MY WET DREAM

Its over a year, still i'm battling with my dream.

So worried i always feel,

Every night i resume my head to sleep.

Looks as if the twinkling is going dim

Or maybe I'm just a step away to win

Maybe I'm too cool to give the sweetest taboo,

Or I'm just being me playing the dreamers fool.

Tonight i cuddle and hold her in my arms,

Kisses her lips and smell the fragrance on her palms.

Her hair cascade like a flowing river

Her sweet voice tweets, giving me reasons to shiver.

Hope and gladness delivered

Courage of my yet to be Cathedral

She's my dream, She's a mystery diva.

In her eyes i see life,

A reason i needed to strive.

By her side i feel warmed,

The reason again and again i will always come.

Her smile gives joy, fascinating like a child's toy.

Her magical steps of sort and her faded looks of coy.

I'm licensed to love,

Oh" what a dream, what a ploy.

By the stream i stand gazing, watching my dream dreaming.

Cold and hazy, crazy and bored as it may seem

Stranded i am, saturated under the weather,

Hopes so high, hoping this emotion won't just wither.

Its raining out here

But with you i have decided to pitch my tent.

Kindly make my dream come true

Its because of you I've been this wet.

Yommybishop.....March 2014

TWINKLE TWINKLE.....

Twinkle twinkle little slut
How I wonder who you are
Up above you smoke so high
And in the club you dance at night.
 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
When Alhaji flaunts the cash
And the Senators come in bash
Then you show your pretty style
Twinkling twinkling in their pants.

Twinkle twinkle little slut
Name one guy you haven’t f*cked
You kissed their lips, you s*cked their balls
And make them feel like a Chinese boss.

Twinkle twinkle all around
Up and down you sleep around
On every lip your name is sound
Cos' you are the diamond in their pants.

When the blazing sun is gone
When the moonlight comes along
Then you turn your body on
Twinkling with guys all through the night.

Twinkle twinkle little slut
Every Sunday you go to church
Dancing and singing to the Lord
But your heart you searchet not
 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Twinkle twinkle little girl
Leave the dark and come to light
Let the Lord save your soul
That your life again can be whole.


 Yommybishop………(c) 2012

A LITTLE TOO LATE (ARSENAL FC.)

In fools paradise they relate
Always fighting back with their second fate
Hopes raised, future fades
Young and restless, yet pedigree derailed
No silver wares, no joy within to bare
To fanatics this is not fair
But to them they enjoy their huge share.

Sold out their best artillery
Prefer fighting with curtlery
What else could this be
They are just playing to the gallery
No wonder he was called a professional in failure
Maybe he needs a success Taylor.

Every year same scenario
Emirate never better than San-Siro
They will always fight back
Ending up in ground zero
Result inconsequential, but the gain is essential
Will dreams ever come true.?
For they are always a little too late to sail through.

by..Yommy Bishop (12/03/14)

GREENLIGHT

All I need is a pen and paper

Give me also the topic and I’m ready to deliver.

I am a poet, I write from my hearths depth,

I don’t care what they think, I am only entertaining my friends and guest.

I express myself to my God everyday including Sundays,

I swear my allegiance to my boss on Mondays

But I always work myself trying to be the best every day,

Overcoming challenges and conquering grounds in every way.

I do what I do not regretting after the rise of the sunlight

I will show you what am capable, only if you can give me the green-light.

Tell me who I am to you, tell me my position.

Tell me if I’m in the game or just on the bench awaiting opposition.

As the coach bring me in and let me show you my skills,

Let me show what am capable of playing on this pitch.

I won’t play you hard like Real-madrid  and Barca,

Not even play you dull like Chelsea and Arsenal.

I will rather play you the United style, avoiding the referee’s card,

Giving you chemistry, an interesting game you won’t forget in a while.

Avoiding hard tackles, playing you from both angles,

Let me dribble and teach you my scissors kick,

Let me strike and score goals they can’t with my power kick.

Baby am good to go, all I need is the Green light.

All I need is my key in the ignition,

To ignite the passion of your engine in the driver’s position.

My right hand on the gear down-shifting in progression,

My left hand wheeling the emotions on the steering to its location,

My legs clutching and gaining acceleration,
My mind focused on the race in anticipation.

All i want is to drive you like the latest “End of Discussion”.

Not slowing down at the zebra crossing,

Not letting pedestrians double-cross as we make the topic they are discussing,

I don’t care what they are saying, cos with you my engine is never over-heating.

Show me the green light and I’m ready to drive with you on many miles.

I’m not hoping for just a while but to bring your heart a merry smile.

I will be glad if you can give me a flash of orange,

Knowing fully well that what’s next is the green light footage,

But what am seeing yet on the stand is the Red light.

Turn it around and my love will forever abound.

All I ever need is the greenlight,

Turning the light in my room up-bright.

Playing R.Kelly’s love song setting the mood right,

Your wish will be my command as i'm ready to be your shinning knight.

Let your eyes be my illumination as you tell me your desire,

Let my hand lead the way to your emotions as I take you a bit higher.

I can write, I can draw, I can cook,

My hand can do so many craft you never imagine in this world even when you look.

All I need is the green-light and I will give you the midas touch,

Make you feel like a Queen in my palace touching you at the right spot,

Taking you on an adventure, moving slowly never in a rush.

Taking you to the peak of your dreams,

Together we will lie by a stream hearing angels play chords on strings.

Show me the light and off we go high singing the heavenly hymns.

Give me the green-light, and I will show you how love should be played,

I will buy you a diamond ring and walk you down the aisle with no delay.

I will usher you into the land of promises, make you a golden bed filled up with roses.

I will make you borders of gold with stud of silvers.

Buy you a golden chariot with an un-ridden stallion,

To take you to the mountain of myrrh and to the hills of frankincense.

I will get you beautiful sapphires you will use in its magnificence.

I will make you a vineyard of fruits:

''Camphire and Spikenard'', ''Calamus and Cinnamon'', ''Saffron and Aloes'',
All for your beauty fragrance.

I will take you in my arms and hold you where you belong,

Make you feel loved everyday and all night long.

All I need is the Green light and I will fly you high to the Moonlight.

Yommybishop.....(The preachers Son)

THE HUNTER.

Hunting is predominantly common in my society,

It is sometimes and most times used to evaluate the strength of a man and to show his vigor and courage.

Hunting has been in existence, since the days of our fore fathers which has now revolutionized from using stones, club, sticks to guns, traps and so many other rationalized social methods of catching a prey.

In my community, at large, every man born from a woman has the basic instinct to hunt, he never need to be taught by his father when he was young.

Mind you as he grows older he naturally has the interest to, because he is a "born hunter".

The way and manner hunting exercise is carried out on the hunting ground varies from the perception of the hunter and the position of the hunted.

Hunters don’t just enter the bush to hunt; they first need to be on a lookout for the bush meat which is equally the prey before deciding on which technique to be used in capturing it.

As we all know, these bush meats come in different shapes, sizes and colour,

while some are naturally endowed and appealing others are just bestowed and alluring.

So, a hunter has to strategize when to make the first move at siting his prey so as to hit target has he prays. 

But Remember, Bush meat are sweet to eat but their bones sometimes can break your teeth.

I am a hunter, a great hunter, I took after my father’s feather, though he is now retired but was once a kegite, he never misfires, always hunting down his desire.

Hunting to me is fun especially when in the midst of friends and co-hunt,

we take hunting to another level but never get caught in the web of the devil.

I have hunted with so many instrument;

Clubs, knives and spears is what I use for my experiment,

But what I cherished most is my 48-calibre rifle which have on it a long telescope fastens.

It travels at a speed of light, hitting the target without a benefit of doubt.

I take my time before aiming, though I first do a series of taming,

I don’t just make a hit at any prey or bush meat roaming within the perimeter of my camping.

But i always go for the best meat, preferable the one clean and neat.

I look through the telescope on my gun

Making sure my aim is bigger before pulling the trigger,

My friends call me a sniper but fans call me the sharp shooter

Cos am no gofer.

Remember I can eat my cake and have it,

I have an eye for good things that’s why my eyes are big and not so thin.

My friends style of hunting is so different.

They are not patient like me, they shoot sporadically at the bush meat irrationally but occasionally they get them hurt emotionally.

Ironically some bush meat are just waiting to be hunted,

They see life as being fun and never want to be taunted,

But after a hunter captures the hunted, 

He now decides maybe its for keep or to skin.

Skinning is the process that most hunters love so much,

It’s the reason many hunter go on a hunt.

