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Ifedayo Mayowa Poem
I let you break the door to my soul,
You savoured the flavour there in
Only you did,
But the broken door gave me pain
I let you, cos of the sweetened words
Issuing forth from your honeyed lips
I let you, cos those words tells of your love for me
And it enchants me,
It sapped me, and pets my stubborn soul
You kissed me passionately
With the girdle of your muscular arm all about me
You cooed words laced with rhythm like strains of Celine into my tender ear
I quiver like a leaf by a flowing river
As I opened the passage to my soul
You entered me, you took me
My painful moan tickles your shaft
You unleashed your manfulness over me
And I felt with all the nerve in my body,
Your shaft stirring the abyss of my hole
You quiver, like you were epileptic
This time, I heard your groan-moan
And a milky fluid from your shaft rained on my navel
Weariness engulfed my whole
I barely could raise a bone
I saw you walking to door,
Hoping a meal would follow your return
I made out of the bed to bath
And await your coming
Alas! My wait was a waste
Copyright © Ifedayo Mayowa | Year Posted 2016
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Ifedayo Mayowa Poem
At eventide,
Under the roseate glow
Of the receding evening sun
I sauntered down the road
To where my beloved dwell
Not far-off from my own abode
Fast by his threshold
A low moan issued from his room
I made open the unlocked door
And so I happened upon him
Mightily taking his mistress
My eyes grew wide in shock
I made as if to storm,
But then stopped
Loosed upon me, an exquisite pain
Felt with every fibre of my being
Soundlessly, I turned around
Post-haste, homeward bound
In great dolour, I walked onward
Carrying my enfeebled feet
Heedless of the lowering clouds
Lightning flashing, thunder pealing
Yet I walk onward
And so the heaven opened
Pouring, the rain
The entire me suffused with it
Thus I quiver in frost, yet
I walked my leaden leg in the drenching rain
And so the inky blackness of the night cast over me
The evanescent rain went home
Afterwards , I gained my shelter
All rain-drenched
I laid, inert in my bed
With an unblinking stare,
My eyes cast into the void
Benightedly, I fell in the arms of Morpheus
And I saw the door opened with a groan
Came in, my inconstant lover
He drew nearer and sat fast by me
I couldn't cast a look at him
For scalding tears welled up in my eyes
He pillowed my head on his chest
And nursed me in his arms
Touched his lips to my locks
Now patting, now caressing
My shoulder, my tresses
His heart beating pitter-patter
He held the nape of my neck
And with an undertone voice
Whispered to my ear
Forgive my failings, my Inamorata
You're a vision of beauty,
And you're my true love.
I harkened to the honeyed words
Falling from his silver tongue
My heart leapt
Thus, hungrily,
I bathed his lips with sensuous kisses
And I melted into his embrace.
I arouse from my slumber, behold!
E'en the murky darkness of the night
Has passed away
And the sun, smiling in the heavens
But my heart, still heavy with pain
Alas! Who to bring solace to my lugubrious tear-stained visage
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Ifedayo Mayowa Poem
Bless me, oh bless me
For my heart that I gave you alone
Bless me with a trust for you
If the heaven is black,
Don't tell me of it's ruddy glow
Don't tell me leaves are black,
Don't tell me goats fly
Let me see the realness of your utterances
Be pellucid as crystal
Be pure as spring
Reality heals,
Even after a painful stung
Bless me, oh bless me
With untainted reality of your words
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I cast my gaze heavenwards
To a place where the love angels dwell
I can't see you, but hear my words
And my heart desires as well
She placed her heart on a platter
Not for me to consume nor to savour
But to keep ahold and cherish forever
Yet, shower upon a sheer ardour
Dear love angels hear my plea
Life changes like a quicksilver
I know not tomorrow, though I see
But I yearn to keep her forever
Quell my worries, my fears too
I'm possessed with ardour
If I lose this jewel, I'd be a fool
And ridded of heavenly favour
Would you rather plume out now
Perchance I'll see your celestial visage
As you clad in a holy alabaster gown
And set your ear towards my message
Bless me with plenitude of wealth
So I can give her a paradise
And from all quarters of the earth,
Pluck her the treasures of life
Copyright © Ifedayo Mayowa | Year Posted 2015
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How, oh how did I get here?
Where was my head,
How did my leg walk me here
The soil of guilt,
A place not to visit
I see no blood,
Yet I feel pain, nay excruciating heart ache
That I could make the sun reset,
Or make the clock fleeting leg walk backwards
My head would chose the path not taken
For my feet to walk.
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Can mere words heal my soul?
Can their counsel cure my sickness
Why does my lips tell to the ears
With no balm to my excruciating plight
I tell and tell again,
They listen and listen again
As I say with an unseen rivulets of tears from the abyss of my weary heart
Little I know yesterday,
That here I am alone
That only me bears my cross
No family, no friend
Even samaritans are long dead
No one would come by
I live alone, and will die alone
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Ifedayo Mayowa Poem
O! Grim reaper
I know of your essence
Instrument of fate
But your bones should be weary and leaden
Your scythe should have slacked it's thirst for gore
For numberless souls have you shuffed their mortal coil
Yet, you hunger after more
Though you're blameless, a true-hearted servant
You're blind to gold and silver
You're heartless; deaf to piteous cry
Alas! Your end is nigh
Ultimately, you shall be cast into a fiery mere
And humanity shall live forever more
Our flesh shall not wrinkle, neither shall our hair grizzled
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Ifedayo Mayowa Poem
I told my darling wife - you're my life,
You're beautiful and I love you
She gave me a dead smile
With her fathomless eyes filled with sadness
Do you love me because I'm beautiful? - she asked
Yes my love, you're beautiful - I said
Suddenly, her eyes welled up in tears
My dear, why do you have a teary eyes?
She said; I grief the love that will die soon
Oh! My love, why would our love die soon?
She held my hands firmly, fixing her pretty glare into my eyes saying:
I may be beautiful like flower this morning,
But I'll wither soon at night
I may twinkle like the stars up in the sky
But my spark won't shine till morning
I may be as bright as the noonday sun
But I won't shine through the murky night
I may be beautiful now to earn your love
But won't it die when my hair grizzled and break away
When wrinkle maps my face and my smile makes me uglier
When my eyes can barely see
How you've aged over time, yet handsome
When my bosom ruptures like airless bag
When my beautiful lips grow dry and pale
Would you still love me then
When my beautiful fade away into time
Copyright © Ifedayo Mayowa | Year Posted 2017
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Ifedayo Mayowa Poem
Beautiful,
The roseate glow
Of the lunar moon
The light it shed
Touches the earth
O! a coruscating brilliance
A touch of red,
It could mean love
Love?
Perhaps the moon
Has been speared,
Ran through with cold steel
Shedding scalding tears
In gory pool
Sun,
stars
And other heavenly bodies
Have you done this?
Have you killed our moon?
Why does she glow in gore?
Will she breathe again?
Will she glow
To lit our inky night again?
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I left my parents behind,
My name change, my home too
I followed you on a life time journey
I feed your hungry belly
And your raging shaft too
I'm a woman, treat me right
For nine months,
I walk around the world
Carrying inside me another you
The little you, Bradley
A bearable burden just for love
I'm a woman, care for me
Before anything,
You come first
In my mind, nothing else matter
I breathe for you ,
And will die for you
I'm a woman, respect me
Don't call me weak
Don't call me irrelevant
I can make you sick
I can kill you too
My strength is mightier than a typhoon
I'm a woman, my power is immeasurable
Copyright © Ifedayo Mayowa | Year Posted 2016
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