This is a poem blog that explores everyday life in a way that is practical and simple

LETTER TO MY CRUSH

Know your beauty has dazzled me for way too long

And your voluptuous curvy physique makes me guilty

I FELT IN LOVE

Ever since I fell in love with you

The intimacy has been so sensational

Revelations

Some people usually have hidden revelations

Which they never want to let go easily in life

ITS A COMPETITIVE WORLD

The world has become very competitive

The lucky one are the ones who survive

DRUGS

The western showbiz is obsessed with drugs

The motivator that keeps the scene alive

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Premonition

Slow to rage, gentle and kind
Was bitter with the trials
Reality it has downed they better me
A desire do endure more has psyched
The spirits in me emotions so high
There is knowledge that I am victorious
Amid this I will preen and be keen
Get the might to finish a fight
And soldier with aggression
Get my want and fail no more
Hard the hurdle that I have to handle
If might is right, no more sight
Guilty instincts get the better of me
Or is it the lack of being decisive
To discipline my Rota and precision
Thank my alma mater I am here
Nigh the verge of greatness
Crystal clear it will be to me
When the journey will vindicate
I will not resign to fate when late
Formidable team I will form for action
Losses, am not going to tolerate
Pack your baggage off my precinct
My residence is spruced not for laxity
So lavish it is it will not tire
Gains made still awaiting for more
In victory I peg my survival
Destiny that is shaped by tiny
The money I wanted is not coming
No longer have I wanted it but to gain
I may not look that far sighted
It is what you are that helps
To play a role and master it

Monday, September 29, 2014

In 21 days





In 21 days something will happen
To positively affect your life
Believe and trust in the Almighty
To deliver a miracle within this period
Seek his way and remain steadfast
In faith not to be shaken by anything

In the meantime do something in that regard
A quest cannot come on a silver platter
It involves trial within this period
Seems like a dream it may now
But before the day is over
Something will surely happen

What if nothing ever happens
It means you never desired anything
Content you were with the little acquired
Which incidentally blurred the quest
Of attaining greater heights
Which you complain about

Life is indeed very mysterious
Everyone can attest to this as it changes
In quick succession events do happen
Discharging faster those never prepared
Carrying along those who are stable enough
Those who don’t get swayed easily by desires

That which will happen is for sure
It is a reality that should be pursued
Aggressively no relenting on the journey
Take heart when the psyche diminishes
Revive it with the precision of a hunter
Who never gives up until bait ensnared

 But who do you believe in
Literally this is a rhetoric question
Trust me it is of essence to have faith
Plays a great role to keep going
Not to lose track when forging ahead
Remember to keep the spirit of success

Hope you are not doubtful about prospects
For indeed something happened
Even before the lapse of this piece
You have acquired something important
To keep you going in this life
So surely something is going to happen

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Environmental Debauchery



The purity of a place is in the simplicity of comfort
It is sanctity that makes nature a marvel
Any impurity as a result distorts the integrity
Hence adulteration of any kind is a curse 
Wait, isn’t impurity what maketh nature
Flora and Fauna thrive in impure environments
Likewise humans as we adapt to nature’s effects
We set standards that seldom are enforced
Penalties that are weak in execution and vindictive
Still we have the audacity to follow others blindly
Especially when we think they act cooler than us
Are we sane or prisoners of our own conscience?

Look at the rot that is accumulating in the milieu
None wants to address the soaring undeserved filth
Looks like pollution has reigned its tentacles on us
Seen in the way we even handle our WCs
Our sewers are blocked and clogged due to abuse
They are leaking and an eyesore that need nipping
Yet taking the maiden step so hard to address this

The lumber who blotted the landscape failed to replant
The vicinity looks robbed of its magnificence and valor
No longer that striking and beautiful scenery 
Yet we are thinking of making this world a better place
How will we stand and be counted in making a difference
By having the audacity to tackle the vices head on
For the benefits of destruction don’t outweigh conservation

We deafen our ears and blind our eyes to the reality
Each day we dispose waste at our disposal haphazardly
While travelling, walking or within the places we stay
But who is willing to take the bold step and be counted
To address the failures that result in loss of welfare
If we have the nerve to make the world a better place
Then a clean the world and heal it off massive waste
And the destruction of nature’s resources without care
Our folly is that we have perfected the art of laxity
Slowly contributing to the mundane and lackluster lifestyle


Saturday, September 27, 2014

If tomorrow ever comes


One day I will marvel  the fruits of my labour
I shall rejoice and be glad in the aftermath
Like a lark I will be gay at my luck
In the event that I will have flourished
After hope had shrunk and patience gone

On that fateful day of my come up
I will stand tall and be like a peacock
None will stop my quest and resolve
Complete with fragile agility so secure
Only grace respite the new found vanity

Yet that day I don’t want to be arrogant
My mien should be charming and meek
Like a humble lamb I want to be revered
Neither do I intend to rub any shoulders
The wrong way to invoke undue odium

That very day I will hold a gala
To celebrate with all and sundry
Who stood by my side persistently
After the celebration comes to an end
Reality will dawn but life has to continue

