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  Teddy is a boy on a swing  To and fro he dance and sing Wishing for the star,  Leaping on the bar, He dance to fate On each steps he took, he made  One desire that fools would make  To live a life of death And give his life for breath,  He dance to fate Teddy was just a boy  When he learnt to play with toy  He's now a man  Filled with plan He dance to fate Teddy met with Joy  A lady who has beauty and coy She smiles and laughs  They wed and farm He dance to fate Teddy is now old  All grey and fold  He lives  He dies  He dance to fate

  When the street lord is the prettiest(leader) in the land, the land knows the definition of war and its effect. Pretty Wasiu explores the heart of a destabilised society govern by a devoted gang leader whose words of exaltation is in his weapon. Read through the poem for other details about  the most handsome man in town. ... The chief of all men  Fervent in mind, curious to bone He is faithful to God  And constant to His service: A Believer like him doesn't exist.  He kings the street and its verse  Holy worker of faith  Faithful drinker of tears  Not a God but he blesses people: Don't blame him, he kills for living.  Goats are his favourite Ogufe! Runs deep in his blood.  He goes where eyes dares not blink  But knows his psalm and chores by heart.  He spends his bullet to believers and the pegans:  Don't blame him, he kills for a living.  Read other exciting poem on this blog here .

Christ paid a sacrifice on the cross of calvary, this day, many years ago that the world might be free from the shackles of sin. He was betrayed, rejected and abandoned just so that our victory might be won. He has finished it. Thus, the poetry celebrates and mourn with the burden of his death . Crucified Saint   Slowly, he marched to the grave  With bangles of Shames  Burden of thorns  Stripes of wound, and tears, In the chants of a crucifix Unknown born of lonely virgin Seeking to fulfill that last course  A mission assigns to the condemned Faceless and unrecoverable sinner. Cross too large to be held, Heavy and strongs that drags. Yet, he kept on strolling; "Keep going" is what he says, The work is yet to be over  Uncalled priest chosen on choice, With total conformation, he's made. "Mother, behold thy child," This lost child has lost his identity. Condemned by one who made all, Yet, he seeks, "child, behold thy mother " Read Alone by Maya Angelou 

This poetry is dedicated to all the women in the world. It speaks of their strength, beauty and will power. A heroine Woman, a definition of strength  Filled with great ecstacy Minted in dynasty of power. Her will are quirky! Quick to love, quick to anger. Mother of faith,  Powerhouse of kindness. Her toils, Her joys,   Her tears, Her smiles,  Her...beauty... Woman, a creation heritage. Warrior in heart: Virtuous beyond doubt, Relic of hope, fortitude of life. Her prints are carved to schlep The primitive growth  of the world she bore. Woman, an invaluable piece! Pristine in all form League of caregiver  Luminary of destiny wrights. Woman, On her soft lips are susceptible stream. Woman, Her special curve are her strength. Woman, Her prayers are the season's fortune. Woman, Her complexion is a breds brave heart,  Woman,  Her souls speaks of a privy knowledge into man's world. Woman, In her heart are crystal jewel.

  Enoch Is an inspiring journey poetry presenting  an unavoidable situations that follows a man whose heart is solidifies on  God. Stroll through the poetry with poet personal as he unveiled the mystery surrounding Enoch. Enoch Here is the man of tongues Who speaks in enigmatic  Speech that reigns in heart  Trending the uncouth leagues To home above On whose natural wet sole  Denied of pleasure feet Shield Yet they dug deep to make marks  Imprinted at every foot prints That bears no count

  This poetry is a metaphorical poetry that satirises the political malpractices and sociological mis normalities in some countries. The obvious true about how harsh these policians can be and how brutal they can get to see the civilians yield to their bids. Steal freely through this poem and enrich your optimistic touch. Then they came Loads on heads Bent between; We went ahead of drum Beats of unpleasant sauce  Filling our dying thirst and  Rage with unquenched fury. With tears and care They clean our ponds:  On dry sands and spice, Weeding off our passion With metro of fervent pled  For more and more pampering.

