown
Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods:
And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods,
And sought through lands and islands numberless
years,
Until he found, with laughter and with tears,
A woman of so shining loveliness
That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress,
A little stolen tress. I, too, await
The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?
Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,
Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?
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OF ALL THE KISSES IN ALL THE WORLD, SHE HAS TO WALK INTO MINE!
I kissed you in
Islip & Liss.
Then once again in
Syathling, Shipton & Pershore.
Where ever I kissed you
I only ever wanted to
kiss you
more.
I kissed you in
Amberly & Arundel.
Once, I kissed you in
Swale & Sway.
I kissed you all over
in many various places
that I cannot remember
today.
I only remember
the kisses
scattered all over England
refusing to fade away.
***
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These are all the beautiful names of little towns and villages in southern England. To my English Jan they were just names but to an Irishman unacquainted with them...they were magical sounds that opened the portals to worlds and love unknown. As we toured the area I did indeed kiss her in all these various places...indeed I cannot conceive of a time or a place in which we were not engaged in the art and craft of kissing. The magic of the kisses and the magic of the names cross pollinated and bloomed into the world of this poem. I still love saying this poem as it allows my lips to kiss once again those beautiful sounds and to kiss the lips that I loved to kiss. They refuse to...fade away. My heart held in Swale and Sway...as if it were today.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
bliss being sorry
sorry is the word.
being in you made me see,
someone somehere
somewhen somewhere clarity,
my being in humility
in your eyes.
somenow, i stand tall
I see me, finally.
Sorry being me
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
Love some one as you once
Loved me. You cannot- of
Your first love I speak but if
You do you will be young
Again and I too shall also be as
One transformed-all in the blink
Of an eye. Come my love
Do not mock me as I am now
Re make me and this old world
Say you love me as I love you
If far we have traveled from then
Has as not pain the measure been
Of moments that are half dark as
Planet turns and turns till it must
Return. So long long time goes by
But still youth's memory holds us
Fast in a darkness but half lit by the
Hope of joy- till the circle closes and
When its done it will seem a dream
That was never meant to be- gone
Without remembrance gone in the
Twinkling of an eye when you say
I love you as you love me and love
Unchanged makes all things new.
For Liss My Beloved
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC