MY LOVE SONG

My world was so unformed and so grey,
Then you came and painted it with your smile.
It was losing life through the lonely days,
But your arrival made living worth a while.

I only knew how pain felt and how tears taste,
But you see my love; you fixed it with grace and everything was alright.
I seem to always lose every trail of finding happiness in much haste,
But you dear changed all that when you beam my world with your light.

I was lost until it was your brilliance that found me,
In a pool of loneliness, craving to be loved.
Your glowing smile and eyes pierced right through me,
With a spark that ignite a flame, burning the loneliness off.

Now my heart beats a song of our love story in sweet rhyme,
In your absence my heart beats faster than it ever would.
A drum like rhythm to flow, forever etched into the orifice of my mind,
As both my mind and heart misses you more than they possibly could.

With every morning I wake and on my first breath,
The imminent thought is always the image of you.
It seems my heart can't control this unrest,
That comes with it longing to forever be with you.

I am so emotionally attached that losing this bond would break me,
fears of losing you fill my every thought  every day.
This bond is also the very same that remade me,
And brought peace that I have long been seeking through night and day.

In the struggling sentences I design of rhyme and words,
To let you know Romeo could never love Juliet as much as I love you.
he turns in his grave with regret that his love was not so strong,
Like this our unbreakable chemistry, so strong and so true.

I want you more
I need you all
I cherish you much
I love you most....

MY QUEEN THAT GLOWS

If I was to read for you, My queen that glow,
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body,
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

You posses a twin of eyes, an immaculate glitter of beauty,
From which life receives its absolute lenity.
To glow in such light of orchestration, Like a crown on the head of time,
Whence bliss takes its origin and befitting prime.

Your alluring smile, a linger of unstinted comfort,
To the stars in tender darkness of the universe, glumming in discomfort.
Each of which humbles at your engrossing presence,
And glows in congruence to the light of your radiance.

Your arms like shields,protective armoury that gets soul lifted,
Touch of your fingers, ten cradle of breath taking sweetness, heavenly gifted.
Each a perfect blend of liniment and mystic power,such,
To impel dead heart to once last beat at thy touch.

your smooth bottled neck, over your soft shoulders,
Holds a face of coherent beauty, eyed in all beholders.
A beauty indescribable by far, as only few words could tell,
How ethereally lovely it can be ; perpetually graced with the touch of angel.


Your walk of indefinable class, a lucid rawness of orchestrated elegance,
So much elegance that the angels gasp in the wake of your presence.
To dance into ecstasy,from which heaven's purity is formed,
In but of your light of all light, they all are conformed.

 Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer,
 Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar.
And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man's desires,
Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher.

Beautiful seasoned lips even angels could not grace,
Like two flaps of icing sugar, leaves me breathless each time our lips come in embrace.
And the pressure they do impart,
Have the power to break the devil's heart.

Your two cupped breast,stretch the stitches of your blouse,
As if swollen with milk and honey, my flame only its water could douse.
The most tender of all cleavage,had touched my palms with finesse,
Which contact makes me frozen; a sweet emblem dancing to impress.

If I was to read for you, My queen that glow,
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body,
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

IN A WORLD LIKE OURS

In a world as materialistic as ours
Where ladies are only after material things
I found you

In a world as ever erratic as mother earth
Where things happens faster than the speed of light
I have you

In a world where beauty hangs amongst shades of lipsticks
And arrays of cosmetics and make ups
I choose you

Amongst all the good things our world has to offer
Fast money; fast cars; luxurious houses
I want you

I found joy in your face; it fills me
Your eyes are bliss; they bless me
Your smile is my drugs; it heals me

You are my life; I only live to love you
The blue ball in my sky; the pillar that holds my world in shape
My earth and my paradise; my joy and happiness

You are the drum; my heart beat for
The very air my lungs yearns for
You are the warmth my skin bask for

Morning and sun down, my mind lingers of your thoughts
dawn and night, my consciousness reads of your name
What can I do if I do not have you?

What pains am I not to feel if you let go of me?
There might be a billion reason to smile about
But you happens to be my favourite one

I want you more
I need you all
I cherish you much
I love you most....