Skinning is every hunters delight,

It comes in different method and different light.

The most used method is the roasting and toasting

But most soft minded hunters like me prefer the coasting and hosting

which gives more respect to the bush meat we are chasing.

Roasting a meat is a process that brings about heating and sweating,

It’s a method that brings pleasure and spice to the bush meats and the hunters life.

So also is the Toasting, which is always intoxicating,

Both are processes of energy that brings intimacy and absolute synergy between the hunter and the hunted.

Though our spiritual leaders warn all to desist from the process until they are ready to coast

But it just seems hard for vibrant hunters to cope,

They just want that "sucksexfull prosex" of skinning without spinning.

Often some meat are tough as nails,

They made themselves hard to get for a hunter on raid,

But trust me;

A hunter will always apply his brain to make sure his bush meat is tactically put to chain.

This is the life of a hunter till he gets tired and decides to retire.

Am a hunter and she is the hunted

A bush meat ready to be roasted or hosted,

Even though it is said that;

A day is coming the bush meat will catch the hunter,

But my hunters are never caught napping,

Instead they are always sniping.

THE LIFE OF A GUY ON A LADY.

Yommybishop. (Musings of The Preacher's Son).......2011©

LEGEND OF THE SEEKER 1

I will lift up my eyes unto the heavens,

Thy face oh Lord will I seek in your holy coven

I am a seeker, hoping one day I will be a great speaker.

You told me to seek, that I shall find,

So I seek to find every little thing on my mind.

Firstly I seek for your Mercies and Grace

For you to wash me clean and give me speed in this race

To walk and not be weary, to run and not faint

To fly on Eagles wings and move at a great pace.

I seek for the world’s hidden treasure

I’m ready to seek beyond every possible measure

Taking it step by step without so much pressure

Putting my hope in my one and only saviour,

Who died to wash away my filthy and sinful behaviour,

Not in Zeddicus magical wand, not in Cara the mord-sith power touch

Not even in the power of Orden

But in my redeemer, the mighty one of Jacob, the beginning and end

Maker of all life, the one that doesn’t smoke yet his ever high.

I seek like Richard the old seeker did, fighting along side

Karlyn the beautiful confessor to accomplish.

I seek to be strong and powerful in this land of sin and woe

To have the holy spirit the merciful to guide my little soul.

The comforter to abide with me everywhere 
And to attend to my every care.

I seek for your help Lord in this world to overcome,

To defeat the devil, keeper of the underworld.

My spirit longs for you, my soul thirst for you

As the hart panteth after the water brooks,

so panteth my soul after thee, for the brightness of thy face

and for the fullness of  you God of grace.

Hear oh Lord when I cry with my voice,

Have mercy upon me and answer my painful noise.

Leave me not neither forsake me oh God of my salvation

Teach me thy way and lead me in a plain path so I won’t be put to shame.

Guide me with your eyes into the hall of fame

Set me upon the rock and establish my light on the mountain top.

I seek for your correction from my many mistakes

Your protection Lord I seek everywhere and in everything I partake,

I need your divine direction to guide me all the way

And your instruction at all times to make me win the race

Oh Lord when all looks cloudy and dark,

I need your light to help me make a mark.

Yommybishop.................November 2011

LEGEND OF THE SEEKER 2

I will lift my eyes unto the hills

thy face oh Lord will i seek on my knees

I am a seeker, i lift up my voice to my maker

you told me to seek, that i shall find

so i seek to find every little thing on my mind.

I seek Lord for a beautiful partner to be my bride

To compliment me in all ways and forever be by my side

For me to love & cherish my Virtous woman as she becomes my pride.

Who would be to me a pillar not a caterpillar

Who would be a catalyst not a Catastrophe

For her to be good mother not a desperate house wife

For us to leave a corporate life in a surrounding with no housefly

Cos he who finds a wife, finds a good thing and obtaineth favour.

Let me be favoured oh Lord, take away my heavy labour.

I seek to be planted by the rivers of water

To bring forth my fruits at the right time and my leaves not to wither,

For your blessings to be upon me so I won’t borrow

Cos its only your blessing that maketh rich and add no sorrow.

I seek to create my own business empire

Bishop & Knight’s  is my dream and the business i so much desire

To be greater than the people I worked for and people that got me inspired

To be the best in the things I found myself doing every hour.

