The Birth (Adeolu Timothy)

His birth foretold,
By Esias in the Old,
Through the scroll,
The prophesy unfold.
His birth lowly,
Although He's glory.
The Angels excited,
Relays to the Shepherd.
On hay He lays,
His throne in a manger,
His Crown renounced,
To pay for the sinners.
Through the virgin,
He came untainted.
Though divine,
In flesh he dwelt.
Hail Mary I hear,
Joseph I salute.
The sacrifice,
The courage.
The pregnancy,
The birth,
All for MY KING
Halle... I chant,
In celebration of MY KING,
A Child is Born!
The Prince of Peace!
Fhysx © 2015

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MAAMI

Maami , The molder, The Teacher, The disciplinarian. Your igbati-igbamu Is the best tool I’ve ever seen When it comes to child training, Your igbaju olooyi is the best choice For Cognitive Recalibration Your winks and pinches Speaks volume, More than the best dissertation ever written. You spoke both words and lashes. Employing each at the right moments. Lashes were for the day, Words were for the nights. How and where you Got the confidence to beat with Orogun, I still wonder till date. They call it child abuse You call Ibawi Spare the rod, Spoil the child Was your daily watchword Stranger asked if I was birthed by you Or given out for servitude Yet at that, You were the sweetest. Countless nights you woke me, As if for a conversation, But I get welcomed From the sweet sounding sleep With a round of applause My face being the victim Even when I developed Tolerance to your beating You explored my b...

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

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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