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Diary Of Sins: by ademiife(m): 4:41pm On Nov 06, 2007 |
[center]WE WALTZ we waltzed our way silhouetted against the wall as the furnace of our fiery feelings burnt unburnt the close inhalation breath-taking, we waltzed our way with bodies wedged in intimacy 'twas an even-dance we waltzed our way as the day eveninged to full moon to every reverberating moan our leaning lingering lissom lips made the close inhalation breath-taking, we waltzed and waltzed our way till the world was and was no more[/center] [center]SINNED no longer does it stand the neck has lost its pride on bended knees the head droops forward in supplicative gesture of a yet to be forgiven face no longer does it stand the shoulder has lost its heaven-bound height on prostrated body the haughty soul projects a countenance of i've sinned father, but he knows i am bowed, not broken i shall go sin the more.[/center] [center]INTO YOU one feeling one thought one passion one intimacy one lust one trust one desire, just a sparkle and you set each on fire just one you in the effervescent sky of my life.[/center] [center]GOD SEND MINE [GSM] no thuraya will put me through to God no sagem to send my message beyond clouds no nokia to knock on heaven's gate no motorola to motor me through the lonely lane to life no trium to make me triumph in the tunnel of ten thousand temptations, in supplicative gesture my two palms confluencing connecting me beyond connections and inspiring me beyond imaginations… [/center] [center]VIRGINAL WHITE here's virginal white for a virtuous virgin victor of myriad vicissitudes visionary of unsurpassed velocity here's virginal white for a virtuous virgin with visage of vacant pair of pupils veiling velvety values and virtues in granite modesty can i speak the rest in vernacular?[/center] [center]LAST NIGHT hiding in the crevices of night in the vale of deep passion burning in the fiery dust of lust sandstorm of sentiments searing every drop of hesitation, our alluvial sweats suffocating every pore in moans we exchanged stolen secrets and swore no eye could see us but foolish you and i the moon the stars blind be does he sleep?[/center] [center]YOU ARE the best of imagination cannot match your creation the greatest inspiration cannot bespeak my adulation silently slowly and soulfully a sing-song serenade creeps into my glottis feeling I would die if I don't sing this song in the tintinnabulation of passion I find a tune and voice out the lyrics the rhythm the rhyme and the eternity of time and a note begins to play, perfectly enchanting innocently alluring love is a fiery furnace of feelings a perfectly placed porcelain.[/center] [center]SEEDS OF PASSION in the garden of my heart where resplendent meanings adorn the lingering lushness of passion where flowering sentiments stand in style rooted in romantic robustness of fertile heart in the garden of my heart where flourishing flowers of feelings flaunt freely like waves of iridescent colours caressing a canvas the canvas of my heart where dew drops of desires perform baptism on the innermost soil of my soul the former seeds dying giving way to newer finer seeds of passion.[/center] [center]IN BRIEF a glint of ecstasy in the eye-corner a stimulating stroke of the tresses a lingering landing of lissom lips on landscape of the mouth a desire of the eyes and of the flesh a trust forged in lust ends in dust.[/center] [center]LOVE FALLS lightning of desire flashes thunder of emotion roars wind of affection blows cloud storm of passion gathers trickle by trickle the elements give way to tears forming copious draught rain of love falls.[/center] [center]FLAMES OF FEELINGS waters of the mind are best poured out lest the soul should drown in self-deluge of emotion if it were a riddle i would crack it were it a joke i would track it it is a fiery feeling that burns the heart how do i say i love you?[/center] [center]ELIZABETH o maiden like a maiden virgin fresh from the glorious gorgeous garden of eden undulating the aura of your person unstatic ever flowing the radiance of your presence unassuming the secret person of your heart can i spend eternity with you senorita? no revelation in your concealed eyes to acknowledge your true feeling… [/center] [center]FIRST ATTRACTION with the figure even like the number coming after seven she takes a poise position as in a perfectly placed portrait for a smell she's lavender with triumphant tresses like luxuriant forest trees pristine as a virtuous virgin with luminous azure balls sinking perfectly inside the sockets with pepsodent flash of sparkling white teeth set in a mouth molded with gold she stands beyond the comparative supremely attractive like an adjective in its superlative can i take you home and show you to my mother? [/center] [center]SHE she roams like a sentence without a period she stands like a perfectly misplaced preposition in a simple sentence she gazes querying like a strand of question-mark she yearns for morrow like a future tense she looks blue like a noun in want of a pronoun she’s a gorgeous girl like an adjective in its superlative she’s concise precise like a one-word sentence she’s charming and even like the figure after seven she’s slim as two divided by two she’s overwhelming like Chinese characters she’s a hypertensive interjection a stroke of comma and an eventual full-stop.[/center] [center]CAN YOU DO THIS? kindle a ray of riddle rove a lane of love ponder a wave of wonder pause a flame of force pacify a pang of passion handle a bundle of trouble burst a bubble of lust flush a rush of crush scream a rhythm of dream drain a rain of strain extinguish angst of anguish.