The sorrows of yesterday will be no more
Scarcity erased and superfluity welcome
In my life to the thrones of eternity
But if tomorrow will ever come to be
Then I will marvel the fruits of my labour

Friday, September 26, 2014

VICTORY AWAITS

I must confess I hate the way
Life is just full of Isaac and Ruth
A fall a day a marvel the next
Like symphony that radiates composure
Seldom worry and gay for your victory
However innard you may feel the pressure
Never let it get into your leisure
Gratify the less and seek for more
Pleasure comes with contentment and zeal
Satisfaction can brew in a laxity feel
Crop your instincts with authentic peace
Suffer not at the hands of mild troubles
Rectify the err and seek sagacious solutions
Not forgetting to be diplomatic and tactful
It gives the confidence people want
Other times be aggressive and composed
Feel as if you are alone in this world
Get your space and mull over it
Let your brain spin faster than light speed
Again use less physical vis to be peptic
Surround your aura with optimistic favor
Times criticize however worthy the deal
I have said this over again
It will take time but not infinite
As every dog has its day
To bliss and merry at life rewards
Juxtapose all the goods in line
Make them asymmetric in their own space
Resort to habits that are developmental
Confess that you posses the best among the rest
Let it jel your ambitions and endeavors
Good  that  tribulations will make you strong
Just as critics help you in curving a niche

Thursday, September 25, 2014

In the Church



Silence begets you on entry
You need to follow the cue
You know it
The grounds are worth it
The respect
No joking in this place
Holy ground
No questions
Listen attentively
Even when being talked about
Feign ignorance
For sometime it may be severe
Do they study psychology?
And hold one captive

Solemnly
Give what you brought
Nothing is little
Even your own heart
Giveth the hand is blessed
Generosity is a virtue
Never speak of that offertory
Mum
You will be blessed
For nothing is good
Than to wait to be fêted
Shall come
Socialize a little bit
Times pour your troubles
Love its reservation
No change
Just being in tandem
So it does pay 

To shed those sins

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Dazzling Rendezvous

The air did have a cool breeze
So soothing and tantalizing
It helped us to escape
The air that was the city
The vistas were so lovely
Allowing light and mild heat
The most relieving place to be
Swaying the trees did in unison
And the roaring of the river relaxed
The serenity of the atmosphere did pacify
Aroma of the fresh air
Gave life and reduced excitement
So graceful the aura was
Letting the scenery au fait (to be in control)
How attractive and marvelous to watch
The flora that brought back nostalgic memories
Unruffling the muscles and mind
To think with ease and act soberly
The sound of the birds chirping
Made life a new break in dawn
They did give us peace of mind
And the air made blood in the body flow
Like a river at the source to the heart
The green nature had an intrigue
It made us fall in love unconditionally
Without any effort at all
Seamless with a combined flow
That radiates the light at heart
At palpitates with natural rapidity
The fauna was so bravura
And we liked the chicness of the scenario
No pollution even on the waters
Fresh from the spring with allure
Of tasting and feeling its joy
The was it touched was amazing
When shall we go back?

Terminal is just a must

Friday, September 19, 2014

UNKNOWN



 A vicious thug he was
Sedulously he did his actions
Mastery of his act was so real
Smart I can say his deeds were
He did work well with wit
Residences he had in every hood
To the agony of the boys in blue
Underground tunnels he did have
To connect to them in his search
In a word discreet to the core

With finesse that was unmatched
Escaping one trap after another slyly
This is the man that we all fear and dread
His name sends shivers among the elite
Wow in his crony were the big shots
So nobody did dare him with mere threats
Please give me a break of this crap
The truth remains the truth whether good or bad

Police once managed to corner him
I luck a better word to say of his terror
He was in his house at the coast relaxing
Only the men in blue never new something
Stealthily they crept into his abode
What shall we do he did ask those near
We don’t lack any options my boss
That was the chief boss of the police
Speaking to one of his own in the mix
The submarine is just a mile away
We can use the tunnel before them

Before long they were in the submarine
Having again duped the police in their own game
That is who we call the maestro of the pitch
But for how long shall he do this with ease
What of the navy along the coast to aid
The commander in chief had interests
And that is what the impasse was now
Another one again has escaped
What! Just like that with no fear  
This is our world a world of no fear

Thursday, September 18, 2014

A subtle intrigue


Very difficult to fathom
When they are together
What goes on?
In their instincts
That point in time
Is it insidious?
Likely
However there is need
To avoid rush decisions

Look at their faces
What goes on?
Are their eyes darting
Or having questions
That we wait is a must
They may be agents
Spies to keep watch
That also a matter
I conclude of conjecture

Now to be realistic
They may be angels
Treat them right
No suspicion
Only optimism
They will be of aid

But I am afraid
Usually no easy
To be at ease
Lest confidence is gained
Sure it is right
To have a thought
Also hidden like theirs

Do we demystify?
Our fears
Let them know
To avoid conflict
It is not good
To live a lie
But who shall stand
Face it
This cryptic veil