SEDUCTION

Seduced by every of his action
Induced by songs of strange passion
The gesticulation, corresponding ejaculation
Sweet words that climax every information
Positive energy that lures men to lust
Blinded trust, very unjust.

Seduced by his eloquence
His showmanship, sometimes his insolence
Motivational words that are clearly cut out
Fashion style proportionally blown out
Flamboyant life, affection set on earth
Heavenly deception planted in your heart.

Seduced by his holy ploy
Deceptive miracles like a war in troy
Leading souls the wrong way
Making them the devil's prey.
Though they beckon you to come pray
But the focus is in the money you drop in tray.

Seducers; Seductress
Organizing an unholy conference
They care not about your heaven
They only seek financial haven.
Beware of false Prophets and doctrine
Manipulating your mind, soul and body.

Seducers; Seductress
Using you to build a fortress
They care not about your soul
They are only after their goal.
Your money, sometimes your body
When you fall prey, it fractures your glory.

Beware of these con stars
Parading themselves as Ministers
Brandishing and flaunting words of heresy
Giving God a wiper, not thinking of the nemesis.
Wolves in sheep clothing an unholy heathen

Beware of their seduction while you are still breathing.

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Remember, man appoints but only God Annoints.

(2Peter 2: 1-4)

©YommyBishop……Dec 2016

HOME without LONE

Lu-chi lu-chi la-la
A sound of question seeking answers
Trying to paint for the world on this Canvass
"Lone" is just an unavoidable stanza.

You walked me through that deepest valley
Even through the darkest alley
You laid with me on my bed
You found your way around my head.

Your presence in me looks much a blessing
But I knew from start its all for my lesson
A self awareness of who I am and where I belong
Exploration of my self worth all along.

From count of noun to Thirty-five
Your tenses have made me fortified
Its true I've learnt a lot with you
But you are too good to be true.

I cried by Babylon's still river
I've been rescued from Zion by an Angel "Diva"
Even when you walked me I kept hope alive
To see beyond you and find destiny revived.

Tell "Lone" I've found my way home
Finally to a paradise of melodious tone
Zion's flowing blessings to my longing soul
A place I am made totally whole.

Bye to "Lone", I am home.

©yommybishop...... October 2016

SAVE the DATE.....

Soon the bells will jingle
Every human ear will tingle
The Celestial songs will be sang
The percussion will loudly bang
The timbres and brass will clap
Please save the lovely date in your heart.

Save the date,
Its a day that entertains no hate
A day that will be felt in all states.
A day beyond our calendar
The date that cannot be stopped by no barrister
Please save the date my young and beautiful sisters.

Its the day I will merry
The day we will receive our blessings
Our works will be gladly shown
Our fears away be thrown
Righteousness will be enlisted for the throne
Please, save the date on your own.

The bells will again jingle
There will be no time to mingle
Birds will sing sweetly
The heaven will open swiftly
Celestial songs will be heard
Brothers, save the date in your head.

Save the date so you won't be found wanting
Save the date, the hour is counting
Its the day of the good planter
A day beyond our calendar
The date of our Lord
The holy harvest written from above.

Don't be left behind
The date is near, the message is clear.

©Yommy Bishop... October 2016.
(Parable of the Date and Time)

LET ME TOUCH YOUR SOUL

Let me touch your soul
Let me drive deep and touch the walls of your hole
Let me touch you
In those places your fingers can't reach

Let me wipe you out
The hygiene that your teachers preached.

Let me touch your soul
Let me make you squint
And also make you groan
With your eyes half closed
This feelings is self imposed.

Let me touch your soul
Let me drive into you to and fro
Forget all your worries
Let me make love to your soul
As you stick the cotton bud in that ear hole.

©YommyBishop.... August 2016.

DARKEST HOUR

When night falls
And shadow comes along
When blue skies fade off
And dark cloud plays with the moon light curve.

The birds sing no more
The voice of the crickets take over the hall
The twinkling of the stars is gone
Its beauty is taken over by raging storm.

Heard the whistling of the breeze
As it sings along with the clapping of different trees
Heard finger taps of unmended roofs
As they play along to the seemingly night groove.

It looks all hope is lost, maybe the end has come
The night seems long, through all the trouble spots
Fear looms in the air, seems no one is there
And your holy screams just sound helpless in ears.

Never give up, there is a light that resides in you
It will take you through the darkest hour
It will give you strength and power.
That light is Christ, that light is ours.

