Let's go creative

This is our agreement.
{The first: We've met and we are talking about the supremacy of beauty and grace of the lady we love...
I am of the opinion my lady is the best... And you are of the same opinion... So now we eulogize our ladies... 
You speak in one stanza while I speak in the next...  We put in every effort to create the praise greater than the previous stanzas that... This we shall do until the end... Then at the end, you summarize that we are simply men in love...}

Jodekss:
Fairy land had to mould this fairy belle in within my reach
I shall spew of her glowing eyes and colourful lips; shall I not preach
Her ministry, her aura which compels the mighty men of valour to complain
To curse their own missuses to win my belle with a refrain?

Ebi Robert:
Speak of  her ministry and never Pass to speak of mine
She is dirty for stanzas, blue black lines, fatty fats and fine fart
Thou shall screw the perfume, smell this goose and goose this goose
Till nothing for nostril, shall thy holes dew for her few...

Jodekss:
First, she be to me as another nought from the North without worth
But the very villainy veil cursing the course of this cherub ceased
Suddenly swiftly slid lost then fervour be outpouring in thought
As yet my might as a Maharaja cannot grasp her charm so fleeced

Ebi Robert:
Oh, to the north be gone her fairness and fare!
For to the East wind moves my band that brags..
I bomb and bamboozle every bard that brags
For she's worth the West and the South miles that bend..
Beg thee that thine speech don't feast thee,
For I spare no sec for she ease...

Jodekss:
Oh! Shall I not proclaim and profess confessing her pleasing tease?
With ease she smiles wide blowing the whole wide world apiece
And even the goodly good cooling cute gazes of white ones weighting in the West office
She comptrols as my Maharani within beauteous gazes n' touches
Her skin alone, in their natural self shall I in love send seasons of praises
And shall I not reiterate with pride the prestigious cheers this cheek encases?

Ebi Robert:
Her pleasing tease to proclaim?
Aye, I, myself, only I sight her pleasing kiss..
Wet wine that wave my waist to daily soak in winery.
I blast the winter wind and whitish wings, of stories to be told..
Of how pure a beauty was,
of shy was the scary sky-
Shall the sky not be shy?
When the earth bear buds bogging this born...
Burn thee and shy if thou may
Once scared for this western Kiss is twice skilled for this southern tease...

Jodekss:
Sniffing in her passing chariot of pinkish embrace in odour of essence
Bewitches me and not only that, nay, but also other high borns
She is low born
She is no low born
But high born like the princess the Princes of Persia allot ages waiting for to sense
And she's being low high born with zillions of stars reeking her passages
Wanting to cuddle, mingle, commingle… as thee the audience be being been fallen already in her catchy cages
As she 'tweaks' 'tushed' twisting her shaped behind by rousing chariots as they match pass
As the farmers plucking their ripe and ripping pretty pawpaw drop to grass
To follow her cursing elegance as killing as it be as loving she as well pass

Ebi Robert:
Nay, thy lady learns
Mine is charioted by Zues on Olympus and clues
Mountains top and mountain deep
beat by beat, speed by speed..
She seats on golden stool stealing the heavens view..
Wind by wind, speed by speed
She sail the clouds, of wisp and flash..
Tickling lights in cloudy lights..
For she, the queen returns a visit
Like she did to Solomon for wisdom view and viewing too
And Aye, for she measure must plus how men sail her coast to view her too

Jodekss:
Tho' Zeu's a myth but of Solomon I encourage through towards then
Lo behold the commands of her feathery thudding cat-walking and the maze she holds through the den
Like the Deborah deary, daring the disturbia --the disturbing kings against the centre of the earth
As she is a lioness who's roar alone even with mane as mighty and bulky bullying as they parade
Rouse with respect as each piece of hair heard her pride and settle with their cutting grade
Less she's graded she might degrade and stop to prey and pray for me to feed
Lest the others alike come comely with their poor pretty's to waggle tales told to jot
The manager of my heart and the keeper of my mind
The queen I shall for free lib my oeuvre for from here
To the space and back I shall the stars know and record well and firm
In their epoch
Their once lived a bard boy who fell for one drama Queen to 'em
And scribes from galaxies and the milky ways shall hold our legacies
For this one, this very one, this one with luminous eyes is priceless

Ebi Robert:
I spark my ways to seven stars, say perfect look my eyes. .
Thou canst refuse her polished hair weaved with diamond threads..
For Zues no myth to raise her brow
For at my imagery I maze her pace
Little passes these lips of hips
Without spitting the blaze of her face..
Spit for fire and brim, while I ash every dinner of doubt..
Mind no Jupiter for godly taste...
She makes merry for idol's sake..
Stay and make her praise..
I shall grant you and summer holiday...

