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My Birthday Gifts

I am so glad to make a complete revolution
On the 4th day of October, my age acceleration

October 4th, the beginning of a new year and the end of last
He has cursed all those who cursed me
And has blessed me with magic fingers.

Last year hasn’t gone as I wanted,
still on still, no regrets even if I faulted
it’s my birthday
so I shall not count my blessings today!

Thanks to the God of all gods.
Cheers!
I’ve got a gene that codes for blessings

Hence My soul is happy
So Don’t wish me Happy Birthday

Just Pray for me…..

Pray that my diplomatic head would continue to bring me blessing ..

Pray that my Fearless sight would frightened the Titans

Pray that my optimistic voice would always sing good songs
Pray that my name would be heard by the children of our children’s children and beyond

Pray that my gifted hands and magic fingers shall find creativity and innovations.

I’m blessed! I’m blessed ! I’m blessed

May God bless my parents for showing me this beautiful World!
Pray for my boss in the office and colleagues in career!

I’m blessed! I’m blessed ! I’m blessed!

Pray that everybody who wants my downfall shall serve me….

Pray for all I may call an ex that crossed my path
Pray for those in my present i call my current
Pray that it shall be well with my Friends, dogs and cats

Special prayer should be for my Family of Life….
Pray that all our dreams be real and heart desires are met….

I know I don’t have all I want to have,
pray that all I need to have I shall have
Even if it is your magnanimous heart…

That heart of passion, charm and care
Soft like a cotton wool and compassionate to all

Aside prayers I dare not say
what I need as birthday gift from you
because I might be hunted by people like you!

Hip hip hip! Its my day!
Let the party begin…
See you next year and more! Cheers.

After life

After life, please find attached the invoices
Of inventories and crying laughing voices
On the Sands of time, made of choices.

Being persistent, every debts were paid
Boys are men so the ladies sang and said
While the ants turn birds, thus got made.

For history don’t care the number of trials
Flowers don’t fly but are seen in the skies
Floating not as a birds but in tears

Nor as Eagle or Hawks with a Raven eyes
But from a Plantation of low and highs…
Boldly colorful, that even when dry never dies.

Uniqueness

Isn’t it naturally beautiful
The world is empty but full
That nothing dull is a fool
Big or small, made of His tool
In a manner He wish to pursue

The day breaks, funny it is
The night fix a pain while a Snake hiss
The birds may not at such hour sing but kiss
There’s more to the stem and leaf of trees
Then togetherness for that is what Love is.

No matter the rest, the Zebra is weak
But it’s skin and look is so unique
The Ostrich is the largest of beaks
But it’s neck an Eagle can twist and pick
There is a reason that we are all unique.

Eyin-Nta

Eyin-nta, Eyin-nta
A tree witches don’t perch on
From as far as a child’s parent great grandparents
Standing rigid on the sands of thy fathers
Looking ordinary way beyond its protections
Mulish to all the evil acts and suggestions
Mystic says: witches don’t perch on it.

Eyin-nta, Eyin-nta
Spreading branches wide and long
On it, only god-birds sings a song
Sunny or rainy: its leaf drops
Like tears and sweat drops
From its fierce elastic stems
Mystic says: witches don’t perch on it.

Black Wilted Rose

Some Roses are warm red, pink or white
Soft smelling and often the cupid light
Sending arrows down the path of a fulfilled heart.

Though, if planted underneath the gravel
The roots shall to death be in ravel
Then it turns dark; black wilted broken in hell.

“I love you” should be a joy to hold
If given in freedom as a warm Rose
If not, thou have been dished a black wilted Rose.

August Moon

On a friday night
I drove slowly
Along tires path
Staring at the light
From a Yellow full Moon
Smiling faithfully
Because August begins as noon.

Blackboy’s Respect

I know a gentle rugged little tall man
Beautiful and ugly dull and smart but with a plan
And got no regards for smile, cry or hiss

He is popularly called an inevitable
A type every Sane forbids its likable
He is he and she that sleeps with all sexes.

The only respect he gives to us
When all is back to void before us
We die blind and don’t see our lifeless selves.

Before The Epithalamium

When you are of age
Do you rather get a bank engage
To first block the leakage
Or catch a bird and place in cage
Then boldly turn the leather page
Gathering friends to scene ‘Marriage’
Without a gallon of fuel to get the mileage?

To me, it works with love as life empowers
And life is a counterexample employer;
It pays as demanded by its worker…
‘So give thou an huge some of naira
And thou shalt marry this era’
That is what I tell people
Whose questions comes as ripples…

Love by destitute wrinkles and crumples
By words of over-simple examples
So it isn’t a go after the nipples
Or a denial because of a pimple
Nor acceptance because of a dimple
Money builds a pillar: simple!
Wealth alone wouldn’t tear a temple.

So let me work hard for thy kin sake
To provide a pan for thy baking cake
Sleep is for the future it isn’t bad to stay awake
And restock fishes in every dam and lake
Which might not make love original neither fake
But I shall work hard for thy kindred sake
And a gallon of fuel, thou shalt not be forsake.

Poetic Heart

In life; even as a Child,
It took poetry before I show my teeth.
Nothing can ever make me hide-
My heart from drumming for it.

She is my compassionate love
She gives me excitement to climax…
Nothing makes me love a dove
More than holding her survival axe.

She is my only square peg
Socket deep into my square hole
Precisely she’s my head to leg
Poetry is my body and soul.

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