#ActivateTheLight

©Yommy Bishop...... (The Preachers Son) 2016

KOKORO ÎLÊ GOGORO (Alawiye apa Sixteen)

Nigbâtí mo wa ni kêkêrê
Mo ma ñ yo lo si ílê gogoro
Lati rã kokoro fun a won
Aburo mi oloju kòkòrò.

Awon aburo mi á je kokoro
Won a senu roboto
Won a wa ma jo bi okoto.
Kokoro naa dun,
Mo ma n toju re sinu sòkòtò.

Ti a ba jê kokoro tan
A ma mu omi inu ìkòkò
A ma wa ma pa itan labê ígí ìrokò
Lè ba oko cocoa.

Baba mi ti lo si oko
Iya mi ti lo si odo
Ti won ba de lale
A ma lö din dódó.

Kehinde a ma soo
Nitori o je kokoro
Taiwo a ma joo
Nitori o feran ijo
Idowu ko so ododo
Nitori o je dodo iya oyinbo ati kokoro ile gogoro.

©Alagba Yommy Bishop

My first ever Yoruba piece. Inspired by Rita Oseyomon an Edo girl
("Kokoro" is an African Chin-chin from Abeokuta) while ("ile gogoro" is a tall house)

LOST to FIND

Have you seen her.?
She was the climax of creation
The grand finale of God's invention
A companion to her Adam
A "help meet" to help him fulfill destiny and achieve stardom
The rhythm that brings harmony to his sound
Without her, his music is noise all around.
She's the ark God built for him in the storm
She's his fortress and light in the dark
The element of his love and instrument of passion
She alone can spur him to action.

Have you seen her.?
The lady that purposed in her heart to be different
Her dressing is modest and her words are decent
Progressive is she, enough to be an entrepreneur
Ready to clothe her children
She eat not the bread of idleness.
Strength and honour are her clothing
Wisdom is dispensed from her inside
Kindness resides in her system
She sees her husband as her duty
And understands good character is beauty.

Have you seen her.?
The true lover and the real mother
Who understands what it takes to build a home
And the process in the beauty of Rome
A friend that understand too much loads break the wagon
Not putting a load of burden on her man
But ready to support him through every second
A woman that knows her responsibilities and believes in possibilities
She bridles her tongue and gives words of affirmation
She's contented and committed
She's not a manipulator but a motivator
Her husband calls her blessed.

Have you seen her.?
Not she who left the bedroom for a boardroom
Nor she who left the kitchen for a spa
But the lady that can create the balance
And sing with her king songs of life in stanzas
The Eve that won't allow her ambition compromise the marital institution
That will respect her Adam and won't see him as a competition.
She that knows the essence of a war room
Ready to pray for her home, families and her groom.

She was removed from him
That is why he was attracted to her
She's the softer clay side of him
His tenderness and that emotions he couldn't share
She's the peace in him that was never there
The missing rib that left his side hollow
The part that completes him
His strength and energy that wipes away his sorrow.
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Have you seen her.?
A friend and a true companion
Who kiss beyond the body
But passionately reach deeper to the soul
A Confidant that gives confidence
She who understands that sex last for a few minutes
But friendship last forever
She's a wife, she's a jewel
She's a virtuous woman.

(Have you seen her.?)

Yommy Bishop.
copyright© July 2016.

LAST NIGHT

Last night I cried
I cried over the rottenness of men
And the truth they cannot defend
For the cancerous decay in the flesh of our society
By the daily ejaculation of these evil philosophies
The philosophy that have been accepted and conceptualized
The demonic display that got us all hypnotized.
I cried for the pointless agendas that has invaded our calendars
The needful defenders that are gone till November
And the needless Avengers that are seen on arrival.

Last night I cried for the love we never made
And the reasons we slave through these social gates
Affection that has been long lost
Connection that was initially forced.
I cried for the rough and painful Penetration
That left the virgin with pain pleasure and blood
I wept for the atheist that believe in no God
For the bubbles that we burst and souls we daily lost
Through the nonchalance of our leaders
It all started like a joke with the military rulers.

Democracy came and made us crazy
Militancy started
We thought they are just creek boys that are lazy
It took a turn with the boko boys
Disguising to be a body of Islam with boko bombs
Flesh and blood daily seen everywhere
Same news we hear every year.
I cried for the souls we don't value
The security details our leaders couldn't handle
Same reasons we kept mourning and burning needless candles
Oh what a shame, what a debacle.
Now that the herdsmen are on a rampaging bloody display
I can assure you, this blood bath has been put on replay.