  When we are lost in the pleasure of sin, we own the devil an advance of our lives. Yet, in a bit to repay the debt, Christ the king died and paid the devil what we have own. Read and source for more mystery in debt and the repayment. HE PAID   I know a man from a magnificent Palace whose castle is crescent Shinny and dazzling Caring less of his stars Lost in the mist of nuance Faithful hoodlums  Gathering their daily catch of sin  And funeral of faiths; patients and service To offers at the sanctimonious palace Filled with damnation were their sofa He made from them, himself family  Gathering brethren to his clan One of simple faith and simple truth Who is he that we're made save?  Who is he that exchange pleasure for fav'r? We are no Thomas as he is no Adam either He drains his red liquid to fill  Our Wages piggy bank anew  That we might be made his general His brother, sister, and family Truly He paid it all  Without blemish  This man made them relish My miscalled pleasure—

  Sea encapsulates the true feeling of tears when shed affectionately. It runs through how the tears flows and rage like raging of the sea itself. These poem made use of large auditory imagery to transit you to sea world were tears and sea taste alike. SEA Forty first pain  Struck my neat skin with mixed stain Not worthy of a path  But Ready to scorn and succumb A hash mixed tale that cub My guilty light for a bath. Lead, lead me yet a float  To sail through this thorny fit Waiting to suck the blue tide  Out of my mellowing grain  Nine night near the nothingness gain Still, I await this faith momentum ride Read more: Missed this poem click to read  

The Nigeria popular herb, Àgbo, can  either be used purely or with gin. The one used ordinarily works equally and effectively as that of the gin mixed. However, the drunk prefer the alcohol mixed drink to the ordinary just as to derive their alcoholic pleasure rather than healing. Same, ideology sink into many countries political system where the newly elected political leaders are expected to be a cure to the previous ones, instead they are more of a headache than a cure. Follow through the poem to unfold more mysteries.  "Agbo ti de!" He chimes his bowl Summoning the host  Of unseen souls into doom "We prevent your illness But kill the soul; We are the bitter sweet seller"  Come buy doom!  Come buy Agbojedi!! "Agbo ti de!" He needs your soul  Since you worship pleasure He brings to you this in leisure  To heighten your mystery In the cool sea of alcohol. "Jẹdi ni, jẹdi gidi!.(it's gedi, it's the original) We don't sell hope; we exchange

  Love, a name the world is built on is a mystical feeling that attracts every human regardless of their colour, gender or believe. Thus, it can only be understood by those in one. So then, the question is, when and how will it find you?   Little clouds hover Beyond my naked skin, Seeking refuge from a forgotten maggot Swallowed by doubt tossed by sanity twist Of a weak malice and delaying cover. Will my mind ever felt What it meant to bathe in sun dust? Cleaning my lingering stance of faith  In the eclipse of love over hate Fishing the sea for treasure hidden in myth.

Let the banner fly Let the name be heard  Of a new nation  Above dump and misdeed  Let a new reign be heard  Just and glory again We love and set our trust high On our green hope and victory uphold Our land is green  Our land is furnished with tongues as high  As Everest and sky

  Love is best replenish in one's youth. Because that is where its union is best enjoyed. But after the dark(old) age sets in, there might be misplace of what or how endless the concept of love is. Therefore, there is an instance urge for one to enroll into a relationship quickly. Learn from the poet side of argument about this ideology in this poem. Leap to me Dear sunny sea of solemn sit Fit your globe of pulchritude With the season visit To adore our union feast. To be my love, and be mine. Leap to me When your radiant is cloud; I will be your light.  Seek  me, When the peacocks are striped; I will be the sun that brighten your mind. be my love, and be mine. Read also: the forgotten tears Leap to me  Before the summer turns winter; And the might of ages declines. I will feed you endlessly. So, be my love and be mine.

Photo:Twitter Can a child who is born for freedom fly when its wings are out? or can a mother whose stomach had housed a child for 9 months be denied her baby's growth? How then can we enjoy the sensation of freedom when we are caged? This is a quick poem that entangles the mystery of imprisonment and it impact on the live of one who are bond and their infinite desire for freedom. Sitting still on swollen word lips  Hands on-shore and gaze on steels I heard their voracious laughter Cheering my tearful plead In menace  "Set my caged feather to sail" I moan in a voice of unheard harmony Read also the call Lazy bird is only lazy in stillness But potential it will in freedom For her lips will sing harmoniously To everything that breath continuously But in the rings surrounded by white hunters Her bravery is graciously locked In her heart's corners Her stomach craved the tantalizing Spice of freedom recipe  Courting down the lips and racing  teeth Of the difference sloops 

Photo credit: pixel.com When the sun set gently  Under the sky's duvet sweetly, I gazed at the fortune glory of its days Towering my head to console my heavy face; Seeing the soul moulding my fort  Lining in a state of consumed hope Birthed for a prided miracle by past seas. On, I play the squid contest  That seized my panting facade of Mystery debt to soul and dreams, Sending every momentary pleasure onward. I heard this friendly old self saying, "You've walked the part We set together Forcefully, Holding thy fragile heart still You've kept us in the snow-burning abyss  Where all our comfort is rekindled  Either for mystery or a cold bath." Hear self, hear  Give heed to trophy sage; Spice your sour courage aright And Keep your hunted feet onshore. On this twilight scene, I gaze on  To witness the death of a dying sun, And its rising from the suffering rest; When the light was flirt on looted shine Afar and then. Again, I told self in a hush voice Loud enough to

