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The two of you with manhood, pendulums at the centre of your U
Between your legs lie your lying brains maybe may be May
Your birth is May then death day may be another Friday of your 'feBuahri'
And your day(s) are close away your way(s) I'll feint till you faint
Taint with putrid saint, put and rid saint your argument, your celibate success rated into some fallen caliphate
Are shamefully fine yet to yourselves you seem fine but you are not fine very fine
And you are 'you' who's not worth a 'were' but 'was' as I in condescending surge
Of muse then condemn the damn inside your con
The sickly delirious argue inside your argument as its -ment is not Christ-ment - you two are no Christ-men
Christ-men even are: rather fat or fined, rich like Richard or screeching, possessed like ogrish Mitch
In success or sickness, in plenty or penury which peppers like pepper
In knowledge or foolishness, on curse badge or topping of Guinness gee!
In loss or... or... or lost with lust or thieves thieving thieves things at all cost
Hellenic pinchers in Jews who don't pay their thiths
Snakes who eat the millions or the mighty money munching machine monkeys in zoo
All the worst sins since are better than these sick sons, Christ-men
Good Christ ians don't make noise of their spirit worth, angels skank  loud their ought South-North
Their mellow spirits remain down in their dearly deeds and earth goes soften for their legs to gain and gain again and again

You are not close to an apostle but faking taking iyán done of their mortar and pestle, òṣì.
You are a shame with your game of wanting fame with noisy religious kettle
You and you are yaw and yaw - filth to the cross and disgrace to the course
For you have both sworn not to change, you are devil's by force.

©Jodekss Feb/27/2018 5:06 PM

Have you ever been in love?
I have
With a perfect maiden
A queen of goddesses
Who I met in my dreams.

There was so much light
A silhouette of her figure
That's all I saw.

I drowned in her intoxicating eyes
It was the paradise I've wished for
She vowed to give me all her heart
Where nature is beautiful
Where God lives.

Now I'm awake
My love faded with the night
No! Those feelings were real.

It turned me into a voyager
I've sailed from West to the North
Scouted the city of Paris and Rome
To Taj Mahal - the Mausoleum in Agra
Even Greece.

To all ladies I come across
I repeat what I first told her
"Let's talk about love."

None replied well
The voice sounded harsh
Not one matched her smile
Even her voluptuous breast
To worsen it - her swinging waist.

I'm now a prisoner of love
Still waiting to be freed
By the queen of my heart.

©Damilola Kareem

I know a young bloke,
Whose personality is two,
One is known by all folk,
The other is known by two.

His first person is arresting,
A charisma worthy of emulation,
Many pray for his kind of blessing,
Even if it is just by some portion.

The other one is dirty,
Nay! It is an act that is odd!
For man not to call him petty,
He hid it from all - except GOD.

Which one really qualifies him?
The one he flaunts or hides?
Ain't no plain as they seem,
Cos you're to look at all sides.

He was a victim of rage,
Caused by nature and society,
Opened to horror at a young age,
And survival made him lose piety.

He doggedly hunted for tutelage,
Eledumare granted his wishes,
He mutated into a money sage,
And life got rosy without hitches,

He knows all man will go sour,
To find out about a deified tycoon,
Who steals at night to help the poor,
With a hood that's used as a cocoon.

Now, which one qualifies him?
The one he flaunts or hides?
Ain't no plain as they seem,
Cos you're to look at all sides.

Damilola Kareem
#D_Scripter
© 2017

Do you know?
That I,
Love,
You.

Thou! junoesque that bewitches souls;
With a waist that twerks and dances,
To your two juicy bouncing breasts,
I've fallen into thy trap - I'm enchanted.

You're all I breathe to live,
In the universe where I live,
You're the CarbonIVoxide,
Filling the ambience at all side.

The 26 English alphabet has broken,
It couldn't form a single adjective,
One that can qualify your beauty,
One that can describe your totality.

