Christmas Is Here Again

Christmas is here again

With its carols, singings, and funfairs 

Packed with jingles and stories

Some interestingly funny and others scary

Lots of much expensive shopping and choppings 

Borrowing for so much fun and goods

Borrowed or not, its Christmas they say

Lots of fryings, cooking, and toasting

Friends and families calling far and near

With almost never-ending party hosting

"Oh Holy Night," says the Christmas song

With stars brightly shining and divine

A night of giving and thanksgiving

This Holy night is now partying night

plagued with selfishness and greed

a high state of ingratitude; never giving

No thought for the "Little Lord Jesus"

Whose glorious birth we rejoice

when the Christmas is come and gone

Soon the charades will be gone and forgotten

Only those precious Holy moments we had

Characterized by thankfulness and love

remains indelible in the mind all year.

My Soul Delight In Writing

I will write and write I will

Write about the gorgeous world

The sun, moon and brilliant stars

I will write about the politics of the West

The turbulence serendipity of the East

The tranquility perspicacity of the South

The capacious hullabaloos of the North

Yes! I will write and write well

Even about the devil and hell

About the subjugated exquisiteness of Africa

Her appealing dexterousness hands

Her grandeur Lilly-encompassing lands.

Oh yes! I will write about what I feel

Whether or not it is true, false, fake or real

The verisimilitude blessings of Heaven

The vicissitude of mortality

I will write, write, and write about humanity

But my friend will you have the time to read

Whether or not my words will be corralled

Whether what I write makes nous or not

Romeo dying for Juliet was a tragic history

Today it is a quixotic story. 

So I will write in weather cold or hot

Yes! I will write about religion and culture

The exasperation of the virile bantam creature

Or its appealingly womanly antagonist friend

The elation, discomforts, glee and angst of womanhood

The jostles, egos, otiose gaits of manhood

The pen is mightier than mighty swords

Making the ecosphere read and read my words

My soul delight in writing; striking like lightening.

The Month of FEBRUARY

A month of many doves

carrying gifts packs of love

too many lovers to give

as if no other time to live

A month of broken promises

based on unfounded excuses

a perfect time to love depart

with little to love the impact

It is the December of love

with kisses falling from above

through painted red lips

and irresistibly dancing hips

A month where "I love you" invites

for 'bedmatics' all through the nights

giving many undesired 9 months contract

because of the many night contacts

A month where promiscuity  unmasked

blatantly in the name of Valentine

giving side chicks momentary 'joyfulment' 

forcing the centered chicks to 'lonelyment'

if these are the packages of Val

Romeo won't agree to die for Juliet 

The Sabbath: A Day of Gratitude

With six days to labor

In all of earthly ports of harbor

The Sabbath definitely is a day

To give of all our thanks away

For the Sun, Moon, Stars, and rain

The blood that flows in the vein

The joy of loved ones around

For harvest and fruits of the ground

For small and great Delightful Inspirations

Which spurs noble mortal directions

For blessings of the gift of life

Blessings that gives joy in strife

For the joy of the glorious Gospel

With its life-enriching splendid principles

Oh! The Sabbath, a great delight

Illuminating the mind with eternal light

With six days to labor

In all earthly ports of harbor

The most recompensing is the Sabbath day

To give of all our thanks away

Happy Birthday To An Exquisite Jewel

When I ruminate on the 4th day of January

Wedged in my cognizance a great pearly

Its not about ornament or trinket

But a great paragon so translucent

I speak of no bravura earthly other

Than my ebulliently gorgeous Mother

Nomenclated beautifully as Seleipiri

With a divine gist: God choose for me

For nine months I respired in her womb

Myriad of days I nourished from her breast

So saccharine like fresh honey-comb

While I cruised through infancy nest

Oh how I love you dearest mother

Your tender hands washed my skin

And offered to the world a delightful being

Your lovely bosom warmed me all night

As I snooze hearing your silvery voice

Making my petite heart in dream rejoice

Shed deluge of tears for me when sickening

Relentlessly imploring Heaven for my healing

While crushing down on bended knee

All for a scraggy bantam precious me

Am ever grateful to God Almighty

For a priceless benediction like you.

This comes to you on the day you were born

That you mean more than words can fathom

Happy wonderful Birthday Dear Mother

May your days on earth be longer