ROMANCE WITH THE WOLVES

This is a poem I wrote, for a friend in quote.

This little story am about to share

Fellas I wish to have your ears.

It’s the story about the wolves

And how they get you there

Their mouths are sweet

Every night they want to tweet

They make you feel like the best

And later lures you into bed

Truly they don’t love you

All they do is destroy you.

Wolves on the street

With no blood stain on their teeth

In twilight they are beast

Ready to make you their feast

Working at night in the moonlight

Hiding behind the shadow of streetlight

Standing on high heels

Winking to the man behind wheels

Truly they don’t love you

All they do is destroy you.

Wolves in church

Making you to have a crush

Coming with the gospel

But their intention is to brush you

Always they want to preach

So to have you in their reach

They sing so sweet and make you feel the beat

They smile so lovely and dress so godly

But their intention is bad

Waiting for you to play the card

Truly they don’t love you; all they do is destroy you.

Wolves in school, always playing cool

Singing at your door step, sending you love text

Seen in fellowships, faking up relationships

Sexual perversion leading to several abortions

Waiting to steal your pride and later wave you goodbye

Wolves in the office, sipping a cup of coffee

With tie on their neck

Winking at you behind desk

Asking for a lunch date

Ushering you to the devils gate

Making you his bed mate

Deceiving you with birth control

making you to lose self control

Truly they don't love you, all they do is destroy you

Wolves on bb, on internet and on TV

Adding no moral values

Infiltrating our neighborhood

Teaching you to use condoms

Instead of making use of conduct

Showing you how to use the bed

Instead of making use of your head

Look around you

Wolves surround you

Sometimes you might not know it

But they live inside you

They are devil you need to tame

Devil that will bring you shame

Do it before it’s too late

Else you find yourself to blame.

Yommybishop………©August 2012

MY VERY FIRST NIGHT

It was 11:45 close to mid night

Silenced covered the house like a thick fog

Unable to sleep, staring at her lying gently on my bed sheet

This very night I felt like it, because ideas running so much in me like a beast

Desired pooled in my belly, like a vision in a 3D telly

I needed to engage my hands and explore every bit of my mind

Don’t know how to start but needed to touch the main part.

I started with a blind move; though my first attempt was not too good

Tremor shook through my body, lip biting, hand working

My mind was racing, sweating oozing profusely

When I finally got in the groove, it was a time to approve

I needed a real composure; it’s just part of my culture

So I decided to change position, to get a better coercion.

I went back and forth, thrusting and thinking

Hitting the right spot, stroking every bit of the sheet inking

I was driving deeper, not wanting to end

Yet I yearned for the release that was soon to come before the bend.

This was my pleasure; I needed the world to feel my measure

Everyone need to know, God gave me this unique treasure

Although my first night but I knew it won’t ever be my last

Now I’m good at it, every chance I have, I give my best to it

Every night she lays on my bed naked, always waiting for me to fill her in.
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My writing pad is just lovely, inspiring me to do more with ink

Now I’m a better writer, driving deeper and using my mind every inch.

It was a night of bliss, the first night my pen does a kiss.

Yommybishop.........April 2013

Dedicated to all first timers in writing Poetry, Prose, Articles, songs and other form of writing.

A VERY STRONG URGE

Who knows the heart of a man?

In his secret place, he tenders his discreet case

His mind dwindle like a bean weevil

The depth of his heart accommodates a holy evil

Full of dirt and an uncontrolled thirst

Predominated by the desire of an unholy indulgence

His closet dictates his mindset

As he lays himself on bed to rest

These signs manifest whenever the sunset.

Who knows the heart of men?

He rises every morning standing straight and erect

Postulating how he will be chosen as the elect

He mingles with others of same urge and social desire

Showing him ways she can be wooed as her admired messiah

He professes his love to her publicly

Enticing her with words of empty promises

He seduced her, making her blushing and gushing,

Overriding her interest with his longings

His aspiration is open to all but his intent his ever concealed.

On her bosom lays his head

His hands her ever playing on her chest

Her lips are full of rubies to feast

Soft and tender ready to be devoured by these beasts

Her milk is as fresh and nourishing

Supposedly meant to feed her future offspring’s

In her center of excellence, he invokes his pestilence

He defiled her virginity in the garden and capital city

Feeling so cocky and relatively witty

The virtue of the Devil lies in his loins

Taking her on a round of adventurous perversion

Through his obsession she has sown a seed of destruction.

In her root shoot the branches of injurious infection

Being undermined by various act of corruption

Held down and passed round from independence to her present situation.

Fulfilling their unholy desire

The strong urge of these men (politicians) is destroying our National sire

Even though we are still helpless on how to purge this power surge

Yet the coming generation may even have a stronger Urge.

(Youth please obey the clarion call.)

Yommybishop………©June 2013

Ruminating about her (Nigeria) on June 12, ever wonder if our politicians truly love this Nation. Posterity will surely judge them.

LET'S MAKE LOVE

Deep in thought tonight, so much on my mind

The stars twinkling; heard cricket outside chirping

Emotions running deep, no way i could sleep

This feelings is so strong, it couldn’t be anyway wrong

Enveloped by the sensation yet the mood isn’t right

The atmosphere is tensed, wondering if together our future is bright

As passion unfolds, the decisions we make today determines our stand tomorrow

Getting tickled and turned on, let’s bound ourselves by a common purpose

Driven by a glaring reality of a new birth without sorrow

Please come close, let’s hold hands and reason together

Let’s make love, not just tonight but all day long.

Let’s make love listening to the yearnings of our heart

Let's make love, Looking up into our individual private parts

Our differences shouldn’t divide us

Let’s make love and peace to unite us.

“Fear not” i heard my pastor say

So i put my head on the pew to pray

But i keep wondering why?

Why the North is ever hot

Men carrying out activities so dreadfully thought

What they want i still cant phantom

Wanting to split from the molecule like a fuming atom

Wonder if they sing with us this National Anthem

Or they are just comfortable in causing mayhems

Same insurgence in Egypt, Mali, Kenya and Somalia

Al-queda, Al-Shabab, ISIS, Boko-haram all sounds familiar

I heard their religion is of great peace

Yet they keep shooting and blowing up men at ease

Waging war against the government

But who suffers are the common men and the environment

Children dying, women crying, politicians lying

Whilst we sit back watching and smiling.

Tell this to the sit tight thug in power

Using chemical weapon on his people every hour

And those over ambitious ones, enriching their purse

Running government like a family affair

I heard guns don’t kill people, but people do kill people

Carrying up harms against each other

Forgetting we are brothers, having no reason to shudder

United by one blood, created by one God

Race, colour or Religion shouldn’t be a barrier

Thought the world is now united in carrier.

Let’s make love our watchword

Let’s make love and forget our rifts

Let’s make love today and everyday so sweet

Let’s live in peace and harmony with one another

Not being dogmatic and egocentric with our religion or power

Let’s make love and be one

Remembering we have one God, one heaven and one hell

One life to live and a story at the end to tell

No need ever beating those drums of war

Let’s learn to cease fire and sheath our swords

Let’s hold hands and reason together

Let’s make love with one another.

Yommy Bishop.......October 2013©