photo credit: pxhere.com His still voice awakens our burden mist Out of its overstayed fast Even our weary feet Seized to tarry any yonder without Its masters sitting in His steadfast court Praising our thirsty effort Forth in a glory call READ HELLO AUGUST    His call, Our first sermon harvested from a fertile soil awaiting fetish word Galloping every wasted dream   Panting,           racing,                     praying and seeking Endlessly As our days of sobering is dead And a new gate of patience is here   The glory of our latter Will surely be greater than the former; The gate of our locked seed will be opened For bountiful ripe   Scaling through all uncouth sky Bowing all frustrated honor With royal glamour Setting our light high   Yeshua shall set us all right Pouring on us endlessly His ceaseless light For our brighter glory delight Even forsaken for us to be the elect READ:  SUNDAY MORN     We shall shine

Yesterday we bade July farewell After a long thirty and one days of cleansing Now you are here with us  Looking gallant and feeble  Cooling our lips with your freezy smile Even the water splashes you threw smoothen Our thirsty soil whose pant causes fame Sit oh sit, dear August and soak our feet with bliss  Of melodious Folk comfort with rest and peace  Seized under your chilled fount  Until the passing of the new month Calling gate of perfect symphony our guest Hold with you first fall And second trickling by ripe solo In third feast of heat and chimney And five decor of blue skin Hovering around the earth above Taiwo Ayeni ©2022 Read also Dyslexiod Brief analysis ... When a new month appears, there is always a prayer we make in our silence corner.  And that is, "this new month should be better than the later".   The content of this short read isn't far from this prayer, as the poet tries to plead with the new month (August) to with hold the harshness of the previous mon

Waiting for a marathon quest; Feasting on every page gallery; Holding up to the wandering gaze  In ecstatic pleasures. Wanting nothing but wit  In its purely refined form undilute. Yet, it all seems like stargazing Forgetfulness another gazing   Guest we've welcomed quietly Even solid relics are now antics I read; you read; we've burnt the night adroitly, When our eyelashes clap tirelessly before resting. How, how can we sail on our utopic cosmos ? How, how can we? How can we manoeuvre our errors quest, When all pathways are made of steel maze; When our sensory power house suffocates, Bleeding floods to cool its tensed nerves. How can we, you unruly child? Now, Let's hold hands no more,  As your romantic journey ends with me. Forgive our unborn treasure Whose pride I've hoped to guide privily From your seductive gaze Till you die in desolate . Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read  Previous post  from same poet. Next post Photo credit: pexel

 My lamp of love burns for you; thou host of morning shine. who satisfy all flesh a new  giving love in exchange for pew. you are Yeshua, my friend and king Yeshua, thou sagacious king of men  comfort my spirit; soul; and death in that mansion soiled with breath  that speaks symphony and fun mighty Yeshua, my friend and king  Melt my spirit today and forever.  lighten my suffering heart in that voices of yours salute my nothingness in  grace and service listen not to my mundane plead when it comes  oh! my Yeshua, my friend and king. Ayeni Taiwo  ©2022 Read weather for Two Next post Image by pexel

The Antarctic guest bangs my doorpost  Icy air, frozen breath, skinny wet. Gaining mountainous feet  Before bolting in for a bodily rite Sipping every comfort in freezy bite Her coming whiffs sold my warmth For magic soul match washed forth Of a meekly birth As my famished skin seek a companion A solid soul in melting union Now, thou unknown warrior of first sight See-through wishes this night Find me a courageous knight  Fit enough to shelter my weary feet On Whose arm ameliorate my prolific seat. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022.   Previous post Photo by pexel next pos t Footnote:Read The night rain has fallen and the weather folds its warmth homeward. I can't shield my lonely skin alone; I need a companion.

The panic of geminating age Angers the mounting desired sage Of bittersweet years swum On the facade of earth waters Filling every benchmark of missed trophies. The taste of primitive success hops  ceaselessly, Flouting the worldly pen Standard in light of favoured tropes making the soft momma's cheek drenched As I drink from her endless eulogies; Papa's thumb hit the soft spot The little red ink stained my bed  With sorrowful pun of happy and sad Motion the dripping tears watered The earth milk villa, enjoying each drop Until the morning light set up Swallowing the mist feast for a level pop. Age clocks struck 12 filled with dreams  It strode towards 16 fishing the world tales  Then at 19 basking the profile of the status  Till 20 came with test and service  Now the restless tick-tock beats the 22 chimes Recounting season and times. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read other exciting poem from the same poet here View Previous post