Adumaradan (Niyi Osundare)

Your love engulfs me
As the harmattan overwhelms the heat
I will pledge a thousand favours to the wind
To courier my voice to your ears
Adumaradan, come close to me
So you can behold the honour of my presence
Since the day I set eyes on you
Since the day I had a glimpse of your beauty
Your love has ridden me like a horse of wild winds
I cannot sleep; repose is far from my eyes
Adumaradan, come close to me
So you can behold the honour of my presence
Adumaradan of inestimable beauty
You are the palm oil, honour of the soup
You are the whiteness which proclaims the splendour of the teeth
You are camwood, deep red in the house of beauty
Adumaradan, come close to me
So you can behold the honour of my presence
What is the weaverbird’s work if not the building of wondrous nests
What is the crab’s task if not the digging of holes in the swamp
What job has the scarab beetle besides the music of the heights
What is the lover’s duty if not the pouring of honey into the ears of the beloved
Adumaradan, come close to me
So you can behold the honour of my presence
Teeth-whiter-than-new-coins, owner of the alluring toothgap
She of the bouncing buttocks, who-adorns-the-chest-with-breasts
*Adufe*, paragon of beauty so full of wisdom
Come let’s play the game of the young and free
Adumaradan, come close to me
So you can behold the honour of my presence.

Comments

Aponbepore

Your look is like the gaze of the sun, Like ice, it melts my heart. Your smile compares to an evening sunset over the sea, It summons and arouses my feeling for nature. Your sparkling white teeth Reminds me of the glittering stars On a full moon night. Just Like the moon peeps behind cloud, Your eyeballs stare beneath its lids. How much I long for that look The alluring one. To pull me out of my skin, To a journey beyond the creeks. Pope Fhysx © 2017

Happy Birthday Pope Fhysx (King Kyle)

The first time I got my soft hands on a poem, God bless the Pope, it's on his birthday. I wish him with this... Very soft poem I have a thing I name hope. Having it always helps me cope. Any day, anywhere tho' I lope With any man and his scope. Any time, any dime, I go dope. I am with a thing I call hope. With it, I scale anything and make the slope Any length, any breath I still cope Any height, any range, I feel dope. Rightly, with pen in my hand I feel like Alexander Pope. What is the Roman Catholic Church without the Pope? Who am I? How can I? Without my hope. Long live my hope. Long live FHYSX tha Pope. Happy Birthday, Adeolu Timothy, aka Pope. King Kyle

Values (Adeolu Timothy)

What is singing without the song? What is the song without the singing? What is painting without the paint? What is the paint without the painting? What is writing without the ink? What is the ink without the writing? What is living without the life? What is the life without the living? What is loving without the love? What is the love without the loving? I'll pay a thousand cattle just to have your heart. Pope Fhysx © 2016

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