Lost in today,
found in tomorrow
tears roll like silver
lace beaded swans
Chasteness wanton,
timestamped forever
music absolving
—calling beyond
(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)
I shall find you amongst many
And I will know that you are there.
It’s your voice, it’s your fragrance
It’s my mind playing games with me
I will sustain and know that you are there.
I shall find you amongst many
In your whiteness, purity of soul
In the magnitude of virtues and chasteness
It’s my mind playing games with me
I will sustain and know that you are there.
Colorless tears are like words of a poem, unspoken
With all the shades of that colorless tears, I shall, one day.
Affably Adorable
Beautiful birdsong
Cherished chasteness
Diabolical dalliance
Enthusiastic enchantress
Frolicking Fortitude
Glorious Gallivanting
Heavenly Hero
Idealistic Imagination
Joyful Journey
Kaleidoscopic Keenness
Light and Lithe
Mystical magical
Nocturnal night sky
Opulent Oracle
Prophetic promises
Queried Questions
Reflective Responses
Serendipitous Sensuality
Treasured Tranquility
Ultra-sweet and understated
Virginally vindicated
Whispery wishes
‘Xiting ‘Xtremetries
Youthful yearling
Zigzagging zealots
Years passed, withal you stood ascendant.
Though many were their concupiscent sexual enticements,
Heretofore you remained earnest in unassailable chasteness.
Little did you know that your undoer is ready to strike at you.
At first sight, your heart intermitted;
On hearing her voice, your soul got excited.
At first felt exhaled breath, you veins got scorched.
At first touch, your mind got into nigrification.
Sensationally, you were ready to grant all my thoughts.
Why just a whistle could kill a soldier like you, you could not fathom.
After things happened, thence your enchainment emerged.
You turned slave but to the lustfulness.
The sight, breath, flesh, and touch became lords over you.
Without regrets, they pleasantly caress you to go against the Lord’s wills.
Now, whence cometh your redemption?
Voltaire says, “...a man is free the moment he wants to be”.
Only you can free yourself from your self-created incarceration
Set yourself liberated from the captivity of your negativity.
Father Egboro we
salute you.
With cap from head
we bow in obeisance.
You shared with us
the vast ocean of
your knowledge.
Your agitated acts of
chasteness and
fatherhood, must not
fade unsaid.
I saw with my
eyes,corrections
made,
with my ears i heared
advice and counsel.
From the dawn of
purchasing to the
dusk of Business
Research Methodology
i never lacked.
Now a graduate i
am,well instructed by
lords and fathers,an
appreciation was all i
could give.
MR FELIX EGBORO
am saying thank you
sir
with kneels bended to
the ground.
with a warm smile do
rise me up.
Her dark hair, laced with silver strands,
cascaded once with sable glint,
then lost (with drifting of the sands
of time) the chasteness of its tint.
It still grows long, but she has kept
her dark hair laced with silver strands
pulled back, attractively upswept,
at times enwrapped in stylish bands.
She misses days of few demands,
the ragtop down, her locks wind-tossed.
Her dark hair laced with silver strands
reminds her now of all she's lost. . .
She combs it out in dying light
of dusk and dreams a lover's hands
were touching it this moon-streaked night -
her dark hair, laced with silver strands.