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MY NEIGHBOR KOFI
LOCATION: Mazamaza, Lagos, Nigeria:
My neighbor kofi,
The computer scientist
At 34,
He crisscrossed, jetcrosed, redcrossed,
And hobnobbed around the globe:
Kathmandu, Acapulco and the Galapagos
He dined and wined
Like there was no tomorrow
He dined and wined
With Kings and queens;
Cuban cigars, dom perignon 59, Cabernet Sauvignon;
Lamborghini Gallardo, Rolls Royce and Ferrari
He saw the world
Through,
Rose colored spectacles
He jetted North, then South
He jetted in Sommer, then in winter
Then,
He jetlagged....
His battery drained
And,
His computer crashed
Then,
The speck fell
From his eyes
He,
Drank garri without sugar
Ate wild mushrooms
And drank bitter lemon.......
He googled his front
And ogled his back
In his minds eyes
He saw a knotted gray tie
And a pregnant woman
He heard a cock crow
But saw a thick blanket
Of darkness cascade toward, over him
He could not discern
Beyond his nose......
He saw the clouds gathering
But no rain
He saw the palm trees sway
Almost to a breaking point
Then,
He saw the harmathan
Gathering momentum
At the lower troposphere.....
He felt the cold
North East trade wind
Hit his face.......
He mounted his green horse
Named: Don Longhorn
Adjusted his helmet
Then,
Saw a thick haze
Of dust behind him......
It tumbled, rumbled, crumbled and cracked,
It thundered, hissed and clappered
Lightening flashed around him
But,
Don Longhorn and Kofi
Forged ahead...
Into the night....
Into a blanket of darkness......
You hardened griefs robed in base linens red,
Whence cascade your endless prickings sore?
Each searing tear squeezed from low eye wet,
Breeds more noxious throbs that come and go.
Once when sweet relief your brutish whips
With belated solace and little mercies clips,
I mistaken think all of your wild rages gone;
Past ill turns now-free souls used to mourn.
Yet even as I dined and wined to celebrate
Abated storms wreaked by your cruel blows,
You again hurled into this glorious banquet
Your timely bile that with my merries grows.
Where beyond griefs' pain-dominated realm,
May hurting pilgrim his ill-faring vessel dock?
Where past cry's long reach and filtered gall,
Might the lamenting traveler rest and dream?
There's high haven way-worn sojourners win,
In a glorious city above sorrow's dreadful din.
Down Florida way
Near Daytona Beach
Stays many a lassie
One in my eyes is a peach
Breakers on the move
Beach to caress
Bikini clad girl
My eyes are well blessed
Shapely and tanned
Toned and refined
Just me and this lassie
To be wined and dined
Late night beach stroll
As they enjoy the night
With the sound of the breakers
Just out of sight
In a moment of capture
They turn to each other
Gently they kiss
Under starry night cover
On the sand they lay
Looking up to the sky
This two together
Never wondering why
Their futures tomorrow
Today they just met
Over a period of time
Eternally set
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The scrape of tooth
on my bottom lip
as she pulls
her kiss
milisecs
away
agonise
the wait
...oh the wait
My breath deliberately
taken
Skin that tastes the flesh beneath
Muscles undulate
in untrained ways
Truths become elusive
Masquerading as the senses
Death slouches from the rooms corner
But pauses in politeness
Or watching
whose to know
Those moments space
is give and taken
Those spluttered grunts
and mewing purrs
A giggled snarl
words from banned books ripped
Skin pierced backs
as nails pull in unison
Rythmed beasts
Agonyistically unstatic
Run the gaunlet raw
Hold my gaze
with unkempt fire
let me kiss
your slipping breath
Oneness held
in tempered moments
For the devil to replay
Echoed musks the room
Ripping hearts
pulls breast
breath takes breath
Its roaring whimpered
in the cavern
of our
intertwined and wined
stems
Staring at the stars dancing
in the mirrors
of her sleeping sweat
He picks her up at eight
As they head out for their meal
Two people in love
That millions of us feel.
Now wined and dined
Hand in hand
Moonlight walk
Along the bleached white sands.
Arriving home
Music on
CD playing
Their favourite song.
Bodies tight
Dancing slow
Hearts purring
Love a flow.
Hands explore
Buttons undone
Bodies bare
Romance begun.
Roaring fire
Two human shapes
Against the dark
Their glow awakes.
Missionary mission
Of this loving couple
Two bodies joined
Soft and supple.
Passion's growing
As he enters Heaven
Kissing, petting
At their fireside Haven.
