Poetry is like a hook that apprehends deflowered fishes with its varying wits. The hook is thrown into the ocean of the socitey and it caught informations that inspires the souls to keep writing. Poetry is a garment of many colours that no one is yet to distinguish the type of its colour he's putting on. It takes time,dedication and observation to ascertain the type because these are the regalia of poetry.

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As the former bid adieu to the latter.
And strife and her folks, Accompanied the former like the ducks.
So, did Joy and peace arrived at the forest to hunt. Polluting the forest with 'Happy new month'. 17:01:09:19:41

Weeping almonds Moaning diamonds.
Wealth and health Death and dearth
Hope and Joy Strife life coil
You get one Or you're drown.
Life gives you But with rules.
Understand her rule- Tame the fool!

Perceiving the air's beat, He positioned his feet as expected. Bewitched by the rhythm asserted, His paraphernalia did compliment his treat. Pulling junks and unusual stuffs, He settled on a cracky old muddy stage. 'Hey! , the beat of life did constitute my rage', He thundered, as to the inspirationist he did cast the stuffs. Being possessed by his virtuous talent, He resumed his usual relay. As the littlun did squeeze sound out of their traditional gadget, He consciously maintained the unconscious alley. 'Away! , here he comes; the pouncer.' 'Be not away! , he is sane but 'A street dancer''. C.2017

Bewitched with irri- tating glows,they ransacks the purse and 'ijawo'; those rats!
Breaking news; The Headline: "3 husky rats ransacking the purse of the nation ." The news: As noted in the headline of today's consciousness-leaking news. We'll have to say this with Annointed regret that 3 hoodlums With pointed teeths had just robbed the nation of a frugal amount of papers. Hence, the federal government had just concluded to Deep their anxious hands into the weeping purse of the nation,with regards to buying a distilled insecticide to eliminate the husky hoodlums. Hence,the federal government has taken '4 billion naira' to carry out this operation,respecting the uninterested interest of the masses. Here is the news. N.T.A 7:00pm. Deola......"
Prophesy has come to pass. 'Ekule Ole' and cray fish not worth than #5,000. When mingled and moistured can conspicously carry out the opera- tion successfully. Then why '4 billion naira?'- won't accept this offer if to me offered. Such amount for rats?........ Hmmm....these rats!
Who are these rats?- Rats with two hands,two eyes,two legs,a nose. Rat whose glottis is active. Full of themselves,claiming rights Graced with deceptive life swimming and vividly drown in ocean of lies.
These rats! Leaves their abode at mid-day,travels to other forests to hunt riches. Hunt?..... No!, squander the riches they've gotten from the purse of their masters- suffering masters. After showcasing their wealth In those forest. Then,they'll saunter back into the waiting cupboard and steal 'Meats from pots', 'Eat some part of the bread- they're already satisfied'. They'll resume their usuall relay. And return the same circle.
Maybe you know those rats. Those rats on Agbada-mehn! Driving luxurious jeeps,living in braw duplexes bewitched with fumming air conditioners. Those rats that are always hungry- contending for post and Ranks. Buying different PARTS for their Draining CARS. Hope you know these rats.
I think we truly need to eliminate these RATS with Iron insecticides,pushing them into the ocean of remonstration and patriotic regrets. Those RATS should go through those famished Bullets!. Or what do you think?
Hmmm.....these rats! 17:01:09:13:11

'Singing through all magnanimity of God All will say; "The earth is the Lord's" Land,ridges,humans,reptiles,inanimates. Mercury,Venus,Jupiter and all vast spaces.
The Lord's breath erected them all Waving might and witholding sigh prevent then from fallen. Exclusion of none is ascribed to him. Next to existence, "It's fulness.." exist by him. Time and space,witches and sorcerer. Yuletide and winter,summer and spring; He's maker.
"For he has founded it upon the sea"; the all Ocean falls and rises without disturbing the earth for eyes hunting. Universe and her content trembles at his sight. Rest of all; Giants,beasts,peaks,Lions,boa hides for fright. 17:01:09:11:56

Ajosh form of sonnet
'End of the master's life came,life after death.
Life bound to life by a slave re-birth. Inwanle is bound to die with her master Frivolity,strife,calabash;an escort to her master. Eruption of destructive strife and pain
All her pleas fell deaf-ears; she's bound to escort. Falling dusk had accompanied her breath. Future's hope,the culture had rent. Time bound,'I'll come back as a daughter' she'd said. Endowed with respect,she regarded what she'd said. Ripe of her duty,she's done with the escort.
'End of her strife,with a glowing skin she'd returned to reign. Atrributed to her,on the return,headache made an escort. Time like the sea's waves rumbles to'n'fro. Heighten the rule,ease the devouring culture,make peace glow. 17:30:08:14:30

He'd return after decades Spent in imagination. Month spent in reality. He'd return to the House of comedy,here,to crack an heart-taking,wits-arresting,Emotions- devouring,Land-quaking joke. He'd return with a robust neck Seasoned with weeping nerves. The joke cracker,Let's hear.....
Before he return'd The gym-ed rodents embroided with pleasant 6-packs had summoned a meeting-Impromptu- Behing the large hall-Hall of fame! They'd discuss'd- "Welcome,ye family of pointed teeths. We're here to announce the pending return of the Jester. So,with deep regards floating on apprehended stats. Let's invade the large hall- Hall of fame. And destroy his valuable documents. Let's give room for hanky-panky. Let's disorganize his hood...."
In succession of their meeting, They'd prick the discussion by it hem. And now after he'd return. All we heard and will hear is; "A Cracking news that's about to break- It takes time before news are broken here-. The federal territory has been invaded by gyming rats full of unpreceedented mights and stats. We would like to elate your heart that the palace is disorganized....."
And after that, they'll deep their deflowered hand Into the draining purse. One hundred and fifty thousand dollars to buy insecticide to eliminate these terrorists-gyming rats.
After that they'll demolish the Palace on accounts of the terrorists providence. They'll tame their hearts, They'll tame their wealths. They'll tame their consciousness,patience,love and mistake them for cleverness' Vice.
I've heard them talk of it. I've seen it happened. Rats now are braced with heart pouncing powers. I haven't heart of this before; Rats with Bewitching 6-packs,luring hearts Into corruption. Very soon, They'll say,the terrorist have consumed '1000000 dollars' before His arrival. They'll say,yea,they'll fashion a qoute from their glottis company; "None can be underestimated,even rodents are now terrorists."
Hmmm...... This Jesters! 17:28:08:15:16

Lovely poems...

GLAMOROUS TROUBLE
Man mate with himself, Woman bethrot to herself. Corruption,now the best food, Absurdity,now the best rule. Tattered men on Ceasar's robe, Tied down mentally,psychologically by bondage's rope. Yet,he feel relieved. Yea,she in destruction believed. Who will save us; the sea rumble, From the glamorous trouble?
Let hail come i pray! Disorganise their hood i say. Let honour flee from them, That maybe they'll regain their sense. But can that thing toss Or will have them all doze? Alright! Divorce foolishness, Thy body is not cardboard, Why imprint on it with ink blood? He is he and not she, Let he he and she she. Absurdity should be not thy food, Else to the creator you're a fool. Pierce us not again with thy folly, Thy acts incur on us wrath from the holy. Thy ebullience may metamorphose, If by heart you make not the right choice.
Ebony of disgrace, Cauldron of our race. Ace in sleek-destructive plan, That had deflowered our clan. Save us!-;who will save us;the sea rumble From this glamorous trouble? c.2017

Poetry not allowed?

Maybe i should become a toad, And lurk in the british embassy. Among the chairs and heart-broken files, Sitting on millions of deflowered flies. Then when they're boarding the plane Will i hop and hop towards them. And as they often do to me Will they ignore and erect their attention. And then will i climb the stairs, And saunter till i get up there. And beneath one of their shoes will i shelter. That my safety can in Joyful dreg abound. Then as The plane takes off,will i be elated,to behold Washington. But what if he steps on me? What if...? What will i do?
If i am a Jelly-Fish, Glowing in pride beneath the sea. And my existence is special, To tamkalash and all disgusting folks? Then will i swim from Nigeria, To different parts of the world. And as the dawn dawn will i transform,when Washington is Wrought in my sight. But what if a wanderer wanders to my path,coupled with his prey holder, To withheld breath from me? What if he catches me in his net? What if...? What will i do?
Oh i know! I'll bid my worms. Till i become an eagle. And i'll soar and soar from coast to coast,ridges to ridges, Hills to hills,mountains to mountains,valleys to valleys, stream to stream and after the long and streneous adventure. Will i be elated by glittering roads, flowered streets,virgin cars, pleasant houses,gorgeous damsels, diligent Juveniles,rigid electricity. Boasting companies- Washington's regalias. Then will i mount on a fig tree, And transform to the real me. And measure the beauty of the land, With my heart,eyes and hands. But what if as i soar in pride My rival denies me of my stand? What if her air blows pass me And press breath out of my heathen draws? Or if a egg-bellied littlun, Fed with curry goats points his arrow To make of me a fun? What if he aim at me? What if he aimed right?- Heaven forbid!,stop thinking that way. But what if? What if....? What will i do?
But of onething i'm i sure, And to my moistured heart is it pure. That before the death of this year, Loose the knot,i'll be there! 17:26:08:20:43

'Lamb steaks and Baccaroni, Embroided with sweet potatoes'. Life tossed him around and Dazed him with threatening pleasures. Then did he take up a tag to himself, Proclaiming; 'JESUS WILL COME TOMORROW'.
The deceived that perceived The air the emanated from his Glottis,took the matter outrageously, Went to hay before his dawn And strecth'd out all their Flithy atrocities like unto a lawn.
Anxious had gone to The deceased parents to Lay his acts and departed ordeals. Matters of decades that the earth Had swallowed was ressurrected Because of the coming of the Lord- he had Said 'I killed your son'.
Promiscuity had ran into The big complex to say her Prayers of reconcilement and forgiveness. Speaking in throngs and in words. The dread of hell hopped in her heart Hence,hours did she spent,praying to be forgiven Before the Lord's arrival.
Gun had edged his ways Towards the dean of wealth and health He had laid down his gun With ocean of words Flowing out of his loosed glottis. 'We killed the commissioner'; On account of the Lord's arrival.
Commotion was bethroted To hail of confusion and desertion. The Heaven of deception had released Saliva of turmoils having picnics In the nooks and crannies of the earth; At the course of the Lord's arrival.
3hours had gone,seven, Nine,twelve,seventeen in succession. No sign of leprosy on the bewitched skin Of the earth bethroted to corruption.
Promiscuity had prayed words out of her mouth; It seemed the arrived has been extended. The giver of the rumour is now deceased And none is to apprehend him for he deceived.
Hail stone and sulphur seemed to pause Who is fit, to resume the next episode? Twenty two hours had crawled toward the dusk And the dawn is emerging without the Lord's arrival.
Then did the confess-er And the astound confess-ee Were drown in confusion. The lifter of the horn Had been lifted and torn. Who will bail them?; the arrival of the Lord.
Promiscuity resumed her relay Gun had regretted his pleasant confession. The trucks of soldier trooping Anxious' tattered and elegant abode. 'Men without eyes seeing demonic blood.' He was caught ; Arrival of his death.---
His arrival is foretold But it's emergence is yet and unknown. Who claims to be the sun when the sun is gone? So is his second coming veil'd,even to the Son. 17:20:08:20:47