[/center] [center]SEXUALLY DESIGNED tempting like a flesh-revealing dress shameless like a one-night stand unholy like two illicit love-makers illegitimate like a love-child insatiable like an incorrigible nympho traumatized like a violated virgin lonely like a jilted lover agonizing like an unrequited love frustrated like a loverless spinster searching like an overdue bachelor intoxicating like a first love lingering like a loving kiss ecstatic like a romantic feeling intact like a virtuous virgin faithful like two true-blue lovers hopeful like a courting couple united like a happily married couple fulfilled like a dream come true.[/center] [center]ONCE UPON A KISS in the dim and distant past four fledgling lips at a tryst assuaging their thirst searing sentimental secrets felt only through dark tunnels of their throats in the dim and distant past through darksome tunnel of the throat we shared unspoken secrets you and i four fledgling lips i couldn’t go further that’s why you called me names forgetting trust made in lust will rust in dust once upon your kiss and you set my flesh on fire does love behave indecently?[/center] [center]ONCE UPON A KISS II once upon a time there was your shadow reflecting on the window in the candle-lit room with your neck-crushing hug enveloping me for moments i stood motionless and began to dance to your love-wantintin tune that sounds deeper and bitter now in my soul if promises were deeds you’d be dean of lovers you and i know better what has happened to my door? what has happened to my yard? what has happened to those innocent flowers you touched and trampled? once upon a time i was in your bosom with iridescent blue eyes envisioning love in your lust i was lost.[/center] [center]DEWS OF DUSK when the dews were still fresh on your vegetation when your figure of attraction inspired my body to make moves when i signified intention to pay my dues you took a swipe and said i was not man enough when your azure pupils dilated many men with you related green with envy i wished i was late and as if the only creature in the air you soared far beyond my reach i became love-sick i became love-lorn now you’ve grown bald like the vulture your azure pupils crimson with tears your bosom a swinging door and your figure of attraction what distraction now take me you say…[/center] [center]WE DIE IN SILENCE i stumbled on you I fell in love head over heels in love and my soul ached you too fell head over heels in love your heart must heart must ache too hearts heavy with feelings we drag our feet we die in silence my heart embraces your longing eyes where’s the voice to invite your waiting feet?[/center] [center]FIRST SIN out of sight heals love of blindness in sight love is blind we groped we were too close to see seeing is the first sin look it is desirable desires of the eyes desires of the flesh in want of heart we lost sight one blind night we reached the height.[/center] [center]RUSHING HOME are there damsels in my life? you’re the peacock the peak of the rock the sleek of the flock the thick of the forest the breath under my nose i dare the surging sea of sisters the intimidating intrigues of daughters of Eve i overlook the lyrical dreamy eyes of dainty damsels the perfect peace of their passion but rushing home coming to meet you i stumble on you loving another.[/center] [center]FROZEN where we already said good night do we say good evening again? can broken dreams be mended when passion’s live coals have become cold impotent ashes in the searing heat of infidelity? don’t ask is this love meant to die? goodbye has been said yet you cry and your hot hot tears falling on my chill chest can this frozen heart be thawed by your hot tears?[/center] [center]I REMEMBER i remember i have not forgotten that like napkin for filthy fingers are damsels to you i remember i have not forgotten that when your mouth bubbles with words of love and trust you’re asking innocent ones to trust and thrust in the dust of your lust i remember did you think i have forgotten?[/center] [center]SHALL WE SEE AGAIN? torrential tears flooded our faces cloudy fears dimmed our resplendent hearts we appeared beaten and unbidden our hearts queried us will we keep this friendship? to part now was a certainty in our present reality and part we must who will take this cup from us? we soon said our bye-byes our heels parted but our eyes met behind yours asking mine mine asking yours shall we see again after this night?[/center] [center]UNNOTICED the bird chirrups excitedly away with her partner two lizards nod in approval at the sight of each other the dog barks with admiration and wags his tail in adoration sighting a mate the peacock shows off his iridescent plumage to the overwhelmed peahen every girl is walking the street hand in hand with her lover and i’ve also drenched myself in assorted perf rain caressed the soil and sun brightened the land moon shone against the dark walls of night no single head has turned my way…[/center] [center]CAN I PRAISE YOU? when the leaves on baobab whisper it is you they praise when the plumaged choirs unite in sonorous serenade it is your beauty they chirrup when the sun leaves his nest in the west rising in the east it does so to reflect your pristine beauty when men leave their interior rooms to perch on verandahs it is to marvel at a creation beyond imagination but let me praise you beloved one beautier than beauty nature’s undiluted creation devoid of deflection the genesis of adoration and the revelation of affection the height of Kilimanjaro the depth of Nile not an inch worth your beauty can i praise you no one but you?