Last night I cried for our clergymen
Our Bishops and Imams who celebrates the illegalities of these greedy men
Men of honour, whose minds are full of horror
Political bastards, that steals our sovereign wealth with no conscience
What else can be compared to this socioeconomic nonsense
Yet our pastors refrain the truth
Just for the digits and money bags transferred to their boots
With their tithes and offerings they take covering
Leaving the poor congregation to a mass suffering
They brandish in their apparel like lords
Speaking in an arrogant and an unholy tongue
They pray for these men of evil
Yet they claim they cast out the devil
Twisting the truth embedded in the bible
Oh Lord save us from this religious riddle.

Last night I cried
I cried for the youth in this generation
That now believe in nothing but a painless penetration
Those that has taken up pleasure as a lifestyle
Not ready to work but sag, twerk and act the gangster
The ones that believe there's no job better than a blow job
And will do anything immoral to get to the top.
I cried for morals that has been eroded
The walk to stardom that made them deluded
I cried for youth on twitter throwing banters
They live a life of no meaningful stanzas.
I cried for the baby mama's
That did the wrong thing to climb the ladder
And the baby papa's that forgot the law of karma.

Last night I cried for me
I cried for you
I cried for a future that looks never to be true
While we still hoping in the freshness of the morning dew
Last night might be my last night
The night I will masturbate with pain
And ejaculate these words of truth
But someday i pray i will enjoy a safe penetration
That requires no noisy altercation.
A penetration into the political class of my generation
Hoping this will happen without a Revolution.

©Yommybishop.....31st May 2016.

QUERIDA MY DIVA

Querida my Diva
Today I've chosen to be your love Ninja
I will fight for you across the Niger
Until to you all hands surrender.

Querida my Diva
With you I will sail across this river
Even though we both shiver
We will be together forever.

Querida my Diva
You are my Prima donna
Our love will flourish in the fauna
Cos' you are my Queen Madonna.

Querida my Diva
Your elegance and beauty I admire
Your modesty has got me inspired
You are my soul desire.

Querida my Diva
You are a generous giver
Only you can heal this fever
Only you can make me ginger.

Querida my Diva
You are my ''Lavida loca''
The one joker in my poker
With you I'm forever a winner.

Querida my Diva
For you these lines are delivered
Nothing can change this love my diva
Not a bag of Gold nor a piece of Silver.

Happy Birthday Querida
Happy Born day Victoria.
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With you I'm Born again my diva.

©Yommybishop ....May 25/2016.

MY BOSOM FRIEND

Friend they say come and go
You my friend have come to grow
From the first day I met you
I have learn to Love and Cherish you.

You came with your fullness
With a large heart full of gladness
You put my soul at rest
You have what it takes to cure this madness.

Your presence always get my attention
You are so kind, the food basket of our nation
Your friendship I will never deny
Like Sinai, you cut across all situation.

The texture of your gesture is pure
You are a friend that is forever sure
You need no second-guessing
You just a pot-full of blessings.

Your cosy smile brigthens from a mile
Your gland excitingly makes every man sigh
Your beauty is incomplete without you
My friend, you champion the course of many youths.

By these tower of Babel I will stand
On these twin tower I will climb
Until I get to the peak of this streak
Bosomy, I will ever remain so sick.

Friend they say come and go
You my friend have largely grown
From the very first day I met you
I have always longed to get you.

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Feed me my friend from the fullness of your bosom
Feed me awesomely, let me feel so wholesome.

Yommy Bishop®…………{21st April 2016}©

THE RED SEA.

By this red sea I am with my rod standing
After my exodus from many years of waiting
With headache and heartache I've marched through the wilderness
Just like Moses and the Israelite's did in bewilderment.

I can hear the sound of the world behind me
Just like the chariots and horses of the Egyptian army.
But by this red sea I stand my staff
Hoping it will path way for me to pass.

With my rugged rod standing, here by the bay
Outstretched towards the sea all the way.
Now that the sun still shines let's make hay
Oh red sea path for me I pray.

Here I am from the longest journey
Toiled day and night even pathed my little money
But by this red sea I stand in faith
Tell her to open up for me with a tidal wave

Let me march through this red sea with the magic of my rod
Let me walk on her dry land and make it wet leaving behind the world
By this red sea I firmly stand
With an outstretch of my rod in hand.