Targatus had come and gone. Heimann had had his fun. Enchaptus wouldn't have gone so soon.
Still born are the reason of the emerging moon. The still borns, Inverses sorrowful dirge to fun. Learning had had it that still borns are the born deads. Learning had made her mistakes,for most alives are deads.
Born with silver spoon connotes nothing. Ointment of blessing oozing from you makes you wanting. Recycling in birth and death; Nigeria is endowedly choked in still births. 17:22:08:11:58

Spent years ruminating on What he will look like; He will be groomed in two, Curved beneath his moustache, Full of eyes and cunny craft, Two eyes supported by a fin- No,he will look adsurd. Ok,let him look like me. Let his mind be on his heart fixed: Then i made him in stress and in pain. Heatened fire made me companion. Weariness prevailed over me: After his creation: Now,he looked into my eyes and said 'You don't exist'. Please,what should i do to him? 17:20:08:21:52

She had waited on the bed for him, To come and serve her the usual meal. Three hours had gone without notice, Waited still,knew the requirement; not a novice. Then he came around; A short boxer,paired singlet abound. Already in the mood to pay the bills, And leave with her sorrow in clothing's peace. Then they're drown. He's caressing the hole with his nails. Moaning was her,in her desire burn. Raising legs and hearts and inner tails. Sin had mated with christians;drown in spell. The only highway to hell. 17:20:08:21:27

When i expect to hear, From the queen of beauties. By jail'd was my ear, And my heart's on duties.
Her words and talks, Often makes me scales pride's hut. But now,no more talks. I'm afraid she's hurt or by danger bought.
Weavers beseeches me, But my emotions will not accept. Dishes of different meals Before me. But won't eat because my queen is my precept.
I'm hungry of you. Bind me again with those pleasant rules. Sue me again to the court of heart. Gat me up and dump me in the sky.
I want you queen. I'm sure at last my emotions will win. But how long will you; Princess!? Scold me with thy absence? 17:20:08:19:28

Bubu ke......Hahahaha

Na so i enter motor dey comot,
Leave sam wey still dey cook for domot.
As i siddon inside the danfo,
Na im one thing kon happen.
"Witty matter",Oyinbo go call am,but
No laugh Oo.

As the motor they blow go,
E get one bros wey siddon for the back of my front.
You don dey vex ni?
I mean sey for the front of my back.
Na the bros cos the matter. But
No laugh Oo.

As we reach one bustop like that.
You know Lagos bustops name na.
Name wey be like bitter cola for heart.
You know wetin kon funny me?
The bros face be like prayer point.
No laugh Oo.

Eno teyl before the bros friend enter siddon.
because the bros senior the person wey enter.
Na im yawa kon gas,
Kasala too follow. But
No laugh oo.

'My guy how far na'.
Na the bros dey greet the guy so.
'Owo mi da?',the conductor don collect money for the guy hand.
Na im the bros kon dey tell the guy,
Sey make e collect the money back,sey im go pay.
No laugh Oo.

The guy kon dey tel the bros sey make e no worry.
You know as you dey do if person wan pay your money-
You go first dey claim frosh.
Na im the guy too dey do.
But guy ih no work oo. But
No laugh Oo.

The bros beg the guy so tey,
People even shook mouth.
As the guy kon dey think sey,
The bros suppose put the money for im pocket na.
As he see sey he no ask am again,he kon open im mouth.
No laugh Oo.

'Oya bros bring am'
Na im everybody kon dey look the guy.
Shu!,the money wey you no want?
'Bros na play i dey na,you suppose put the money for my pocket as mama shuki dey do na'.-
You don dey laugh?
No laugh Oo.

Naija guys?
Chai diaris God Oo.
17:18:08:11:12

The thick darkness calls at me,
But what league do we have in common?
The heightened atmosphere beckons to me,
But my interest; moistured and forlorn.

The singing toads and howling crickets,
The berries and almonds speaking in tongues.
The bewitching owl got me in her thicket,
Now choked in the pleasantries of her throngs.