Their writhing bodies
Grace the glowing walls
Darkness watches
Romance enthralled.
Breathing, sighing
Sexual embrace
Absorb their feelings
Face to face.
Juices flowing
Recipe of joy
This loving blend
This girl and boy.
Loving scents fill the air
Passions abound around this pair
Spooned embrace, treasured time
Rhythmic loving, rhythmic rhyme.
Their night draws
As the fire glow fades
Shadows disappear
In their minds, love serenades.
The Romance
why would we negate the form we live in
for therein bliss ignition does begin
moment by moment, all moments entwined
we are by Holy Spirit, wined and dined
soma nectar drips, heart eagerly sips
throb of magnetism, our attention grips
the seeker who sought, has since disappeared
through each pore we have been, by bliss mists speared
our heart lotus blossoms in slow motion
inhaling scents of love’s magic potion
and as we are thus being breathed by God
our vaporised soul is amazed and awed
immersed in this lucid dream, where we dwell ~
given what is, why would we break the spell
Love's a serenade that never grows old,
a melodic harmony of the soul.Quote poets own.
Darling
Every time Daisy’s darling came along
Her heart took leap and began beating strong
One day he stopped to wish her fine morning
That was the day Daisy felt love dawning
From then she’d wish him a fabulous day
And soon the two couldn't tear themselves away.
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Daisy awoke joyfully bright today
With hope in her heart for Valentine's Day
She’d found love and before day came to close
She prayed her darling would send her a rose
The hours passed by and her heart took a dive
Sadly for Daisy no rose had arrived.
Then on dot of seven o'clock that night
A chauffeur driven car came into sight
The car was laden with roses galore
Her darling proposed right there at the door
Daisy said "yes" without hesitation
Then was driven to a grand location.
It was the most bizarre night of her life
Daisy was to become her darling's wife
They wined and dined at the edge of the sea
Then Daisy danced with her husband to be
To a violinist's sweet serenade
This Valentine's Day pure magic was made.
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Poem for Valentine’s Day - 2023
Writing Challenge - D Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme number 6 - Darling
I'm thankful for everything- seen; unseen
That every breath since birth have experienced,
Many things I've make heaven and earth lean
Towards the edge of running hope, silenced.
If time will not mind;
Only then, won't stop cups wined
Till dawn... comes it shined.
I'm thankful for that which I have been through...
Every change at a time losing past cheers
To embracing tough challenges anew;
Rough enough to run tarry fearful tears.
If Yes dreams off No;
Only then, won't dare stoop low
Cum struggles to grow.
I'm thankful for everything that I am,
The part of me I lost to drowning fear
To make luck's stake get the best out of jam-
Building up part can't let fail a rare sphere.
If means gets better,
Only then, lot writes letter-
Good enough petter.
I'm thankful for excuses against win,
As an option to hide confrontations...
I struggle to catch up with or try pin-
Accounting for unplanned designations.
If progress gets on;
Only then, won't stop Milan
Until Rome be won.
I'm thankful for dangers that keep me fit,
Every eyes opener alarming weakness
To redeem scar's strength through many a ,
Enough to stage grace guiding happiness.
If fun never done;
Only then, won't long just pun...
Till life be pardon.
I knew back then
I was charming and handsome,
confident as I dined and wined
with my classmates.
Then you walked in—
my handsomeness faded
before the glow of your beauty.
Twenty years seem like yesterday;
your beauty and my charm combined
to gift us three radiant children.
We were selfish
with our good looks~
we showered them on our children,
and the world bows quietly
to their elegance.
That first day we met
still feels like yesterday—
a Saturday then, a Saturday now.
Only difference: that day was December,
this one September.
Your shyness never changed,
nor did mine.
We read our first book
from the same chapter of innocence—
a blind man led a blind woman,
and in our Eden we found
the courage to begin.
I gave you the apple,
not you me.
So no serpent tempted me,
only my stubborn desire.
God bless that day—
a virgin me met a virgin you,
and our first deflowerment
crowned us mum and dad.
The body tires but not our mind,
in lucid dreams, to fears resigned.
Thought spirals grip us in their bind.
The peace we seek seems hard to find.
Why oh God, have we been born blind?
Though voice of conscience does remind,
our hardened heart's no longer kind,
with throb of love soul's misaligned.
Painful has become earth life grind;
we play not our role, as assigned,
wastefully having wined and dined.
Time’s now thoughts be to bin consigned,
thus with ego cravings declined,
we leave our feral past behind.
Fickle heart with bliss furrows splined,
we become the light God designed.
06-October-2022
SINGLE STANZA MONORHYME Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
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