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Orekelewa Jojolo

Orekelewa Jojolo,

ripened womanhood
juicy-full of future too
how your innocent bloom
of purest passion ooze
sink gleam of grim eyes
a hungry devour, deep, high
to steal and feel your fruit
your prime prized protected fruit
in sweet streams of throat music
a fire dance so heavenly fantastic
to your form and bum, so yum
from the beats hard of rock rump pump
pound a rich rhythm of cruel cries
and stinging mock of whipping why
from a mound very nice of nine
souring your future painfully fine

Orekelewa mi,

its a red swoon prey
sweet poison they all say
and a red fright of bait
the dazzles that you are laid
lose not your head and heart
loose not your bra and pant
my poem is your angel sent
let it not weep of bitter regret

N.B.: Orekelewa Jojolo means young beautiful maiden in Yoruba language

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Harvest - a Trilogy

"ONE

“Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!”

i tick the trickling time of your heart
set in a fast paced, rat raced end of nought
burying your precious life for my rise of worthless death
in traitor riches of an annihilating amassment
and you lose his gain for my vain
forever lost in the hell of my heart in eyes
rich reddest ripe
trickling slowly fast the sweetest hate within seen.

TWO

the sweetness of terror
in the deepness of horror
shrinks my ink in fright of freeze

behold
callous craftiness in cunning cuff of call
of tempting taste of a sense’s sensuous fall
an invite of worms womb rich in pregnant rot
of delicious decay blind in a mind’s fold of nought
takes a guided, guarded watch of a self destruct
onwards a chill of feet, six in plan of instruct

oh! where is the angel of sorrow
to bellow the looming loss of a tomorrow?
life is in a serious cell of “OH NOO!!!”
and heavens’ eyes rains a cat and dog of flow.

THREE

never scream your frightened prayers at me
whose mouth made a dross toss of my heart and hands
and killed my voice in horror of rich rot pleasures of pukes
never seek for my unseen oblivion please
for I have been buried in your long lust lost
of the eyes, flesh and heart
his eyes, flesh and heart

the time ticks a harvest of gory
and its sickle sicks a pleasure of dark story;
never be high pitched at its deep simile throat seek
and never rumble a resonating quake of its fear feast
for the reward is black ripe of a red hot sorrowing
and hades hungers hell fill in a piercing thrill kill

so,

let your begging prayers go
let six feet of summon do as told
let my drossed oblivion wave your bye of sorrow
let hades have its meal of nasty shudders, cold.

THE CROSS. MY DROSS.
THE LOSS. MY TOSS."

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The Prostitute's Tongue

i am the filthy beauty
on sale in streets and hoods
of a man market bristling good
in nights of naira and dollar
dark of rainbow heart, singing
“after the reggae play the blues…….
even your boo get a boo……….”

i am the sweet screams of eyes
deep glee and rich rumbles of balls
erasing home from hungry hearts
hankering hardcore rump pump slump
of alcohol’s might on brain and body great
slamming wives and children far away
and betrotheds too in my killing fire
burning wild with warmth and no hate

the heavens love me 
in the dirtiest of their tongues
within the richest cringe in brim
of their stainless hearts 
but my earths hate me
in the cleanest of their tongues
within the richest cuddle warm 
of their messy hearts

for i toss in remorse
of the cries and curse
loud in time’s nasty forewarn
of a smirk smite trap of silence
salivating deep delicious of death
in the tongues of painful prayers

of which i, in deepest sigh
see the big baptism in this trade’s ‘high’
of heavens’ reject and eject of growing nipples
seared with cruel hell orphanism into
the soft warm love and lust cuddle 
of my dearest stinking earths
raised a prime prized ecstasy’s tag

o God,
my meal tickets are highest rate
and their homes and hearts i do not hate
but why these rains of pains
beating my soul and act grey?
your heavens lost me to this sweet sin
your heavens kill me now in this sweet sin
whom will your words befall?
who rises? who falls?

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The Visit

"in the guest house of the dead
where pain and mourn summoned me
a blood call of an impromptu visit
my dearest poem poked out itself
in an express tell, it loudly spell
“we fade away slowly and silently too…..”
And I was knocked and numbed
A minute simile of the fleshy statues
Silently pouring me in, deep depressing ink
I flow in these letters and lines to you

man, o man
your beauty and might
and all that you vainly pride
is just the blood travelling within you
is just the red boss of their tireless errand
the red servant on a tireless errand
doing what heaven tasked them on you
doing faithfully and so true, so good
all that you crave, demand, aspire and perspire
all that you rock, flaunt, gloss and boss
all that you want……..

but when my beloved blood
on eternity’s call, stung me a come
to see him still and his breed within
and stench and statues in cold silent welcome
of words and forms in fright language of pour
sit me a standing see, sink my ink a deep drink
of how useless and damn dross you are
o man strutting and plotting a blazing star
empty of my poetry, my poking, asking poetry
of how you and your days in lives fade away
hidden in the melted voices and noises of your earth
lost in the merry go rounding of your desires and acquires
getting tired of time, slowly bringing in your time
to come lodge a log gone in these stench and statues
with skin in grim grin of shrink glee wearing cringing blackness
of a nice nauseate of hate, stomach dizzy, calling forth vomit great

o man, how time will tell the red servant-boss
to stop its work, stop its errand workforce
and toss you a bye into that dreaded flight of earth
onwards……………………….your soul a gall or joy
as tears in tongues and tumbles moan your mourn
take exit after…….; after all, you’re gone; and life must go on
in its merry go rounding plotting and strutting
of a blazing star, dazzling near and far

o man………………………………….."

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Dream Song

"My sweet unborn
Swimming playfully, patiently
Awaiting the earth call
Of beloved parents, come
Listen to another of daddy’s songs.
Let all be still, stand to sink in all.

My poetic pen smiles, excited to drip
Drops of passion painted profusely sweet
In colourful words, of my dearest darling
Second to none but my one and only
Words made with so sweetness of a soul
Creamy rich with deepest joy never yet unfold
Fragranced with adoration, flowers droop
In hurtful, groaning jealousy
Words, flowing fruity, dazzling like diamonds.

My Sweet,
I draw an amazing beauty
Of world’s wondrous gift of girl
Twinkling brilliancy, blazing its glory
In the global dark night of knowledge
An applause and awards, an icon idol
Illuminating lives, billion loves and likes.

My Heart,
I paint a priceless beauty
In face and form, mind and manners
Mystifying humbleness of vivid boldness
Ambiguous gentleness energetically express
The depth and strength of her rainbow life
In stuns of respect, knockout of awe and wow.

My Pride,
I pen an awesome beauty
Of God’s great message and might
An ark of salvation unto many a nation
A miracle oracle manifesting life and freedom
For their super delight, for His pleasurable delight.

My Dearest Unborn,
My song is done; short but explosively hot
Do I see you drain me with smiles
Send kisses cute on errand to my heart
Tell the rest how blessed the groin and womb
To bring you down and out, truly are."

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You and I

let us richly grow the word
deep in the hearts of the world
our being the ripened seed of seen
planted in wide acceptance therein
to bloom the one, his come and call
in fruitful yields he longs of all
not microphones tilling tares across
of sundays' spill in sows of dross
much sowing, much growing, what is to see?
dread dirtiness in laughs of hurt mockery
so, let's sow ourselves true of the word
and what true change come upon the world