Jodekss:
Come, I am coming to come along with wit with you compeer to compare my Queenie
With another planet pure pretty witty as the earth be
Vast in complex simplicity with the morn sky which canst but be
Cooling like like the cool rock rocking with touches of the breezeing dawn
Down from the foams walking company up the firmament of of heaven
Could be culled to be her hairdo she plate just of recent
As they glimmer and light with lighting effect with grace bellowed by
As each of her lexicon let out are healing rain drops which feeds souls and impresses my thirsty mo
As the feet of the earth upon which her feet dances upon as she dramatise
As she works
As she walks
As she stands
As she jumps
Gives good glorious manure to the feeds feeding man by making 'em plummet proper on on time

Ebi Robert:
I compare not the these hairs that are paired..
I severe the beau that is clear..
Comparison comes when two takes to pair
And severe when two stink to near..
Thine lady stink to near..
She lows, she bows and goes..
When mine beau is told..
I feel for the Excellency of her smile
that seals miles away her cheek and beam..
Burn the iris that is ill when hills keeps her skills..
For she walks and talks like everything that is won...

Jodekss:
Shall I be 'busive in remarks then this panegyrics would these not lose the premier?
Shall change I the tone to clear the for her the calmly Clyde
Then shall this praises not be watered with all the elevations wore it afore?
I shall but not enjoin in the course of cause to curse
But to park darling dirt together where they are born frosh
At the breaking of the day when the time's as appealing as the
Amazement resting in the faces and the doubly gazes of Davinci's drawing
And shall I not put lahar into effect from the beneath backs of the earth to rise up
To form funky fine furnaces of fairy flameless fires to mould her face via same
Shall I not break the dirt pebble, light and gummy in countless companies?
As the she shores' sands merit and make 'em into gummy and as 'colorful as the statute of liberty with the glowing gold rounded up
By doubly direless moons, shining sons and jupiters jogging by same
Whilst the mars with her cooling oven shall always stabilize her diamond bodies
With her effects... she has merited more than these, o please, she has'.

Ebi Robert:
Whilst Mars matches by, I spit clues of what precious visage I cage.
But will space via void vomit nothing as she walks?
See, I bear no curse for comparison is but on that Son and Sun spoil no sum.
For blood bath the son and beam bathe the Sun...
See, pretty explore the ribbons hung that flesh..
Reddish spots that spurs the dots form for fought..
Ho!  Diators that Gla, seal swords and spoil..
To win but her is something worth..
Flora-her they done, they gone..
Her princely curves they done, they gone!

Jodekss:
My titular princess and queen of the empire of my mild mind
This the pride of barbados I have spoken for for real
The mustard seed as dome and precisely chubby to be still
Mother of many mother's who princesses and queens in kempt polite with seal.
I shall immortalise you like marble not like a rusting steal
Or make you be reeled by millions, billions, zillions of centuries to fall
In my roles and child and children to be born shall reel this, even
And marvel with tears of joys rolling down like fountains of glories
From their eyes filled with fulfilled joys in the heart for these stories from storeys
And shall wish for your fate and this of love and fervour I share thee
And shall pay you tribute on daily bases as if she be their breath to be.

Ebi Robert:
Doth the Rose not know that she rouse?
Or that Rome wrote of Little Rose?
Mask her once forevermore, she but the Force thou forlorn.
Mask her I swear she is dear-
The sparkling sparkle sparking the tent
Where angels hid to sing of her scent
Vacating heaven for the quest-
Is she is Red, and white and green?
For Rose she is and green for clean?
The Diators must Gla deep and bleed
And win her heart, so worth a deed...

Jodekss:
Tho' I am a or of Caribbean blue but she is in for any blue as it blue, Chelsea blue
Thus I shall sue
Sue those which lie up looking at us all in the scalp, the firmament
The sky, the clouds
The cumulus and its crossing chiding chores up high
She is as high as the same and as be as very vital
Like the salt be very august to the composition of a better soup
Then to the nimbus with her nearness and nearness always nigh
As she be at a distant land of Ekiti yet but in yonder and lingering
I am as close to this diva who's bearing my fate up raising my fame
Past like the Madiba of the South of us like the stratus straight
In paces as she plain like the plane, Air force 1 respected as with its chiefly powers
And polite enigmatic prowess she bears as she cruises the faces of heaven to come down to go up
Dialysis tho' but she is as pure in the heart like the angel who refused to fall.

Ebi Robert:
Aye, complex commerce means this trade..
Thy lass at last is for worthy prize
Yet, dicey my lass she sure must last -
She sings and birds keep still and blast-
Why voice and us, miss they the tune ?
Dawn dawn on thee
On voices resting on  me
Bless now this queen she conquer my sins..
Too sweet this queen she suffer my sins...

Of all, in all, to all, all in all we both big bard bad boys be foolishly insane lovers
Crazy and would wet ourselves stupidly just to praise and paint in covers
Lovers
Lovers who might or might not leave us in spite
Of our ages and tussles to praise same
But shame to be not to such game
As we've in goodness and even refrain even for good the ills of these belles
Forth and back back and forth for good and not gore
For adore
Not shame
For fame
For glorious reeling for eyes to be to see and
Ears seated all ears to hear as the low and richly hand and
To meet or to count these panegyrics of scansion amount
Aye, till even time itself run out of tick-tock paces trying to count.

©2017

[Ayanfe and I had a duet last night ...it's long but fun. Enjoy...]