I seek for wisdom the principal thing to make me outstanding in everything

To make me great in my profession with total submission,

To be a great writer and speaker, if that’s what will make a true seeker

And to have an Attitude of Gratitude and giving as I ride to a higher Altitude.

Lastly Lord I seek to serve you with everything you give unto me,

To work for you in your vineyard and be fishers of men to the courtyard

To be a great hunter of soul and for the gospel by me to be told.

One thing have I desired of the Lord,

That I will seek after,

That I may dwell in the house of the Lord

All the days of my life,

To behold the beauty of the Lord

And inquire in his temple.

I am a seeker, the son of the maker
The earthly son of the Preacher

So I seek for all these to find.

IN JESUS NAME I seek……….(AMEN)

Yommybishop.......November 2011

MY PRIVATE PART

At the sweet break of dawn, comes the rising of the sun

Standing before my mirror with no covering on

Looking at my self reflection with no over bearing erection

Into my elegant manhood from my little childhood

The seed that was sown, the harvest from the bone

Beautiful and wonderful was the gift given from above

Black and bold, strong precious as gold

The unveiling of the man in the hood to be told.

Unto the world was a child born,

Out of the dust was he created to belong

Born on a Sunday evening, words that was spoken from beginning

Simple with little pimples, grew up sucking his mama’s nipples

Hailed from Osun state, born and raised in Ogun state

The first child of the threesome, a duo of the handsome

An introvert, cool but not shy, an appealing smile that always fly

Reserve in attitude, conserve in magnitude

A creative mind with fresh aptitude, God fearing and loving

A pure spirit with a tough face, natural black lips with red eye laced

A bad boy with conscience, a very good sharp guy entertaining the audience

Involved in everything but never addicted to anything

Radical but not a rascal, cool but not a fool

Rash on the outside, beauty on the inside

Welcome to my private part, my bigger inner man.

Definition of my style is simple

I love good music and great sound,
Beautiful vocals hold me spell bound

Great lyrics and smooth rhythm, instrumentation that gives a soul orgasm

I take things slow and steady; I hunt it down when I'm ready

Though a late comer
But when I come I’m noticed in my little corner

I cherish my friends, they are my influence

I dislike binary; calculations didn’t choose me from primary

I love drawing and painting, also prefer working with her in the kitchen

I love the taste of porridge; maybe it gives me a little courage

I don’t eat much, I don't sleep much

I don’t like being annoyed, neither do I do as such

I don’t easily get angry but when I do it’s noticed largely

I’m not that interesting, I don’t know how to do the jesting

I’m not passionate about everything but emotional about somethings

Though a little sympathy but i do much more of empathy

I believe in one fraternity, I believe in JCI

I believe in one eternity, I believe in Jesus Christ

I treasure my leisure it’s the time I play games with pleasure

My game is always between two, it’s so sweet to be true

Mostly I play tennis and chess, these brings out my possible best

I like the taste of palm wine, I do an occassional beering when i dine

Smoking cigarette I tried but was never my style

Tasting weed was fine but was never my line

I like the smell of a diva, I got baptized in a flowing river

I keep my game holy, sticking my head with the red devils

Manchester united is my club; it keeps me on higher levels

I’m attracted to the female gender; but am no casanova

Those with an eye that cast a spell

Those with high twin towers and a body that rings the bell

Intelligent and decent not found in the club dancing to 50 cent

Beautiful spirit and nice smile, with an attitude that turns me on

Beautiful appearance and a great sense of belonging
with an elegance that brings it on

I have an eye for good things; maybe that’s why my eyes are so big

I surely can multitask, keeping my focus on the two big things above

I'm sure I'm romantic, because she once called me Mr. Fantastic

I mix fantasy with reality though my pastor told me all is vanity

I’m love stuck I do it nonstop, I love fore play I do it like Paul play

Though a little phobia getting in-between her thighs,

I pray for forgiveness and every first Sunday I pay my tithe.

I never say never since I was born

Never say daddy until I clock one

Never indulge in cuties until twenty one

Never know how to date doubles at a time but one

Never used force to get my way through

Never play the game against the rules

Never play reckless even though sometimes I feel restless

Never a party freak, maybe a cloudy trick

Never gave in to concussion, never believe in abortions

Never denied my passion, never regretted my actions

Never found myself in ugly situations

Please; Never undermine my imagination

Cos' all these never say never did makes me a peculiar nation

Yommy is the name, Bishop is the game, 
Bishop & Knight’s is my dream.