Tell her, to the promise land I belong
Let me march through with my rod all along
No matter the drama happening behind me
Oh red sea I demand you to hear me.

Oh red sea I demand you to hear me
Look not to the drama behind me
Let me march through with my rod along
Tell her to her promise land I belong.

Yommybishop©...........March 2016.

GRACE FOUND ME

Grace; I knew her from my youthful days
Days I couldn't even phantom my way.
Her beauty is that of a goddess
Great shape, great curves, yet she's so modest.

She's a princess in our kingdom
A pretty daughter of the greatest king
A great man who fears no war
Who himself is regarded as the law.

I knew her in my youthful days
"Mercy the light Queen'' is her mother's name.
I was poor and couldn't dine with the royal
maybe because I lack the understanding to be loyal.

Around my neck I grew up with beads of struggle
Catwalking in the wilderness full of troubles
Yet I didn't allow laziness to have its way
For, I know one day light will illuminate my days.

Mysteriously this day I walked past the camp of the Queen
Her light caught me and brought me to life, clearly keen
On my hustle to be the bread winner,
She invited me to dine with Grace her daughter
Now I'm on the royal table with kings even though I stutter.

I had a date with Mercy
And Grace found me worthy
Just like Esther in the holy book
I'm now a royal, sought after with a great outlook.

Yommybishop®......Feb,2016©

A poem of a bread seller turned story teller.
Olajumoke Orisaguna, now a motivational speaker.
"No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up."
Remember,If you want something out of your day, you must put something in it,
Don't count the days, Make the days count.

BISHOPS LOVE DIARY

My whole world was refurbished after my soul encountered you.
Your delightful presence filled me with joy, 
Fascinates me like a child's toy.
I leaned on you and felt your heart pound,
Thus reminding me of the calypso sound.

Meeting you was like paradise on earth,
Bringing excitement to my pleasant heart.

You moved with grace and majesty,
leading the race along the way with honesty.

I never knew I could be this in love 

Until I encountered you from above.
Nights after night you were in my dreams, 

Refreshing me like a loving stream.
I longed every night for day to break
So I could play in your bay by day.
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Wait for me my precious sapphire,
For my love is truly like a burning fire, 

Consuming me with a tender passion

Waiting for an unending action.

You have revived me once again,
My noble and elegant stallion.
Meeting you was by fate, 

It was my decision making you my mate 

But me falling in love with you is beyond rate.

Could this be an illusion.?
An Angel on my door step,
Giving me this whole impression.
No, Its no illusion

But a vision trapped in a mission 

Grinding me in total obsession.

My Love and affection diffuses all attention,
Brings out expression
And burns out true confession.
Love is full of respect and appreciation;
It can’t be defined until it’s found.

Now that I've found you,
I will always be around you.

Yommybishop… The preachers son.

INSATIABLE DESIRE

This very day I have promised
To fulfill your desires and please you as you will
I have promised all night to eat your very meal
As I give you the taste of my big black meat.
Presenting yourself unwrapped to me
What a sweet rhythm this will be,
Serving you my sausage thick good wood
I will prove to you I cook only good food.
I'm ready to wrap you up with my leaves of passion
Massaging your untapped emotions
As I show you my skillful action.

My every inch is upright for you
Erected and ready to stir up your passion
Tonight, let's mind all we do
Not giving room for unnecessary distractions.
Let me give my all to you
As I lead you on in this emotional groove,
I want you to scream and mourn so loud
As I make on you my every move.

My fingers tracing the base of your breasts
Tracing way down into the center of your legs
My lips on your earlobe as I nibble it down your neck
With my breath hot on your skin
I'm sure your sensuality is in check.
Feasting on your pointed nipples
Let my tongue flick round it like riddles
My fingers working, rocking you beneath
As I feel your wetness in the hollow pit.

I heard you mourn, yet I want you scream my name
Let me kiss you down low
And satisfy my thirst from this flow
Let me tongue deep into your ocean
Back "n" Forth, making your body feel the sensual vibration
I will eat you up like fresh rubbies
Soft biting your clit, feeling its nectar on my lips
I will make you scream so loud cumming
With my face buried in between your hips
You be humming.

Babe; this desire of ours is INSATIABLE,
As we do it again and again till we are both unable.

Yommybishop©.......2015