You're my daily dosage,
Which makes my heart ache less,
A vitamin that builds my immune,
To which I'm completely addicted.

I'll tour cities of love only with you,
From Venice; Paris; Prague; Lisbon,
To Vienna; Seville; Buenos Aires,
And finally Rome - Home of Venus.

I'll take you to the shore of Red Sea,
Where I'll actualize my deepest fantasy,
With my God given swinging rod,
I'll split your ocean - Just like Moses.

I'll pierce hard deep into your holes,
Like David's sword entered Goliath,
I'll make you produce long moans,
Sensual enough to make nature cum.

I'll caress you with my warm tongue,
Giving you an erotic fellatio experience,
Sanitising your fleshy secret temple,
Till your liquid flows.

I'll do all that amuses you,
Cuddle you all through the night,
Be your amour in time of war,
Raise with you amazing children.

I'll tell you to the world,
Just like the preached gospel,
All this and more I'll do,
Because - I Love You.

Damilola Kareem.
#D_Scripter
©2018

This late night rain on earth
Persisted like the angel of death
Deprived my soul of a warm breath
Still not forgetting to wet my starched shirt.

The darkness became thicker
With the weather making me shiver
My candle never stopped to flicker
With my blue sweater on, I still quiver.

I feel so lonely
Night like this can make one unholy
My heart raced to God like a trolley
Which prevented me from acting folly.

I don't have memories of a night like this
Those with me were one with creamy teas
Made for me by my uncle after his tease
Calling me a bad cook as we passed the trees.

Nothing last for long
I remembered him to be strong
Always advising me when I do wrong
He is gone but my heart remember his song.

I feel nothing again
The loud sound that filled my ear was of a train
What is visible is a plantation of grain
Dream! The reasonable answer to this is plain.

The crow of the cock woke me
Rays of the sun is what I see
A new dawn present itself as I pee
Whispering that the best day is ahead if I agree.

Damilola Kareem
#D_Scripter
©2017

In a world where life is transient,
Clock ticking without a break,
Only a twin option is open to man,
Of which he has no control over.

I'll live long like Methuselah,
Stay around till the skin wrinkle,
Enjoy the scenery till age kills the eyes,
Life may support the notion, maybe not.

I'll spend only a little time,
For earth is an unfriendly host,
Who dismisses her guest at a glance,
Life may support the notion, maybe not.

Existence is like a rolling dice,
A game of luck and chance.
That surprisingly favors the disliked,
That surprisingly deserts the cherished.

Time has failed generations,
So it should be watched closely,
Before death calls you to the bar,
Remember to give the world a scar.

Impact and not age is the measure,
For no one knows tomorrow,
To wait till 30/40 to achieve a dream,
Is the greatest joke you should avoid.

Realisation may not tally with the goal,
Variance may be adverse or favorable,
Half bread is better than none they say,
Your few quota will help grow the world.

Two example is enough to reflect,
Sankara of Burkina Faso died at 37,
Adolf Hitler left at the age of 56,
Both we remember - in different ways.

Write not your name on the sands,
Pen it on mountains and pure stones,
Where water and air cannot wash it off,
Where all can be awed by your impact.

Damilola Kareem.
#D_Scripter
©2018.

Oh rejoice Ay, rejoice for
blessings fill the skies painting 'em blue and pink
As the hands of winds wave goodbye hash weather for you
As kind kings and queens have come to pay you homage
With packs of gifts in their diamond carts
Gifts from the king of kings and Lord of lords
Gifts of joy and happiness
Of long life without one strife
Of monies and sweet memories
And then another gifts in one letter sealed
Break the seal as it is full of peace AY mide
Rejoice and dance like never before
Thrust your behind forwards and backwards like never before
Thanks for being there like never before
Thanks for caring like never before
Thank your parent[s] for their services like never before
Happy birthday happy lovely fine girl, o ya dance ya photos with your pinafore!
©Jodekss (っ´▽`)っ ♥