Grotesque shape salutes the nooks and crannies.
Now a scotting lizard later a stooping hunter.
My fear levitated from venus to other axis,
Before the ray of my lover glitters.

More fear,dreads did darkness lent me.
Till the longing lover defeated me.
17:19:08:22:28

Am a guy....thanks bro!

I
'Fine boy looking ugly', Dread lock,crazy jean,vassace palm, Gucci wrist-watch,Iphone 7s,painted roof, Eight damsels,twelve olosho and three extra phones. Frosh!
12-5am; his internet vigil. Hunting wealth in wealthy forests. He doesn't give a shit,if the culprit is his niece, Or rather blood bond of any related vagabond. Cash!
He risk his destiny; unknowingly. Three years of luxury,two minutes in a cell, Decades and millenium in hell,eternity in lake of fire. A swift pleasure is swallowed by an haughty destruction. Gone!
II
'Fat/plumpy stomach,gulder belly' The gossip of hippoppotamus. Was elected among the top eleven, To defend his team and score a goal. He shot the ball,and that was a Goal!
It's sweet to break opponent's heart- 'Cos it accompanies honour to you. After a goal and the half time- To score is interesting-,on the pitch,he kept scoring. Misused!
Now,the referee had blown the whistle. Full time,but he won't leg go off the ball. He wants to score more and more goals- Since goal is interesting. But the police manhandled him. Gosh!
Later,he was released. And was placed on the pitch again. Because he was skilful in legs, And dusts served as entourages to his sole. Welcome!
He read the history of the club, And was unveiled to him-players that had rob. William,Imole,Iyanu's parents are included. Then he intended to score few goals but many fouls. Decision!
He attracted more attentions with fouls, After each match he returns to his abode. With variants gains from the fans. He disguised to the fans and mates. To him it's Revenge!
What his fore father missed; Preceeded rulers had took their wealth. So he decided to score more goals than his father. 'The latter is supposed to be wealthier than former'. Revenge!
Sooner or Later,he was convicted, 'Three hundred and fifty billion dollars'. Eighty flats coupled with twenty duplex. Fleets of exorbitant cars and oceans of Jets. Eliminated!
III
'Abracadabra,oh ihmmmm' White suit,white tie,white sole, White cars,white Bible but black soul. Twenty concubines,three Asanmu*. Pastor!
"We'll be holding a great programme, Most mighty men of God will be present. Fast,pray and come with filled pocket. 'Who gives to God,will God return to". Thief!
"This holy water is prayed into by seven prophets, Three women and four fasting fierce men. It takes away ailments even before they arrive. Only Sold for five thousand naira,buy and be saved". Ajibole*
"This land of prayer is never deflowered. May 6th 1997,was it born. It's naming ceremony was done by a great prophet. But your entry fee is Five hundred naira." Avun!
Those sects, Listed above there. Offspring of Lucifer and Sheol. Higher killers. Sending souls And intuity on errand,at the Expense of precious souls and innocent clans.
They all are birds of same Feathers flockingly grooving together. Fresh face,annointed theif,ordained Robbers,elected killers,promoted takers,talented Liars,circumcised disguiser,corrupted priest, Honoured-men of rod,Slaves to mammon; they all are G-guys! 17:19:08:13:57

I doubt their will be heaven without the sky, I argue their will be moon when the sun is high. I doubt their will be day without the light, I doubt the stars will brag without the night. I argue their will be rich without the poor, Or if the sun does not retire the sky will pour? Daffodils will never be elated without the hay, Owl will never sing her dirge in the day.
Honour does not pitch her tent,without value. Value herself will not sprout in the absence of self-discipline. Who is called the king without humans? Or does the Lion governs over weeds and thorns? Without the Lord JESUS CHRIST,who are the legions of Angel? So do i doubt my existence without you,my Angel. 17:19:08:18:00