[/center] [center]ONE US tomorrow is a scream heard in whispers and we strain our hears to hear her voice i crave your hand you add your heart tomorrow is a vision made luminous in the circuits of four eyes eyeball to eyeball and we meet tomorrow is a dream seen in our wakefulness the emptiness of a mind and the void of a heart the warmth of an emotion and the chill of reason the path of a foot and the grasp of a hand together shoulder to shoulder body spirit and soul we swim in the stream of shared secrets in the solemn sentiments of one mind one future flesh one you one i and one us.[/center] [center]WALKING WITH YOU enveloped in self-inflicted illusion we wander heavenward in search of a path buried beneath our feet it is hidden under our feet the unbroken path of eternity first is to feel the unbroken path afterward to think if we’re walking together hand in hand loneliness leads to death our path extends to life and if we’re walking together hand in hand we’re certain of getting there with strength unspent and heart unbroken and with love undiminished so i closed my eyes to walk with you but you objected saying the eternity we seek is our destiny yours and mine and opened my eyes and began walking with you with more vision than i had…[/center] [center]SHADOW OF VISION looking into your eyes the pupils picture a path where there’s reason to live and loving is joy i see dream on stream the shadows of you and i bathing in love looking into your eyes my hope’s like the sun bringing resplendent rays of joy like a lingering light in the darkest night dwelling under the shade where promises are made where love’s root starts to shoot your eyes speaking of vision yet unbeheld the vision beckons i approach its light which gives hope endurance and love fidelity in your eyes no love is blind no dream beyond imagination.[/center] [center]BINTU beloved bintu permit me not to dawdle here the screaming silence has only me as an audience shackled in this residence in who shall i place my confidence when your much desired presence continues to linger in absence? with whom will I share the fondness? a gale of togetherness pleasurable and immeasurable in this screaming silence? the dusk’s chill intense my intent transcends concupiscence loneliness is what attacks with me fierceness in fairness i want you in earnest beloved bintu emotion rushing high your approach not nigh and like a pestilence this screaming silence is hitting hard against my faithfulness.[/center] [center]SWEET TO HAVE a damask rose a graceful doe with lambent eyes sparkling with iridescent colours eyes streaming with rhythms brimming with dreams for the thought of you is like poetry to my heart ringing like a peal of bells softer and softer it chimes deeper and deeper into the ears of my heart you’re so sweet to have[/center] [center]SWEET TO HAVE II you smell like lavender-water like sweet-smelling odour from an altar like a calm running brook your spoken words graceful aesthetically pleasing your radiant look you’re lapidary lass tall and beautiful as larkspur a shining star amongst many a sister beauty like bubble will burst flowering flower will fade but the leitmotiv of you is integrity and chastity[/center] [center]TIWALOLA wide river of generosity a running brook of adoration full of colour paragon of honour tiwalola let me handle your name it melts like fondant in my kisser its tintinnabulation tickles my tympanum motunrayo full of joy radiant with ecstasy may your stream of happiness never run dry anike personification of care a damsel rare you’re beyond compare.[/center] [center]AYO ayobami overtaken by joy a paragon of happiness happy are you as your mother’s only girl oluwaseun we thank God we thank you for making us proud titilope endless gratitude we’ll ever be thankful coast to coast you remain the toast amongst a host we will ever thank you for being our true-blue sister okanlawon this one surpasses all the one and only the charm of beauty the beauty of charm no one but you.[/center] [center]THEY BREAK when i think of you envisioning the sparkles of brown light the eyes in the sockets of your visage illuminate my lips part and break, when i remember the kind acts of your tender heart and the selflessness in your readiness nugget of your preciousness my lips part and break, when i know you and ever want to be with you yesterday today tomorrow you part my lips and make them break in smiles.[/center] [center]1977 ethereal thread of umbilical cord untied from the august visitor maternity agog and the wildfire of good news spreads on to the plateau of Jos happiness rends the air in kisses and tears the cries of pain implode into infantile wail oh like mother like son the august sun stands still and shimmers on the soft splattered smile of the face welcomed by every race in this world there’s for everyone a place where’s the father? he hears the news and the happiness is bringing him home from the Mambila this is the birth of a new breath of life come home quick and kiss the bundle of bliss in suns and moons to come what will the august son bring? with dreamy brown eyes delicately buried in fragile sockets he seems to be telling them the days ahead are housed in dungeon of dreams. 