I wish my first child to be a girl

I wish to help comb her hair and apply the gel

I wish I’m bad but my spirit won’t just do

I wish I’m as bad as you believe but my spirit is ever cool

Can’t pull a string without my conscience hitting me

Can’t be naughty without my spirit warning me

Wish I could punch him up in the face

Wish I could beat them up in most cases

But my strength is not like the beast; my strength does not lie in my fist

Rather it lies in my mind and I craft it most time on written lines.

I’m a man of little words, I can’t shout with my vocal chords

I say the words I can say and use the rest like clay.

I mould my words like a porter; I leave the chasing to the hunters

I am a one woman man, born on 11th day of October

The preacher’s son born into this world to be remembered

I am Fatoyinbo Abayomi Oluwadamilola Bishop.

(This is my private part.)

Yommy Bishop.....October 2013

POST CARD FROM HEAVEN

Hi baby,

I got your note and understood the heavenly language that you wrote.

You are eager to be a part of my life so you can be able to stay alive.

I know you want to see me hold you in my hands and embrace you in all weather,
To carry and play with you so we can flock together like a birds feather.

I know you are eager for me to cuddle you,
Show you how to cross  life’s hurdles
And give you my total love in the boat that I paddle.

You want to call me your first love and make me your superstar;
For you to sit on my laps and together we look into the moonlight and the shinning stars.

I know the love you want is what I won’t share with no other

Even if people start talking, I won’t care to bother

I know you want to wake up everyday by my side,
Run into my hands when I’m back from site
And kiss you goodnight when you close your eyes.

I know you want me there when you are sick
And when your mama don’t know what else to pick.

I know you want me around to make you smile
And never to be too far off a mile.

For us to sing together and teach you the piano with the tonic sofa

For us to pray together, read the bible and the message of eternal order.

Sorry my girl that I delayed,

The situation around me is coming in a relay

I just have to keep on running so that in this game, I’m not outplayed.

The city I found myself is in a fast-forward,
I wake up very early to look onward to the business of the day so that I am not called a coward.

Rushing to the Bus stop is another challenge;
This is what I never experienced when I was in College;
With files on my hand and a tie on my neck,
I am always running into conductors’ bottle neck.
Getting in a bus is a rush, you have to fight your way through as you brush,
Put on an act that is not yours, Jet-Li or Bruce-Li, you just have to be really tough
So that you are not crushed.

You get to the office a minute after resumption,
Your boss go crazy, sending you to the church of Assumption,
Not knowing what else to do your faith is hanging in his decision
But you need to pay total attention and ask for God’s intervention,
Cos it’s  always an everyday occasion.

Going back home is another crazy hour. I feel so unlucky especially when it showers,
For I know I will spend in traffic another longer hour.
I always call on Baba God for more power, just to get it all over.
The flood in the West is overflowing, the militants in the East kidnapping
And the insurgency in the North keeps bombing.
My life is on a replay,
This is what happens to me everyday.

Sweetheart, please don’t be angry.

It’s just that I have not had time to locate my baby mama,
The one that you will call a sweet mother,
That in her belly your seed she will carry and my life-style she is ready to marry.
The ones I earlier met are in a hurry, though they love my style and swag
But they don’t like my long stories, they left messages that make me feel sorry,
But please daughter, you don’t have to worry
One day, I know I will find that lovely lady that will love you like I so do daily;
She that will love and appreciate me and call me baby and is not in anyway shady,
That I will plant you in her womb to bring you into this world called crazy
The woman that can satisfy all my curiosity so i don’t need chasing women around this mega city,
She that will spend every night in the bath tub with me naked
Singing the lazy song and later expect the arrival of our baby boy.

Oh my lovely daughter,
I believe this letter solves the puzzle why you are not yet with me.
The world we live in is so hard on me but I know you will soon smile at me.
I want you to know that I will be the best father
I wish to bring you in the 4th month so I can name you April
I want you to have the strength and power of an Aries,
So you can be strong and bright like your Daddy.

I hope you know I will spank you when you spill the milk
And chastise you when you waste the meal
But your mother and I will still shower you love and care
And for you we will always and forever be there.

Your Dad.

YommyBishop 

(LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD)