GOOD TIDINGS

Good tidings I bring unto you this Yuletide season

It’s the season of love and the birth of Christ the main reason
The city is light up, 
Green and Red colours are flanked up
Children are jumping up the stairs
Santa-clause is moving everywhere
He shows up once in a year
Oh oh oh.. I can hear his coarse voice in the air.
His black boot treading on issues
His white bears breaking down tissues
He’s here again with gift for his people.

I can hear the sound of a big bang
Boys are running on the cold harmattan street
Girls playing with their ropes to skip
It’s another season to give and to keep
A season to say our thanksgiving to the Lord keeper of our soul
Who has kept us alive from January to December in a row.

Good tiding unto you I bring
Let us raise up our voices to sing
Sing it through all Nation,
On every Tv and radio station
Sing it through Jerusalem
That Christ our King was born in Bethlehem
Sacred infant all divine
What a tender son born for salvation of mine
Light and life to all he brings
Risen with healing in his wings
With our Hallelujah up we raise
Everything for us shall fall in its place.

SEASONS GREETINGS....
MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Yommybishop©

KLEPTOCRATS

Heard drums rolling in the land

Citizens watching, clapping their hands

Here again, the season of winners

After ballot snatching by followers, thugs and killers

They got into power whichever way

By hook or crook, they just must have their say

No permanent friend, but permanent interest

Oh Lord, save us from this arrant nonsense.

Democrats or Kleptocrats

I wonder who these people really are

They roll out crazy agendas and show off like a movie star

With their Agbadas and Babariga

A gown sewn without honour, integrity and principles

Adorned with a crown that lacks Godly pinnacle.

Elected into office to make policies

But it’s all about themselves and social groceries

The thought of the people is never on their mind

Common priorities gladly pushed behind

They gang up to steal our common wealth

They act aloof with no common sense

Carrying out white Elephant capital projects

Just to siphon from our treasuries

They are elicit thieves, whom enough can never be enough

They are kleptocrats that must be instantly stopped.

Technocrats or Kleptocrats

I’m still wondering who they really are

Appointed ministers, advisers and commissioners

But they won’t stop cutting dubious corners.

They fly around in private jets and ride expensive cars

Leaving our roads in colossal tatters

Living in houses only cool money can buy

They are mostly thieves living in disguise

Always in Abuja, putting their hands in the cookie jar

Their certificates mostly made in Harvard

But to our economy they causing hazard

They act as if they are goal getters

Eloquent, resourceful and pacesetters

But look deeply, they are all quiet noise makers.

They bring ideas from the western world

Giving their ignorant masters reasons to borrow more

Yet they never implement a thing

They only complement a bigger thief.

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Technocrats’ awol, kleptocrats aloof

Seeing public office as a place of awoof

Common front unison to steal and loot

Yet, up in the north, all we hear is “boom”.

YommyBishop………Dec 2015©

TONIGHT in EDEN

Come into my Eden my love, my spouse
Come and be the mate in my house
I have waited so long alone in this garden
Commune with me and take away my boredom
Come let us eat this apple no more forbidden
Let's be creative savouring the juice of the fruit in our Eden
Touch me and let me be ravished
Submit yourself to me not the cunning serpent
Heed to my voice and be contended
Fill me from the fullness of your breast
Hold me to your side and give me eternal rest.

Come to me my love my wife
Don't let vain imagination of Delilah ruin my life
Last I read she was on Samson's lap
Sweet nonsense that destroyeth a man
Strange women from the pit of hell
They that makes men ring illegal bell
Come to me and tease me aloud
Please me tonight oh ye my spouse
Turn me on and motivate me with great words
Cos' Pleasant words are as an honeycomb
Sweet to the soul and healthy to the bone.

Come oh ye daughter of Zion
Come in your fullness, and tend to my garden my lady lion
You are strong and fairest among women
Speak to my heart, take my soul on a bliss
Sing to me sweetly like a dove on the tree
Come into my bed, let us eat this fruit in the center of Eden
Knowing well that the heavens has given credence
Let your fragrance hold me spell bound
Let us copulate in many rounds
Please set me as a seal upon thine heart
Make me your zeal here on earth
For love is stronger than death
Its the greatest scenario we can ever get.

Thou has ravished my heart my spouse
Tonight, thou has brought warmness to my house
Until day break and shadow flee away
I will climb these mountains of myrh full of passion
And dive into the ocean of frankincense in erotic reaction
I will swim across the seven seas
And levitate towards the ninth cloud
I will taste the honey specially made in the moon
And consummate our union like a strong groom
I will not stop until I satisfy you and my conscience
I will not stop until we erupt together in oneness.

Yommybishop....Nov2015©

A POEM TO MY KING

My heart is overflowing with good things.
I speak of the things which I have made touching my king. 
My tongue is a pen of a ready writer,
Even in hot or cold weather I will give him praise for he is my steady helper.
He took me out of miry clay and set my feet upon the solid rock;
He established my goings and put a new song in my mouth,
The song of joy and praise to my healer

I will sing a new song to my keeper.

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer
Day and night I will forever lift him higher;
From birth he has proven himself as my messiah,
Giving to me all his promises and my heart desires.
Your grace is sufficient for me oh lord,
It saves me from being disgraced.
Your mercy sets me free and has brought me into the light so I can see.
Now you have made me a celebrity, I am no more an object of pity.
You showed me compassion, 

Your favour took me out of labour
And your covenant you’ve not broken,
Nor alter the things that came out of your heavenly oven.

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer,
I will write a lovely poem to my King.
He has forgiving me all my sins, and delivered me from all my evil deeds.
I will sing of the mercies of the lord, I will make known his faithfulness.
He fights for me in all my battles without asking for money or cattle,
He shielded me under his wings and always gives me reasons to sing.
Many are the affliction of the righteous
But you deliver me from them all and gave me a right choice.
Thy throne o God is for ever, 

The scepter of thy kingdom is a right scepter.

My tongue is a pen of a ready writer.
So will I praise him in the life of my brothers and sisters,
I worship him even in the life of the spinsters.
In the life of my parent I glorified him 

"Cos without him how can they pay rent.

You took me out of darkness oh lord;
You took away my sadness and filled my heart with gladness.
Your protection and love has been from on-set,
So will I praise you from daylight to sun-set.

My tongue is a pen of a ready writer;
he has planted me to flourish by a glorious river.
Now my leaf shall not wither 

"Cos he has made me a glorious winner.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places
I have a good heritage from the rock of ages.
You teach me to profit and led me the way I will make more profit,
Thy word is a lamp to my feet, 

A light to my path and the rhythm to my beat.
I hid it in my heart oh Lord

So I might not sin against thee.

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer,
He made me outstanding in all my doings,
He stands me out in my goings and makes my blessing to be a river flowing.
Oh that men will praise the lord for his goodness and for his wonderful works
To the children of men, for he satisfieth the longing soul
And filleth the hungry soul with goodness.
The law of the lord is perfect, converting the soul:
The testimony of the Lord is pure, making wise the simple.
The statutes of the Lord are right rejoicing the heart,
The commandment of the Lord is pure enlightening the eyes,
The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever;
The judgement of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.

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I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations,
Therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever in all situation.

Yommybishop……2013©

MY SPECIAL MOMENT WITH HER.

                               

I walked always with a friend
With the fear of being alone
Most times I choose her that's beautiful
Believing she sends a fluid to my bone.

I walked a mile with pleasure;
She chatted and talked all the way
She showed me all her sweetness
But left me none the wiser
With all she had to say.

I walked a mile with sorrow;
And never a word she said
I wondered on her total silence
But many are the thing I learned
When sorrow walked with me.

I quickly had an insightful understanding
Great suffering build up a man
And put him within the reach of self-knowledge.
Adversity comes to us as a teaching tool
Only if you will learn from it and acknowledge.

"Turn your wounds into wisdom"

Inspired by; John.C.Maxwell

yommybishop©

MY HOPE FOR BLESSING

I fell in love with a damsel
She's a pretty lady that needs no second guessing
Her wide smile makes me tingle from afar
But I learn to get her requires special lesson
Her joy radiates from time to time
she's vintage like, a special kind of wine.
My endeavor, my fulfillment
She's a blessing called achievement.

I fell in love with Blessing
Wanted her in my life to fulfill living.
I tried all I could to get her and state my intention
But she didn't give me the needed attention
Though she plays and smile at other people
Blessing won't smile at me, maybe because of my pimples
The more I try, the more I feel hurt and dejected
Life became hard, i felt rejected
I spoke to a friend about my painful condition
She told me never to give up
That success comes only to those who can hold on; to their position.

I was introduced to another pretty lady
Just to douse my distractive affection.
she's a sibling to Blessing
Quiet and calm with a gentle smile
Hope came to my life, saved me from depression
She gave me energy and became my motivation
Hope gave me attention
She's just my needed inspiration
I sat back and had a quick rumination
Having hope is quite a beautiful thing
Its a key to life and fulfillment of blessings.

Hope shines brightest when the hour is darkest.
Hope motivates when discouragement comes.
Hope sweetens when bitterness bites.
Hope sings when all melodies are gone.
Hope climbs over Obstacles when no one is helping.
Hope endures hardship when no one is caring.
Hope smiles confidently when no one is laughing.
Hope presses toward victory when no one is encouraging.
Hope brings the Victory when no one is winning.

Get this; Losses in life are never fun,
But there is one loss no one can afford
Thats the loss of Hope. (Never lose HOPE)
Remember, Without Hope, there are no Blessings.

Yommy Bishop.®

Heart-to-Art

I'm not a perfect man
I goofed so many times I tried
God gave me a loving Heart
And handed me a gift of Art
Though with this I paint life so beautiful
Yet many regard my life as sinful
But only him knows my weakness
Only him knows my pain
He promised never to forsake me
Like my friends always do, leaving me in the rain.

I'm not a perfect man
I goofed many times I tried
Even when it seems all dark
I will keep walking in the Lords light.
Never to compromise even when mesmerized
'Cos' he alone understands my plight and why I write
He promised to be with me and guide me through the night
For with his help, I will surely attain greater height.

I'm not a perfect man
You should understand this by now
I'm a work in progress, trying to overcome my pride
Overcoming my weaknesses and this worldly tide.
You can choose to see through my loving heart
Or look towards my art
They define me differently,
So please judge me aright, never judge me indecently
My art is temporal but my heart is eternal
Loving with no exception
So my creativity shouldn't be seen as an unholy condition.

Remember, God gave you to me to love me and lighten up my life, 

To criticize me constructively and straighten my crooked path.

Yommy bishop ®.........2015.

THE PREACHERS SON

I am the preacher's son and am here to blow the horn,

Into this world I was born so to make it under the sun.

I was raised through my Mama’s cane so I can have a moral brain,

I was taught to read and write so I can know my wrong from right,

I was given the mother care so I can know how to love and share.

I was never pampered but always in the kitchen with her to prepare.

I am the chosen one so I take care of my younger ones.

I am the preacher’s son but sometimes they call me the teacher’s boy.

I am the preacher’s son and am here to propagate the gospel,

My father thought me through the epistles
But am here to write my Chronicles.

People refer to me as a bad boy but isn’t that ironical,

They judge me with what they see and not even being cynical.

Though I hang out with rude boys that see life as a game of toy

That’s what give’s them joy but mine is a different ploy,

As for me, I'm just catching my fun.

We drink we party and do a lot of night crawl,

We gist, laugh and take it to the brawl.

I was involved in everything but never addicted to anything.

But often I heard the voice of my Dad saying:

"My son if sinners entice thee consent thou not'',

Remember a good name is rather to be chosen than silver and gold."

I'm the preacher’s son a bad boy with conscience,

I never do it all am just entertaining my audience.

I am a preacher’s son and I love singing love song,

to the entire beautiful girls in the house especially the ones that play along.

I have an eye for good things that’s why I keep it real and do the strong thing,

I preach the gospel that goes according to St. John,

Am fresh and clean ladies love me when I put on sean john,

they feel me like teaser, they always want to eat me up like pizza,

Am the preacher’s son so I give it to them like hot suya

But mostly I hear my Mama’s voice saying:

"My son, the son of my womb, the son of my vows,

Give not thy strength unto women, nor thy ways to that which destroyeth kings".

Remember you are the preacher’s son, a Kingship material to bring.

I am the preacher’s son my father taught me to Sheath my sword,

to live in peace with all and never to shed their blood.

Even at war he told me rather to use the word

Which is a stronger weapon and sharper than any two edged sword.

He taught me to kneel and pray in times of despair

Every time I call my life he repairs,

He guide me through in my several travail, he makes me win and finally makes me prevail.

Truly am a preacher’s son and my mother is a deaconess,

Am the first born so they made me the leader of the youth witness.

Then I was young and vibrant I never had the heart of a tyrant,

I was once a drummer boy in my local church, I play also the keyboard and sing our local song.

I was once the Drama cord in my school fellowship

Though I rarely act but I always held on to the clapper board.

I have a church mind and i hope you don't mind

Am the vessel in his hand the project in his palm.

So to all my friends this note I write, 

For you to really know me and judge me aright.

Be careful how you read me or else you misread me,

I'm not the bad boy you are thinking even though I hang out with the gangs, pimp and king pin,

I'm not that tough boy you see even though my face look so hard and keen,

I'm just quiet and gentle, reserved and simple,

I pursue through my dream in life without a wrinkle.

I am never the son of the soil but the son anointed with oil.

I am the preacher’s son;
My name is Fatoyinbo Abayomi Oluwadamilola Bishop 

This is my chronicle, I will never go out of the preacher's voice.

Yommybishop©.......2011

IN DEVILS CAGE.

Bright and Wonderful

He lived a life so fruitful

Handsome and Talented

With dreadlocks so beautiful

A voice in Zion, full of life

Spirituality with a freedom to fight

Fighting our freedom from the Babylonian Kingdom

A great Soldier full of great wisdom.

He preached from the plain to the mountain top

His voice was heard as a prophet calling in the wilderness non-stop

Africa-Unite, he joined in the redemption song

Calling for the liberation of the black race

Praying for our deliverance from the devils cage

He fought selflessly like a real soldier

But nobody ever watched his back

Nobody help watch over his shoulder.

A little patience, I heard him say

Let mankind all walk in a Godly way

But he himself failed the life’s holy test

Dared the tempter, walked with him abreast

Dinned with the devil with the shortest spoon

Sipped from a cup made with evil tool

Enveloped by the world, depression kicked him against the wall

Now he walk round trapped and demented

Seeking refuge in Babylon where he detested.

I pray God should again send down the rain

To wash away this soldiers fearful pain

Send down Thunder and Fire

To set him up with a brand new desire

Give him power and strength for this new age

Open to this Soldier a fresh new page

Break his shackles and set him loose

Send Angels to set him Free and see him through

Bring Majek Fashek back on the life’s stage

Lord deliver this prophet from the devils cage.

YommyBishop….2015

I AM BORN AGAIN

Its a new day and a new dawn
Here sets the sun, dark days are gone
Blue skies beckons, fresh breath every second.
Like the sun in the morning time
Like the fresh dew that settles on lonely minds
Like the rainbow that comes after the rain
So comes your endless colour to wipe the pain.
You fill my heart with gladness
You took away this beautiful madness
Walked with me regardless
With you I'm rejuvenated
With you I am born again.

Like a cold water to a thirsty soul
You made my life once again whole
You quenched my thirst for love
Satisfying my longings from above
Like a good news from a far country
Your presence gives me good tidings
You build bridges in my heart and soul
Such that connects me faster to my goal
You took away this beautiful madness
You walk with me regardless
With you I'm rejuvenated
With you I am born again

Like the watchman by the light tower
You stand night and day as a guard at the tower of my heart
Like a real Queen in the chess game
You checkmate my excesses to refrain
You drew me out of menacing
Questioning my unholy conduct
Reaffirming the words of the preacher to my soul
In accordance just to make me whole
You looked beyond my imperfection
You gave me keen attention
You took away this beautiful madness
You walked with me regardless
You fill my heart with gladness
With you I am born again.