Two sweet coconuts in love with their feet so ridiculous still as sweet as their waters inside
For what keeps the space between us yet are the shells which keep our virginity's with pride.
Jodekss Gloatkenf

Fears have crawled around now as they would with their troubling surge
And US hands only be this fearful 'cause life's uncertainties
They are old and have tried - parents fear less now- their colleagues had died
But I am sound like an hound and my colleagues forms = vibrant and hot
Yet, our fears to one side, our strengths to the other
We shall ace... the game - we are hopes ourselves and a faithful children of God.
©Jodekss Feb/19/2018 2:33 PM

Visit (the needy and thirsty selves with love letting love lead
All (you need giving is your heart as you'd your girl or guy
L💗nely (people in lots lie in dirt scavenging to survive you know right?!
Entities, (whose hopes have long long shattered even tho' they've tried
Needing; (minds they are - go and cause 'em joy in gifts
Teach ('em forbearance and give 'em scholarships)
Inspirati💜n (as life's ridiculous rhymes spoilt here there their salt
N' (give 'em one bone for fluffy meat n' tattered cloth for regalia
Encouragement (should fill your mouth and bliss should your hug mean today).

©Jodekss Feb/14/2018 8:11 AM

Visit (the needy and thirsty selves with love letting love lead
All (you need giving is your heart as you'd your girl or guy
L💗nely (people in lots lie in dirt scavenging to survive you know right?!
Entities, (whose hopes have long long shattered even tho' they've tried
Needing; (minds they are - go and cause 'em joy in gifts
Teach ('em forbearance and give 'em scholarships)
Inspirati💜n (as life's ridiculous rhymes spoilt here there their salt
N' (give 'em one bone for fluffy meat n' tattered cloth for regalia
Encouragement (should fill your mouth and bliss should your hug mean today).

©Jodekss Feb/14/2018 8:11 AM

Good garbage groaning but still burnt of the matches it holds
By the fame it had had from the stench - it scolds
The effects it throws from the heart so cold
With the ways it rays, unlike no man's ever told
And the works it does from its mind reeking of filth
Loaded with junks, maggotted cans of milk, children's teeth
Swollen sheaves alongside chisels for cutting 'em
No poverty person can pass but those stainers on helm
With pale-some face, burning countenance soaked bloods on in
Pains they shield within and laughed well the other day in inn
Ways past their houses give good merits as they share rice
On the inside lies curious cry's, people's money sacked thrice
The garbage remains receptive yet
Its stench might slaughter but
Containers will live to choose soon another set.

©Jodekss Feb/12/2018 4:46 AM

I heard footsteps,
Clanging on the ground,
In a rhythm that could doze the ears,
But the eyes recoiled upon realizing it was armed men in Khaki,
Looking stern and unagreeable.

And then I heard voices that sojourned from afar,
Knocking, on the mission to relay the screams of help! Help!! Help!!!
The air itches, atmosphere scares,
Only iron hand from above could help, As all heads in the know of terror sang the song of asylum.

I heard blood running from the point of deaths that littered the ground, to meet with the blood from the other side at a spot to make the stream where the dead took their last bath.

WE heard a sound of resolved walks, hurrying closer in confidence of guns ready to resume obeying the grim reaper's orders;

But the fears it exerted proved futile, having been overcome by aggrieved and gnawing will that sprang from differing hearts and with gallantry of the stormed trees, the wind was trampled under the faith of unity of ascending savanna.

©Olaitan

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She said she said she is not saying what she said
Well I said I said I'll say what I would have said
They say they said we both have to say what we said
What we said we said we all need to say we said as said
You said I said we need not to say what we didn't want to say?
You also said she said she said what we say should really be what we will always want to say
Thus this is what I want to say which I'll say I say whenever you ask me to say
Always say what you want to say whenever right to say what you want to say
And always say you will say what you have said again whenever asked to say what you have said
Say what you said as said and they/we will one day say what you'll always say is the right say as said.

