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Into These Eyes

Into these eyes Many have fallen Whenever the face rises Like the sun in the morning Never to play, no, never to slay But to accentuate what the lips say. On these lips Many stares have lingered Many have stolen more than a glimpse At it their hooded eyes stared Never to drop, no, never … Continue reading Into These Eyes

When Will It End?

When Will It End?

They said twenty ten, But failing promises is an art of men Their megawatts of power Does not provide electricity for an hour They squander down the corridors of power While squalor rots our Ivory towers Its shameful and so sad That the roads still remain bad Our future leaders are now stowaways Dark clouds … Continue reading When Will It End?

The Sun rise in your eyes

The Sun and Moon rise in your eyes The stars glitter in your sky. Of your grace,oceans splash in awe As you soar like the Eagle you are. Lightnings rejoice in your rain Thunder claps in majestic reign. When you smile, They go the extra mile. The Galaxy and constellation, Tonight in one association Marks … Continue reading The Sun rise in your eyes

Time In A Bottle – Ilerioluwa (senga)

Time In A Bottle – Ilerioluwa (senga)

TIME IN A BOTTLE – ILERIOLUWA (SENGA) I did time once Yeah, I did time in a bottle Locked up in the green ones And the keys thrown down the bottom Flaming stream coursing through my body Liquid fire left my eye balls cranky and swollen Yeah I did time in a bottle Held captive … Continue reading Time In A Bottle – Ilerioluwa (senga)

OBAMA – A Victory Poem of Sorts

OBAMA – A Victory Poem of Sorts

Only those who believe In their dreams of dark nights Can the laurel of victory receive. … Bring out the drums And beat a tune for our legs, Rhythm to bring to life our fat bums. Ahh, sweet verdict Of eagerly thumbing thumbs! Where are those that did failure predict? Mitt is muffled, The Oval … Continue reading OBAMA – A Victory Poem of Sorts

The Black Poet and The White Girl 1

The Black Poet and The White Girl 1

Sometime ago, i met a white girl on MySpace and i went poetic on her. at the time, i was an unemployed graduate tired of life after University and NYSC. The internet cafe was my refuge and social media were my hideouts. For a while, we chatted and I found the whole episode interesting so … Continue reading The Black Poet and The White Girl 1