Ayanfe
Beryl
I Have been to the stream of knowledge to beautify the complete work of the creation but all was bit of iceberg in the pit of your wisdom,in your beauty I want to swim across the ocean and wag my tails in joy of the taste of your lips
bEryL👑
These wishes are no less than vain my chosen star
For this beauty you see is not mine
The complete work of creation does not lay above me
Neither does it rest beneath me

Ayanfe
Beauty has no visitors
For the beholder is in charge my pearl,
Your eyes melt the ice of my heart
Spare me the reasons why the creation perfected your image into the glowing sun.

bEryL👑:
Spear me spare reasons lover man
This beauty you claim mine I don't see
True it lies only in your iris
Yet I see not this you claim mine
Beryl will spare you reasons this beauty you see is vain
Yet I won't
Calm lover man and learn the tricks of the dove in piece yet seen in peace
This beauty you see is just a side to the pit of hollows

Ayanfe
Tell me,of what benefit is it to see love in the eyes of love?
Of what benefit is it to add water to the ocean?
Of what benefit is it to put a calabash at tortoise back?
My love is pure and true,if you are fire,I will become the dancing water to dry your blaze.

bEryL👑:
Pardon my arrogance lover man
You are my chosen star turn in twine lines decades back
Your love for me is as ancient as the footpaths to righteousness
Tell me if that is right
My fire your dancing water never can quench
Open your ears to the rancorous rhythms afar
You will see this beauty is only but a fairy
You are my chosen star yet star crossed
Our love is crushed with curse

Ayanfe
Beryl,let my star crossed shed it's light to your brighten laps that bewildered my olfactory down to my oesophagus for indigestion of understanding,
Let me cure the curse with love that's so pure and so sure,
Let my clutches of love that support my heart locate you before an attack.

Beryl,the rod I bear hold of won't dig well for strangers to fetch,do not be scared my beloved

bEryL👑:
Oh beloved fear!
This word now you crush
This fear is my greatest wear like you know
The shadows that held our love cursed
Tell me oh chosen star if your rod will ever stand to bear the day of reckoning
Fear!
I'm still crushed in love curse beloved
This rod escaped for Juliet when Romeo's words failed
Of what difference is it now to me

Chosen star...
My heart will melt in your furnace if you relent not
Remember I say
Our love is crushed with curse

Ayanfe
The riches of Arabians will all be yours
If you join heart in heart and nail curse.

The Armada of United states will be in your abode
If you promise to stay.

The wine of Germany will overflow the tables of our guest on the alter if only you stick like tissues and not glues.

The beauties of Indian will dance step for your delight and their men will sing songs sang by handsome king that trusted sling of stones in forehead of a giant.

Lion and its ness will be our guide not in Aso Rock or White House but in a gigantic mansion of the amassed wealth of king Solomon.

bEryL👑:
Falsified crew
Stop!
Your wealth amaze me not
My riches lie beneath Mississippi
And my wealth? Oh not compared with yours
Bury this glory in your fiery fury
Not your wealth will I ever melt for
Even I am a statue of wealth itself
I am beauty remember not in name but in fame too

Ayanfe
Have you forgotten,no beauty without crown.
No audience without clown.
Statue of wealth you say,..
Should I remind you of a minister that coupled wealth of the whole nation but exposed on the run just because she has no crown?

bEryL👑:
Chosen star
Of what difference is a crown
I have the crown glues to my fore already
Not of a king lost in nothing but of fame and queen beauty
I will just stand a square head in thy palace if I follow your path
I leave no doubt now of our star cross love
Your rod for sure will not stand on the day of reckoning
Romeo failed Juliet again you will for me
Beauty failed Jezebel again it will for me
Our love will not stand till eternity I say
Say me affection this crown is lost forever
But the crown of me stay glued to my fore
You have just hit nature
Oh chosen star we are crushed with curse from birth

Ayanfe
I will accept defeat of love not because of the curse
But as a pause
To rekindle the fire burning low to retire
Its strength to fear.

bEryL👑:
Pardon my arrogance again I say
Where others fail words will cease the throne
Your words are lifting to my soul reviving love long lost
Again I await here on my throne for search of curseless love

Ayanfe:
Its Time to wave you well,
Know for sure my eyes will swell
Mama long for a bride not the masses ride.
Papa said I shouldn't be home if I fail to hunt a deer.

Now am going to a jungle where rope is tied to save people's thought and end their pain and sorrow.

bEryL👑:
Well happy hunting chosen star
Try not to hunt the haunted so it won't come back haunting the hunt

Ayanfe:
The hunt hurt while the hunter is hunted,
Bid me well to chronicles of love and to the passage that love leaves its footprints.

bEryL👑:
Let me therefore take your request to the goddess of love
And let her spray on you her aura of love that lasts eternity

Ayanfe
This I say T
                  H
                   A
                     N
                       K
                        S
Before I depart to lonesome journey.

bEryL👑:
In return dream dreamful dreams

Ayanfe
Journey of the land doesn't suit dreams of we.

bEryL👑:
Who knows if there will be a first feeling of dreams someday till then keep out of fairies

Ayanfe
Fairy tales of the moon doesn't keep fallacy
bEryL👑:
They better don't.

By BEryL