More of your blessed Breasts... By OGIDIOLU

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MORE OF YOUR BLESSED BREASTS

Albeit, in my infantile
Amoral being breaching two bridges
Intruding tongue lingering
Caution not from my leaping lips
And the pampered twins
At the balcony of your chest
Lured my merry mouth
I pressed, I squeezed
And I did not
Know its noble name.

But today
I speak of your succulent breasts
And the two dark dots
I licked like candy
Pinked my troublesome lips
Black seeds they seemed
But my tongue whispered
They are flesh of the flesh
See;I sucked, I tapped
And the twilight of time
Bore me no grasp
For I knew not its treasured title.

So, let me hear
The breathing of your breasts
Melt my gentle palm
Sheepishly massaging
Deep down the follicles
Of your emollient breasts
Feed my mouth more
With your flourishing milk
They have despised your breasts
They fail all the tests
But, let me sip again
From the flowing wisdom
At your neat nipples
Ceaseless craving creeps me
Of your blessed breast
Mother Africa.

Ogidiolu Afrocentric
130715

Treasure Heart...By Kayode Oyedotun

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TREASURE HEART

 

At the foresight of creation 

Your glory exude and ease tension 

Valuable asset for all generation 

Fragile in look weak in voice 


 

Yet full of strength in decision making 

You are a blessing not just for me

But to human kind 

Your kindness envelope you with grace 


 

Oh my dame my damsel my seed of love

Priceless jewel complete bride 

Quintessential in my planning 

Pointer to my seeing

 

Synergy to my heart 

Tender succulent gentle in touch 

Humble and sobber to her crown 

You met me at the point of need 

 

And you created meet and mint

Now am in new heaven of love 

Worm in this oven of love

Worldly dames worldly needs.

Oh Love ASAKE... By LADY MEDECIA

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Asake Asake!!
She's the morning beauty
 the rhythm of her footstep
gave my brother an hep
her black white eyeballs daring
fair in all part down to heart
her brain claiming to be brilliant and smart

Can someone spare me a pose??
every head wants to poke nose
her voice wakes every dull spirit
the journey of her steps inspirit
Let's take a sip and paddle together
you're worth the golden ink forever

Her appearance gives my nut a vibe
your gentle smile confuses in the lab
the curvy mapped hips is my dining table
My watery mouth is just a flable 

Asake!! Asake!!
Alade wants an hand
Alabi desires a band
take me on a journey with you
speak to my gentle steps of loo
and make our red ink spill in

Arewa Asake!!
Canoeing in the golden wave of love
and leaving our hands ungloved
your smile heals my pain
If I no love you wetin I gain
you're glittering to the heart
my ink approved the fact
just can't say it all
my heart can recall

She sent my fears away
and gives my weak thought a delay
pages of book can't be filled
you've grown to be healed
continue to grow in the joy of new songs 
with your driving feet kissing all thongs.

BLUNT TRUTH

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BLUNT TONGUE

Morning to you,
love and affection; 
in all times and seasons,
spillage of feelings, yet not sufficient,
for this love is immortal, it is Awelewa.

Love is truly amazing,
patience, test becomes best of love.
Love is truly sweet,
perseverance, to taste its sweetness;
love is a healer,
takes unwavering loyalty; 
to be healed by love.
Please persevere and;
understand my short comings
love will heal us at last... 

Love is imperfect,
imperfect because of expectations,
when anger vanishes and truth sets in...
then love becomes perfect!
Accept me for who I am, 
I'm never like anyone you've met, 
never like who you have seen or read;
I am  ME!

A chosen spokesman of my ancestors... Love me,
and love my ancestors,
they are blessed by the cosmos,
love me,
and love my destiny which is great,
love me
and love yourself, 
You, who is my rib and flesh...
To the sacrificial bond of love!!!

AFRICAN POLITY

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AFRICAN POLITY

 

Let me have a touch of your aura,

raising the knob of darkened altar,

splitting this hot steamed flower of life

into the oiled creamed beam of breath.

 

Genocide, Xenophobia, Massacre,

3 blood sucking brothers of the West,

who dwell beyond the mighty oceans

casting arrows of division since 1884.

 

Alas! flame returns with dizzy hiatus,

voices in millions chanting one love,

yet, continent is divided; stolen from.

All, with no Black Alliance; Sirte 1999!

 

By: ENOCH OJOTISA

www.akewiartshouse.com 

poetojotisa@gmail.com

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