Poem: MY CONSCIENCE

“Stop don’t do this,” I hear her say
With a voice calm and true
“Please forgive me,” to her I pray
“After this I promise I’m through”

She tells me the regret I’ll face
With a note crisp and clear
For the result I try to brace
With a heart strong and sheer

She keeps murmuring and felt so sad
That when am done I'll feel like brute
But I went on with my deed so bad
While her voice I tried to mute

I looked up but my joy is gone
And my heart encircled by grief
I felt bad for what I’ve done
In such time brisk and brief,

I looked stained and tried to hide
Just like Cain when Abel he killed
So I beg God to forgive my pride
With a heart broken and chilled

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Heartless I

Learning Curve

Travails of Truth

Poem: OF WOMEN

Careful when with women you play
For from a laid plan you may stray
And you may suffer empty purse
Or of broken heart as if like curse

A woman is very much like another
What one boasts, with pride parades the other
Their hearts and minds may differs you say
But flesh and blood remains the mainstay

A good friend makes one woman
Disorder does a second brings the man
A third to the table brings commotion
Setting things in reverse, or slow motion

Getting it wrong to men a danger
As you may end up with a stranger
To deal with flesh, blood, heart and mind
A very good balance you must find

Choose woman wisely when you may
And decide quickly without delay
Or face the risk of choice so tough
When come them to play but rough


Those who read this, and read:


The Nag

A Woman Scorned

Heartless II

Dilemma of Love

Poem: FLEETING BREATH (AKA DYING DIANE)

Darkness encroaches
Encircling me
My senses falter,
Weakened
By an uncanny numbness

My mind wanders
To where I often wander
Filling my void
With flickering colored lights
Of the disco hall;
My ears
With raves
Of the crashing waves

My eyes feasting
On the young
Muscular men, lustfully
While my head,
Rests firmly on
My boyfriend’s thigh,
On the sandy beach

Now the stern-faced preacher-man
Peeps in
Saying again,
Those words
About now!
I wonder where I go
As my less than threescore lifespan
Ticks to its end,
In this freaky car crash

My mind wanders, here, there
Meeting some loved ones,
And moments
Then,
Fades
Gently
Into a bright white light


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Fatal Fall

Beyond Death

I pass my neighbour

Poem: BARACK OBAMA, THE ONE - AN ODE

With smiles, genuine
Or faked
Poise, and style
He charms!

A man of the moment,
Man of the people
The rave of the time
From Cairo to Moscow
Berlin to Ankara,
Rome to Accra
Men, women, follow, worship
The new Moses, the latest Jesus
The American

The Orator,
Relishing the moments
Seizing the occasions
To entertain, effusively
With his gift of the gab
Barack Obama,
‘The One”
A man of uncountable words
A man,
Alas,
Of countable deeds.


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An Ode to President Musa Yar' Adua

The King of Pop, A Ballad

Men of God

United Nations General Assembly

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