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Woman In Tears

But who washed her in pains
That her tears, soil to drain
When innocent mind blots in grief
Affliction that is intransigent
The mystery that brought tears
To His hands she await in fears
But as sun kisses her naked eyes
Drained her pains, heavenly friend
As the drip passes fluids to her hole
To her daughter she smiles
Agonies of her absence in loneliness
The nakedness of the truth, she will know
That today is the time since awaited
And the kiss of the sun again
From the glass pane of the window
The gentleness of its touch
That, of course, is the heaven dew
Eyes now brownish, date given now due
In gentleness, she closes her eyes
In tears, her daughter knows she’s gone

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Memories

Tipsy, we were together
Happiness, we lived together
By the malls hands we held
Love unsaid you led
In truth, I knew we were friends
When first our roads so met
That no fiend will do us part
In love, in trust and happiness
Living to love, our betterment
Pains, joy in togetherness
Until the day you pressed the pause
Like a woman in sudden menopause
When medic in sorrow announcement
Alone now I sing, mimicry of your song  
But today this dirge I sang
Because your mouth stopped to sing

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The Sheikh

The flying hills and its tinted gold
Its pyramids and the blinking moulds
Beautiful the night, a city behold
New dawn it was at Bur Dubai

The city that never boasts of mountain
Infertile the land unfriendly the grains
Until comes a dreamer called Maktoum
Muhammed, the son to raise the tune
 
At the sea end stands nations inertia
In father’s desires, Maktoum built to sky
Descendants of warriors, to sea he claimed
To build the Palms, the earth, for world to hail

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Rainbow

Heaven to earth bows
Sweet colours in mix and folds
    Rain swallows whole

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Lagos

Citizens in culture crossed
   Morals lost in distance chase
        Flowers wither at night

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Serena

Serendipity, sun do smiles
European titles in mind
Royally, I was at Garros 
England, Wimbledon, my crowns
Nigh, the glory from Aussies
Arthur Ashe, the home in honour 

When honours came calling
In contrast to their aims
Love the game, win to claim
Like Masada, majestic in beauty
In its flowers engraved my name
Angel, egg, the game I play
My hands the world is laid
Serena, my name is the game

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Scent of a Woman

There lives a woman
In a village of the West
Besides where lake amazes
Where torrents do crashes
Her tender hand waves the maize
To buy or eat and free your hunger
By her side lays her kits
The woods, the coals, the matches
In her eyes lives the kindness
Happy, her hut waits on her baby
The one the maize will make a maid
But the passersby, is a man of leisure
He trots, bluffs, and clutches her maize
In happiness, she gave her grace
But the man is but a load of blades
Her lace, he grooved and bolted like mice
To the runner of her treasure
Sad, the woman besides the lake
She’ll grunt, smiles and squirms!
Until her curse arrests the swine.

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Mama

In my youth I have known none but you, 
molded I was of your words, 
in your hind I was shielded, 
but now Mama you are gone, 
to whom shall I know in similitude?

With this hand I passed unto you,
the dust, 
this it is, the dust 
dust to dust, 
but the dust I passed, 
will be passed unto me too.

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The Lost

Our minds in mouths agape
When lost the game at Ashe
Our minds with you in pains
Shaking we are in silence

Aces lost in paces
Paces of your races
Sour the foot to graces
Unforced errors not disgraces

But despair not in losses
Losses unforced to errors
This sun briefly is down
Tomorrow rise it will

Brief is scepter denied today
But aces will bring the maces
Your aura to borders in order
Our love unfettered to measure  

Cry not Serena
Today we are in joy deflated
Tomorrow will bring lost aces
When aces shall bring lost graces

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The Oath

The great mother to whom I cry
But when will your mind be to laugh
Or mouth in joy of peace it seeks
When will happiness to brethren smiles
To him your joy afar in miles
The treasure your children lost
Or the inheritance of mother flaws
Grand children in madness drawn
To steal, to fraud and to loot
To this your veins drain in cries
And in pains your mouth bleeds
Yet curse your mouth refutes
Because in changes your mind lurches
Of children in wilderness of vain chase
Hope in vanity of welt wealth 
Great mother to you I cry
But mother, behold you too in cry
Sour the taste, milk of your breasts
To whom will us the solace get
Nigeria, mother, bleed they made you

II.
In trust the one I gave the vase
To lead, to mold, and spray the musk 
That which brethren will make a symbol
Fragrance the world sought in haste
Aroma the one to mold in folds
Your kids, your world, your growth
But, amongst of you, leaders you hailed
In cry I am, my kids are cursed
Like Judas you are of trust to keep
But the one your elders waste and frayed
To throne your ascendancy in flaws
When justice you claimed but ruts
In market justice you sell to hawks
Like lion poking and sneering of preys
The rich, the little of the weak he takes 
Blame not the kids whose hands do stink
Of whom, I ask, they tutored in gales
To steal, to fraud, to loot like cats
But of their elders, parents, even the guides
The reference of elders, now their pride

III.
But there, standing he holds
In pretext the Books of the sages
The one he claims to bear
In them contains their sayings
Of the old and I say, of the Host
The one in whom I am mould
Books of the Ancients and of age
Of ancients before your gods
That in it my mind in cry 
That in lies he claimed to know
Behold, he swore to an oath
In himself, his oath, his spirit rejects 
The taker and the one who is charged
The responsibility of oath he took
Accursed these children I begot
The one for which I’m in cry
That unto him I say, woe betides
Fury of me is here to reckon
Rage of the Books that you hold
The one of oath as your witness
Against of your mouth, it shall witness