I KNOW A LADY

I know of a lady; a lady of good virtue
A wonderful being; a beholder of pure class
Whose smile defies reality
Whose laughter springs with absolute joy.
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I know a beauteous lady from Ekiti
Whose eyes are the stars of a feeble soul
Eyes that shines and mitigates hurts
A beauty not justified by the ink of my pen.
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I know of an angel; a lover of words,
Whose insight humbles kings from their thrones
Whose lips are poetically seasoned with kind words
Whose heart is the template of a humble soul.
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I have seen through her eyes
I have witnessed the purity in her soul
Through the calmness of her unspoken words
I have tasted the serenity of her ambiance.
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I know of a royal breed
Whose walk impels dead heart to one last beat
Whose eyes are the windows
Of goodness that springs from her 4 comfort chambers.
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As a sheen in the domain of royalties,
As black keys of the piano in seas of white
The earth adores her existence among beauties
Coronated as a queen amongs cherubs on white.
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If the earth could rotate around her radiance
If the very heaven could humble themselves before her
On the moons palms carves her excellence
The voices of angels will forever echoes her name.
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I know of a true African lady
A lady with the norms and values of goodness
I know her; how can I forget her?
I know her; she is FOLAKEMI

JUST A PEN

I am just a pen in Gods Holy palm
Swaying graciously down the pact of His will
His the words I write; am just the vessel
Cutting through the forest of the unseen world

I am just as invisible as the wind
He's my direction; my speed of impact
You my Lord,are the cause of my movement
Who am I to resist your hallowed calling?

I am just a pen not a gun
I write to give hope not to kill dreams
To proliferate healing words
to the needy who beckons for a cure

Am a pen pregnant with sacred words
Am called for a purposeful journey
To clear thick forest of hopelessness
With His words as my lyrics of bulldozer

I bring my words filled with hopeful lyrics
To those famished in heart to be fed with hope
To those who gave up their sword to life's battle

Come to me my dearest friends; come hear my lyrics
I am armed with sweet words not inflated promises
My words are the bricks of hope
You can build your dreams with

Come bask in the warmth of my lyrics
Let it sink down to the core of your troubled heart
Let it wet your garden of doubt and insecurity
It's all the verbal therapy you need

I am just a pen; nothing more than a pen
I have no life of fantasy; no speciality
But my body is endowed with wisdom
That can last you for a life time when follow.

AM JUST A PEN

I am just a pen in your palm
Flowing effortlessly to impact,
You are the brain to retain my words;
For everything I say may not come back
To me again when I become empty.
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I am just a liquid as formless as water,
You are the cause of my movement.
We can create a smooth journey that
Can last a life time if we can move
Faster in learning hand to hand in between.
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I am just a pen not a machine,
I am not seen in a troubled palm.
I am the colours of freedom quest,
The mainstream of your future.
Treat me well and we shall work together
Just like the two eyes fixed on a face.
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I am a woman pregnant with words,
Abide in me as the true vane and I in you.
I will register your deeds in the book of history
Though men forge unequal knives,
I will make their knives die hungry deaths
In the slum of pity and sorrow.
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Come to me my dearest friend,
Let's write friendship together in the
Western sky bidding farewell to the traditions.
I am armed with sweet words not inflated promises.
I am just a pen building schools and hospitals,
Clearing forest of ignorance and shames.
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I bring water to the thirsty and food
To those famished in heart to be fed,
I've opened a bank up in the sky to save
Those who are lost like cricket in August rain.
I am just a rain flowing down west,
Modernity is the coven of my royalty.
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I am just a pen and you are the brain box,
I have no car and lorries to pledge to you
But my body is endowed with wisdom
That can last you for a life time when follow.
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(C) John Chizoba Vincent

CHUKWU OKIKE

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky.
And sprangled heaven's; a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
The unwearied sun from day to day,
Does His creators power display.
And publishes to every land,
The works of an almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale.
And nightly to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth.
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn.
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What thought in solemn silence all,
Move round the dark terrestrial ball.
What though nor real voice nor sound,
Amid their radiant orbs be found.
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice.
For ever singing as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.