In your eyes I see life
Such I want to make my wife
By your side I feel newly brand
Especially when I hold your hands
Even though you hardly smile
But when you do it goes a long mile
It lingers on in my mind
Meaning; you are one of a kind
You wipe away those days of disappointments
You complete those lines that are disjointed
You brought me back to communion
You made me stand in dominion
You gave me a new song and a step to dance along
With you I feel young, Again I am strong
You took away this beautiful madness
You walk with me regardless
With you I'm rejuvenated
"OluwaVicky" With you I am Born Again.

Yommy Bishop®…......25/5/15

To Someone special.......On a Special Day

STILL MY HAND

Whatever your hand find doing, do it well

So many hands have been cuffed and thrown to cell

So many hands were used to ring the bell

Yet they can’t write a word or write to spell

But I thank God that still my hand is used as the writer’s magical spell

It has a lyrical muse, a friend to the pen.

My hands may look so small but has done great things

Still my hand when I was young loves to draw and do the painting

Loves to bait, fish and do the hunting

Helps mama through her rigorous baking

Helps her in the kitchen to prepare a beautiful pudding

Still my hand mama teaches how to cook and bake

Papa teaches to give and not only take,

To spare and to repair,

Not to destroy but create without despair

I use it on piano to run musical scales

And on drums to set beautiful sound ablaze

But truly when I was young my hand was so naughty

Still my hand goes to mama’s purse to do the picking

Goes to her pot and do the meat stealing

My hands so soft my baby loves its massaging

It’s so tender it always does the crushing

Loves to fondle and do a little squeezing

My hand goes to places my leg may not follow

Also does the handling for my mouth to wallow

It’s so tender; it likes the skin of the female gender

Like a blender, it works for me in all weather.

Now my hands are holy, I give God the Glory

Like a Spartan at war, I live to tell the story

With my hand I make the difference

Not being idle for the devil to make its preference

With my hand I am an architect-ure

In it lies my own life’s civil structure

Still with my hands I show so much gesture

I work to attain greater height for a brighter future

Cus in my hand lies my soonest investiture

In the hand of Moses was the Rod that parted the Red sea

In the hand of David was a Sling and stone that killed Goliath

In the hand of Samson was a Jaw bone that slew a thousand philistines

In the hand of the little boy was 5 loafs and 2 fishes that fed thousand

In the hand of Tiger Wood is the rod that plays the Golf

In the hand of Djokovic, Nadal and Federer is the racket winning the Grand Slam

In the hand of Da-vinci was a brush that painted the last supper

In the hand of Micheal Angelo was an act of art that robs the mind

In the hand of M.I and Tuface is one mic that makes the difference.

Still in my hand is a blessing of a pen that writes a poem

To make a positive impact from now till then

And I will keep putting rhymes on lines till I see the glorious end.
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I am just a clay in the porters hand.

Tell me brethren what is in your hand……?

Yommybishop………©March 2012.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might

For there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge,

nor wisdom, in the grave, wither thou goest. (Ecclesiastes 9:10)

LORD OF THE RING 1

LORD OF THE RING 

The epic story revolving

Of the precious ring evolving

The little band that makes it whole

The right cuff for the soul.

The only way to consummate

The strongest link to conjugate

Though yet to give his ring

Not because he’s scared to ding

Sorry if you see he cringes

Maybe he’s finding the right finger to fit

Even when Mothers are skeptical about tribe

And Fathers concerned about religion

Sisters think he needs a scribe

And friends think he’s well within the region

But to give out this precious

All boils down to his sole decision

He’s the Lord of the ring,

Even though the “G” in her string

He won’t only choose based on her beauty

Nor for his emotional serendipity

He won’t even choose because she’s pretty

Knowing that character and attitude is the nitty-gritty

He will rather choose a brain

Believing she will be a blessing

That they could both bring down the rain

Who can also help him reason

Intelligent and smart with a worth to gain

Ready to assist his course, beyond every pain

Not minding her height, shape and size

He will be glad to pay the price.

He’s the Lord of the ring

Don’t be surprised that he cringes

He won’t base his judgment on mere attraction

But will search inwardly for true affection

Craving for her, who gives attention

She who values the true art of communication

And understands to him, she has an obligation.