1987 high hopes and rebellion a decadal age of mischief and mundane missions muffled feelings and subdued angst and anger the enormity of an overwhelming vacant fragile mind questing to know all the unknown once at once the pencil breaks many a time and the eraser is declared stolen by friendly thieves and no arrest will be made shame-faced admission of failure written in bold red report cards are ominous handwriting on the wall mother’s unconditional love always helps weather the storm the rage of reasoning daddy is the beginning of wisdom do you want to be mummy’s boy? they say they never do well and you what will you be when you still fart and pee like an untrained dog? cold lessons will be served and hot desires will be drunk what still happens to all the textbooks and the big notes? now mummy must beat with the right hand and comfort will still come from her left hand how can you not love your mother? are you not tempted to hate daddy in the stormy days of discipline? 1997 still waters run deep especially when they flee underneath the bridge you never can tell what a reticent twenty-year-old is up to? a growing mind finding roots in every direction fads friends sex knowledge and the thoughts of the unthinkable they say boys will be boys even while growing older the shadow of yesteryears are still clinging to a new flesh and blood the baby is always the man and how can you be a man when the baby in you is not killed or sold off? that’s the irony of yesteryears that pass across the corridor of today the zenith of rebellion has just begun the lust for oceanic independence has developed depth mummy please don’t tell me that i’ve got my life to live and my own way i shall have you forgotten daddy’s still the man and in charge? do you think you might challenge him to a duel? not now but you won’t run away from him like a child freaked out by flames of fiery flogging in the dead of night in the stand-still silence daddy must see the man in this baby. 2007 days of dungeon of dreams have been opened who has thought the child of yesterday will be the man today in thorns and thistles of three decadal ages? yesterday’s tiny-tot a similitude of a fleeting unnoticeable shadow has now attained a look-and-turn-back metamorphosis the new husband of mummy and the jewel of her neck like they say this child nay man has arrived in a volks or a mercedes? ah-ah primitive mind a man’s value is not judged by the automobile he arrives in his infantile pupils have lost their rhythm the rhythm of rebellion played under the noon sun on the football pitch far away from home the eyes have lost their mists of mischief they have found direction and are glowing with meaning mummy still deserves the biggest hug in this world oh like mother like son and there are kisses and tears from daddy a studied smile an understanding look and a pat on the back a proud father of a humble son this is the beginning of an end and the child has just become a real man…[/center] [center]THE RICH MAN who chats and farts and we all keep smiling and listening who yaps and jabs and we aren’t complaining who steals and seals our treasury and rations it out to us in penury who cruises cross our squalid streets and sprays us with ditch-water who talks and talks and the poor has no say whose pen falls down and a multitude mills to pick it whose house is towering and shimmering while that of others shake in squalid stillness who snores and squeals like a stolen swine and rob us of a restful sleep who feeds so fat on chicken and burger and watches us die in hunger? the rich man.[/center] [center]Boulevard Of Broken Dreams depression is a disease, fatally insidious, my life is a boulevard i am a piece of broken dreams my life is a bough i am a piece of shredded leaves my life is a road i am a crossroad of chaos my life is a space i am a void of evil thoughts my life is a waste i am a face of an unwanted child my life is a test i am a failure, [/center] [center]If I Can for the thought of seeking for a renewal of self, if i can say a prayer i'll plead for mercy and the strength to overcome this weakness if i can say a prayer i'll confess of base thoughts that enshroud the depth of my heart and shackle my soul immortal passion of impure leaning metamorphosing to fiendish forest of fiery feelings, i burn myself in self-conflagration if i can say a prayer i'll rededicate my heart and grow again strength and purity and if i can say a prayer i'll request to walk in the true light of truth evermore, [/center] [center]I Breathe, for the sentiment of Veta, the state of mind the prison of heart i am the gaoler i am the warden waiting to exhale hesitant to excel i am the liberator i am the prisoner of woes waiting for rebirth i am the sown seed dying growing in death life's breath is within my grasp i shall breathe again i breathe air of renewal.[/center] |
Re: Diary Of Sins: by iice(f): 2:51pm On Nov 16, 2007 |
wow! impressive!. . .I liked them |
Re: Diary Of Sins: by ademiife(m): 11:44am On Nov 22, 2007 |
iice, thank you so much, i am glad someone like you liked my poems. thank you. i appreciate feedbacks, you just made my day- it doesn't really matter whether what i get is kudos or knocks. thanks dear, did you get to read my ozi francis story |
Re: Diary Of Sins: by iice(f): 4:30am On Nov 28, 2007 |
You're welcome Sorry didn't read it. . .i will look for it |
Re: Diary Of Sins: by ademiife(m): 7:56am On Dec 04, 2007 |
please do, i'll really appreciate your effort in that direction, take care to care. |
Re: Diary Of Sins: by stag: 3:39pm On Dec 30, 2007 |
breathtaking! ! ! |
Re: Diary Of Sins: by biife: 11:27am On Dec 31, 2007 |
yes, nice pieces! |
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