Best Nicety Poems

Oluwakayode Adigun a rare name
I heard as I breezed down 
the city of Lagos in search of 
pecuniary gains. Does he teach?
So I was told but when he walked in
 it was unannounced, subtle, oh yea!
His presence I reckoned not!
As often, these stories, of trade...

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Congratulations our pageant queen:
Days and nights you nurtured nicety
Like florist watching bud to petal;
You starved yourself amidst abundance
Nursing the shape , keeping the fitness;
Today all eyes are forgotten on you,
King and Queen’s mouths in agape;
All craning out necks on their toes
To have a glimpse of...

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Nicely naughty and naughtily nice,
Every character has its price.
To be naughty and yet be nice,
Adds to the personality a bit of spice.
Naughty by temperament, nice by choice,
Camouflages the shrillness of the voice.
Nicely thought words, and naughtily executed deeds,
Spread through the garden of roses, like the...

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An outcast
fit only for the lepers' colony
A burden
big beyond bear
A huge bear
too ugly to hug
An unwanted stranger
to family, friends and foes
A perfect tool 
for Government's propaganda
A clean cover
for Health Ministry's graft
A sure means
for Activists' foreign AIDS and funds
A goldmine
for multinational pharmaceutical giants
An alien
in the place...

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The Catering officer
Once upon a time, I was a seaman; I began as a galley boy
and after six months was promoted to the second cook,
What dizzying height. At home, I went to a catering school for cooks
 and later on, a course to become a...

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I'm turning into a werewolf
It's freakin' me out, can't ya see?
My vision of nicety
don't include spicity
of locks gone electrically frazzled.

My soul still feels staid and moral
but if people take note of me
in this state they won't rate
my belongity
the way I think
they think
it should be....

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Just look at me! I have fallen
Apart. Head over heals I fell. I give
Nicety after nicety. I could
Never have imagined
Anything as such.

Possibly I am mistaken. I don't want to be
Anything other than your friend.
Really. We can be best friends. Our
Kinship can be indefinite.
Everything would be...

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I want to hear your voice
the feel to the switch poise
the drool when you stop and swagger
the cool when you drip honeyed dagger
into the curl and fray and elite stagger
I want to touch the sunbathing mount in it
drown in drawl husky
battering against the rain and...

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Remember, when we 
were new in love,
In high spirits, and 
scared of none;
Oh! We often had 
long walks together,
Laughing loud and 
having fun.
When we were poor 
but pure;
We were Godly and 
good.
We were mere, 
Nature, my art,you 
and I,
And always thought 
seeing at the skies,
His...

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In a meadow lush and green,
by a lake grand as a sea,
there once was a lonely house
small and brown.

Inside it someone would wait
for a man who went away,
a man who was long ago
in the ground.

It was here the two would meet
and exchange words tenderly,
until the...

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‘Neath open wide, star filled sky
Inhibitions cast aside
Old foes and worldly woes
Shed along with stifling clothes

It seems the Moon 
Is part to blame
Giving bloom 
To lack of shame

Coldly, boldly, warming
Blushing skin
Unleashing… lost, 
From deep within

Could Pan himself have seen
That wanton scene
He would have leered
To behold...

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Down the fervent aeons Buddha’s sagesse,
casts its august shroud on benign witness,
shades, shadows, subtle symbol shift,
encompass cosmopolitan and temporal,
incongruous to flaccid predilection feigned,
astute statue of nuance and nicety,
crosses annual acme’s snowflake whirl,
Christmas that propitious seasonable fount, 
amid the merriment and jubilation stirred,
can wry dispensation be...

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I knew of a man who journeyed himself a threefold
Before he could face decease.
First, his coming into the world
It was I could say a thrill to all
Albeit the months' trials
He huffed and puffed
Wishing the new environment to be favourable ;
But it felt horrendous
However, he was...

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Beneath the surface of the perceptive mortal senses
the mind nestles the buds of dreams it desires to see bloom.
Allured by avid aspirations into insipid ignorance,       
it suffers wandering in the wilderness of discontent. 

Under the convoluted layers of the...

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The nicety of life.
   I don't conceive it with eyes,
  I don't hear it with ears...
  I feel and hear
  with a vision of the spirit!...

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