She that has a great sense of style

Truthful and faithful with no reasons to lie

A spirit of submission, maybe with a little sense of humour

A dearie, never taking God out of the equation

Ready for all situation after consummation

Ready to take the institution to its rightful destination

Even though he’s the “G” in her string

He won’t give this ring just because she sings

Not to her that has a great voice or curves

Nor to her that mostly loves to show off

He will rather give it to her that will complete his wing

Who can always make his bell ding

She that they can both soar higher together beating the weather

That will complement him and encourage him “Never to say Never”

She that will be a pillar not a caterpillar

That will be a catalyst to him not a catastrophe

Both overcoming challenges, winning trophies

Who together they can fight it through

Ready to respect the family and you

On her fig tree must not only be leaves of attraction

But she must have on it fruits

Filled with Godly character, attitude and perception

Though the way always to his heart is the tummy

He will want her better a cook than his mummy

He wants that woman that will build a home

She that can release those marital spices

And reign with him on the throne.

He wants support for his effort

She that they will patiently together build a Rome of comfort

Not always nagging but proffering solution when things are hanging

Ready to apologize when wrong, ready to forgive when right

Ready to be dedicated, ready to be celebrated

She that has a heart of appreciation

Who can always be his motivation

She that will always fast and pray

Saving the family from being a prey

Every man loves a smile

Even if she has no dimples

She should be able to touch his heart from a mile

Bringing out his best, taking away his daily stress and wrinkles

Able to contribute to discussions and update on trending issues

Respectful, accommodating and teachable

Not too laid back but at least a little social

Not necessarily an out-goer, yet not parochial

She that can pay attention and give affection

Who knows the magic in humour

And doesn’t give room for dirty rumours

Romantic with no antics

Who understands love languages and its tactics

Ready to satisfy his curiosity with no animosity

Ready to run with his dreams thru much alacrity

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He won’t give this ring to a mediocre

But will go for a lady with the right onions

She that really understands what it takes

To be a true companion

Though he’s the “G” in her string

But he remains the LORD OF THE RING.

YommyBishop………March 2015©

LORD OF THE RING 2

LORD OF THE RING 2

The epic story continues

Of the precious ring in view

The rhythm in tune

The jumping of broom

The little band that makes it whole

The right cuff for the soul

The only finger to fit

The rightful diva to meet

An angel with the right wing

The Queen to the right King

Even though the Lord of the ring

He remains the “G” in her string

She writes the clef, she owns the nest

She dictates the tone and determines the rhythm

Not allowing for any intimidation

But made with strong determination

She’s the symphony with the right sound

The complete chord that bound

The remedy for any malady

The harmony in every melody

The most lovely music all round

The beat that sets the heart rolling

The joy that will never be broken

Don’t be surprised when she cringes

She’s just carefully crossing those bridges

She won’t take his ring just because he’s funny

Knowing most of them are phony and cunning

Professing love of unworthy desire

Acting as her soul savior and messiah

She won’t take his ring

Not because he’s tall and handsome

Knowing well that physical attribute does not make gladsome

Not he who knows how to jest and laugh playing with the money

Clubbing, fumbling, with a mouth full of honey

She won’t open her gate to a sly

A man that finds it easy to lie

A fox in sheeps’ clothing

Whose mouth is coated with sweet nothing

She won’t take his ring; he who is not open

Who keeps secrets far from heaven

He that is never even

And does not know what it means to be broken

Making himself a slave to addiction

Drinking, smoking and gambling on every occasion

He who party hard and flirts

Making infidelity his everyday shirt

Who lives life carelessly and is easily seduced

Whose mind is reduced, engaging in domestic abuse

He who gets tossed around by flippant friends and colleagues

And is easily influenced trying to get in their league

He who does not give respect to her family and friends

Who think he’s the Lord over her to the end

A man that does not pay attention to true affection

But sleeps around making his erection determine his direction

She won’t give a chance to him; without a dream

Who has no particular focus

Giving his strength to mundane things

Who will always join the band wagon

And come back with nothing but jargons.

She rather wants a man of relevance

A visionary who is not myopic

Who together they can both advance in elegance

A positive reference topic

He who will be respected within friends and family

Who she can be proud of and live with happily

A man that can provide for his home

Who will never forsake or leave them alone.

He who knows his fatherly responsibilities

And will always protect his territory

A man that understands marriage on earth could be made heaven

And knows what is behind six is always more than seven.

She wants a real man

Whose watchword is “Yes we Can”

A responsible man that carries her along

And always includes her in his plans

Placing her in the rightful place she belongs

Making her always feel so among

God fearing and God loving

Who for her he’s ready to fight and die

Who will have no reason to cheat or lie

A man that will make her his silver, platinum and Gold

Who will hold and cuddle her through the cold

He who will be her best friend to the end

Soft spoken and articulate

Who always looks neat, trendy and immaculate

A compassionate man,

Who will be a strong pillar in the villa

Caring and loving in every area

A man who will be to her a mentor, giving reasons to smile

Who will always be her elevator, inspiring her from time to time

Every lady loves a pet name

That special one that wipes their pain

The name that tickles her fantasy

And makes her feel loved again and again

She wants a Man that will make her queen of the dynasty

And will never leave her comments so nasty

The man that communicates in all love languages

Giving her quality time beyond pages

Not minding their stage and age

Providing for her satisfaction in every phase

He who always give words of affirmation

Appreciating her beauty in every situation

A man that gives gifts, no matter how little

Who speaks so sweet and does not act cynical

He who believes in the art of Romance

Creative enough to make her soul dance

And never deny her needed finance

He who will never deny her the kiss

Fulfilling her fantasies

Making every night a bliss

Satisfying her emotions at every need.

A man who will make her heart be at peace

And will always do to her as she wills

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Every woman wants to love and be loved

She won’t take his ring

If he cannot show love

Give love and create love

Knowing well that God is LOVE.

Though He’s the Lord of the Ring

But she alone can complete his wings,

She alone can make him King.

YommyBishop……..March 2015©

THE "G" UNDER HER STRINGS'

Heard her calling for her G, wonder what this could be

The Moon and the Sun standing still

The sky mirrored over the deep blue sea

Just like the Queen is, her obligation is always to thee

Even though most time she stings

Yet the bee hovers beautifully when she sings

Her Ass is full of honey, producing semen for the money

Though most times she’s minx and cunning

Her beauty could ever be stunning.

He’s the G under her strings

The only one that makes her body dings

He’s the G that makes her strings

They are the pink that makes us sing

Even Adam couldn’t resist his Eve

After her perversion with the snake in Eden’s deep.

They are ruling our nation, making us fall on motion

Dishing out apple of emotions causing total commotion

They are making us to suffer for what is kept under cover, 

Now only heaven can help us recover.

They are the agent turning our life’s table

Most time making us miserable, knowing fully her milk is desirable.

The catalyst speeding up our soul’s reaction

The element getting us back into action

They are indispensable, unavoidable and irresistible

They are the pink with d strings; we are the G with the ring.

Heard his lady call him G, knowing well she owns the key

Standing on high heels with a dangling waist to feel

A cozy chest to sleep, a mercy's body to kill

Hips that doesn’t lie, a cleavage that pops so high.

Women can’t be spelled without the men

Neither female without the male

We are the G in their strings;

They are the pink that makes us sing.

Our bell won’t ring without hearing them

Our cock won’t crow without seeing them

Our music won’t play without adding them

Cus we are so incomplete without and without them.

Believe what I say about these pinks

We are the “G” under their strings.

Yommy Bishop

LUST in LOVE

Babe,
Your name so sweet like a screech of a disk jockey
Your voice so beautiful like a music on replay
With you I want to be, no further delay
Cos your love runs in me like a sprinter on relay.
I'm stung by the venom of love
A fast poisonous passion that runs through the veins to the blood
I'm showered with abundance from above
Wet and soaked playing on this turf.

Babe,
Follow my lead take to my heed
Sow my seed and meet my every need.
You kiss so Softly, you touch so gently
You kiss my heart and I'm healed
You touch my soul and I'm filled.
You make me feel so big
In you I found love so deep.

Trashed in can, will I am
Lost in time, yet to learn
Found you, found love undiluted
You with me, love is Saluted
Babe, With you I want to stand
Because every other ground is sinking Sand.

Yommy Bishop...{Diary of 2013}The Preachers Son