Party Spoiler

If I am ever summoned to write
Why your person I did not invite
With contrition but with delight
I will write that you are not polite

That your presence absorbs light
Your image instigates men to fight
Ladies herald your aura with fright
Oh, my party is oh rowdy as I write

Why I hate Goodbyes

My long time friend, here are whys

You should always hate goodbyes

With hellos you will build a bridge

Goodbyes are colder than a fridge

As rodents destroy the farm ridges

So do Goodbyes burn our bridges

So now you know the reason why

That I can’t even tell you goodbye

Close your eyes and see

In the morning when you rise

Keep closed your natural eyes

Prostrate beyond your drapes

Landscapes of beautiful shapes

You see but not with your eyes

Much clearer because you rise

That’s why the blind man sees

Landscapes and beautiful seas

A stranger's text

It rained again 2 day

Me l was on my way

No C U on that train

My hope dashed again

Beat a bummer and go to slammer

A certain lawyer and a doctor

Fought a bummer and an actor

Said the lawyer to the bummer

I’ll beat you up like a drummer

Said the bummer with a rhymer

Keep my words with your timer

Your ass is going to the slammer

Your thoughts or mine?

Intellectually drawn to calm minds

I had sought your thoughts in kind

Elevated thoughts with me to align

But a rendezvous with your thoughts

Has improved my thinking to naught

Come, let us debate, wine, and dine

You’ll discard your thoughts for mine

I give my heart to Stella

I leave my shirts to Cindy
Who loves to wear bikini
Bikinis are just fancy rags
These shirts have GQ tags

I leave my shoes to Paula
So happy when I call her
These shoes never wane
So give them to your men

I leave my heart to Stella
My anchor and my pillar
She made my life so taller
Bye bye Cindy and Paula

Young man in a fancy car

She loves your sports car
Shinny as an evening star
Your pride and fancy joy
Eye-catching big-boys toy

But let me give you a clue
More fancy and more true
Drive deeply into her heart
Do that and you'll be smart  

Imagination is like a baker's yeast

I've heard argument quite lucid and succinct
Comparing imagination to yeast so distinct
That it ferments knowledge already acquired
In other to stimulate or make us more inspired

Her Reply to My Letter

I got your roses in the morning

Lovely roses, you’re a darling

I got your sugar and your honey

I like your sugar more than money

What I want now more than rose

Is your sweetest love in overdose

My Letter to Her

I will give you roses in the morning

Red and purple roses for a darling

I’ll give you sugar mixed with honey

My sugar is sweet more than money

I’ll make you love me more than rose

When I give you my love in overdose

Days of my week

Monday was for rumination
Wednesday for the strategy
Friday came with indignation
Sunday all religious sociology

As I ruminated and strategised
So also I indignantly socialized
But on Tuesdays and Thursdays
I partied joyfully like Saturdays

You on the train again

I saw you on the morning train
Dripping wet from the cold rain
This is my second rainy poem
Like rain in my mind you roam

Be a friend and tell me

If I tell you how fine you are
And how much I really care
Will you hold it against me
Or will you then begin to see

If you tell me how good I am
And how strong I am a man
I will discover strength in you
I will see you as a friend true

Jealous of an ingrate

Your incurably perenial ingratitude
Solidly incomparable in magnitude
Attracts frowns of angry multitude
But I am so jealous of your attitude
I wish I cruised along your altitude

The Secure Man

You're proud that your woman’s presence evokes glances

Evokes stares, gazes, frequently by design and by chances

Evokes gawking, kooks and drive-by bouts of admiration
As she walks down streets, boulevards on her destinations

And when they do so, when they look, when they admire
When they steal quick glances with covert looks of desire

You, the proud, secure man gladly feel on top of the world

As long as she is yours, you’re the envied King of the world

Fine girl, no dates

A fine girl was stood up five years in a row
She made dates but they’d no longer show

It was the same complaint by all her dates
She’d eat their food but spat on their plates

Always sing her praises

For she who truly makes your heart swell

Make a place in your soul for her to dwell

Sing her praises to gently warm her soul

Warm dwellings of her soul you will patrol 

The girl who sang my praises

 She sang my praises every night and every day

 I was the paradigm of intelligence in every way

Swore that I was the true specimen of manliness

Fascinated she was even by my boyish silliness

Told me even hills and valleys jealously would see

That heaven made rapturous praise-songs for me

That I made her heart swell with intoxicating joy

She was twelve and I was just a 13-year-old boy

She was the best praise-singer, a marvelous girl

I eternally sang her praises too but never as well

My wishes and dreams

When I see happy sparrows at dawn
And the fine webs that spiders spawn
I ask the morning to chase the dews
Away from all eyes that drip with tears

I want to lift the dreary cloud that blinds
Clear the brush from the road that winds
Until the eyes see through the fogs
And see no harm in the croaks of the frogs

I want to dance 'till long after noon
Shake and twist 'till I see the moon
Then wave and ask the moon for a shine
And follow the shine 'till I reach the vine

I want to sleep until I dream of the skies
Dream of the clouds and never ask whys
But dream of nature just the way it is
And accept the skies and clouds as bliss

I want to chase the clouds of the mind
Let me only dream of all that binds
That binds the heart the soul and spirit
And wake to praise the joys of my wits

I want to forget the things that upset
Let me sleep all night and never regret
I want to dwell on all that is fine
And not regress to fear or whine

I want to know when again it is dawn
I will rise and shine and wear my crown
Sing and dance like the king of queens
And face the day like sparrows at dawn

Will you be my sun

If you disguise my ways in the sun and rain

I will not ever know how to get home again

If you dance with me to my rhythmic song

I will dance all day whether right or wrong

If you sing like me when I sing out of beat

You will be my sun and I will never retreat

(Dis)Honest Academic

Her honesty was guarded with ferocity

Sparkling image in glorified academia

Degrees from a diploma mill university

Rebranded all false honesty in Cecelia

So you want to fly?

Said a crazy man to me
If this tiny flea can fly
Like a crazy bumblebee
I too sure as hell can try

So you really wanna fly
You foolish little man
Go someone else and dry
Discard this flying plan

Little man and the fly

Little man saw a fly
In his tiny cup of tea
He set about to cry
Before he saw a flea

The fly was set to flee
The flea was set to fly
Said the silly fly to he
Go right ahead an’ cry

School days

Night parties in and out of season
Noisy celebration without reason
Youthful affirmation of existence
So carefree so devoid of pretense

The eyes of men

One hasty man saw water in her eyes
Another said her eyes were cold as ice        
Sharp-minded, cool, glistening fine prize
Men's eyes sure deceive for she is nice

A poem about nothing

I wish I could write a poem about nothing
A pointless poem like day-old meat, rotten
A truly useless poem like a drunken sailor
I would compose it with fun-filled failure
You laugh now as you read this my wish
I am also laughing too just as I now finish

Critics and my mind

The thinking parts of my brain are united
But my literary critics are not yet divided
Now I ask all critics, fire on your critique
You will unravel not my united mystique

Jail the thieves

If my brother trumpets a rousing dirge
If he harps with ancient heroic courage
A rousing dirge that awakens outrage
We will round up the thieves with rage
Round up the plunderers of our heritage
Record for posterity their criminal image
We will gather, not to insult or disparage
But to jail them like dirty skunks in a cage

My cousin's mother ate a cow

Our cousin’s mother last year ate a cow

She ate a big fat cow I don’t know how

If you see her mother now you will bow

She is fat, she is bigger and better now