©Jodekss 2018

She said she said she is not saying what she said
Well I said I said I'll say what I would have said
They say they said we both have to say what we said
What we said we said we all need to say we said as said
You said I said we need not to say what we didn't want to say?
You also said she said she said what we say should really be what we will always want to say
Thus this is what I want to say which I'll say I say whenever you ask me to say
Always say what you want to say whenever right to say what you want to say
And always say you will say what you have said again whenever asked to say what you have said
Say what you said as said and they/we will one day say what you'll always say is the right say as said.

©Jodekss 2018

Like whirlwinds they wailed, with weight on their loin, they moaned softly,
They sighed as they wiped the sweat mixed with blood off their foreheads, shaking heads in empty sense of direction;
The plaintive voices of the masses heard from distant land, whose bellies are filled with rueful melodies piled into a song which they mumbled in somber note.

As hopes were ambushed, torn into shreds, by the vultures,
Men broken, women tethered, by the Persia's tyrant,
Determined famine maned the solitary coast,
The peasants' sweat smelled in puddles of blood,
A deluge of black blood rumbled in their heated veins,
Agony stationed on their foreheads,
Fury and storms all pocketed by nightmares as it tolls all around.

How will the jackals feel the grunts, fragrant miseries in the land, and cries in the market place when predating is the means of survival, to them? Vultures munch on the carcasses as they raid for more except they are pressed to the ground by fretfully disgruntled million of minions with blood of rebels too truculent to sit and watch emaciated babies grow too to the onerous subversion by robbers in office.


© Olaitan

For ages
my weary eyes have watched Sages mount stages
lit up dull faces
freed others from mind cages
and touched lives in different places
with lines from their pondering pages;
But who'll teach me poetry?

Their powerful punchy puns are so full of actions
Giving me an unequal and attracting reaction unlike Newton's laws,
it gives new things to ponder upon till I begin to wonder
Who'll will teach me this poetry.

How they do it I do not know
They'll tell you how trees waved and danced at a passing wind
Which made the cloud sad and heavy
That it began to weep upon a broken land.

In utmost perplexity, my ability to replay how they play with words
Is a reality of complexity in simplicity.
"A good bard is one who hates to love what is bad".
How well they take pleasure in the pain of a person
Who has no one to teach him poetry.

Day after day, I hear of mystical mysteries
Of how their pens bled to the death of a man who bled to death
In the hands of death who came to earth in form of another man.
They fought back, spilling the blood of their pens for spilled blood.
It was war for war as they punctured silence with the nib.

They say poetry is life
A part of nature, a path to happiness.
That's why their rhymes flow like the Rivers
Soar high like the eagle and roar like the Lion.
They'll spice up words with aroma ascending like sweet smelling savor
That's why I can't wait
for who'll teach me poetry.

They say it's art
An act of painting pictures with words
Which soothens the heart like an alluring Collogue with delightful impact;
But it'll be an act of injustice
If there's no one to teach me this poetry.

© Jerome Okeme

Shinin' Lion showin' as interior décor - for guise and herbs'd wait
The same Caliban's should cooperate lest we would be joined separate
But as the god of my own domains be to be ruled
All the canines seen and the glittering claws can't be fooled
They cut vices and grimly guise via lightworking for'll come the Cross
Besides beside'd be Beryl bringin' forth goodnesses in cubs multiplyin' plus three times us.

©Jodekss 2018

Many of 'em young, dreamt of house of gold
For so our fathers and mothers did then:
They hoped long and tried long till old
Their dreams not achieved as they dwell in den
They pine unfulfilled on fallen cold and dry trees apart
They regret as they are singing they'd tried their part
Now we are their beauties, young and agile
Full of dreams of golden cities taking mile
Full of hope and guts with our girls beside
Would we ables get this as we begin to sit to stride?
We are furious, curious and confused so much
We want our offsprings see us achieved when on crutch
We want all our own dreams come to pass if possible
May God help us all as we departing class; it's plausible.
©Jodekss 2018