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

Always on social media, giving social fobia

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 can’t 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©

MYTH OF MY CHILDHOOD

There is a myth that was told since I was born

The myth that gladdens my heart when I was young

The myth of where I came from, and where I belong

The myth of our fathers

Of who takes over when they are gone

The fallacy that left us shattered

The truth that doesn’t matter

The colors they painted with their palette

The path they treated as a scarlet.

When I was young father once told me to be strong

That one day to the top I belong

My teacher mantra me ‘leader of tomorrow’

Perhaps they said these to wipe away my sorrow.

But seems tomorrow never come

Or maybe I’m just forever young.

Though I can haul and urge them no more

No more can I endure to bear their brunt

Its dawn but the cocks still don’t crow

Ticking of time but our infants still don’t grow

Days roll into months, months into years

Our drumming rain turns lazy dew in the ears

While our waving sun changes to sleeping moon.

Our well is running dry, metamorphosed into a stony pit

Surrounded by dancing leafs

From the leafy branches of a sheltering tree

In the still of the night, our fathers stole away our right

Rotating and revolving in selfish pride

They raped her and left the groom with no bride

The rulers I know are still ruling

While tomorrows leader are trapped in their childhood myth looking

The myth of my childhood

The myth that rips me off my manhood

The Ecstasy that bind us

The love that blind us

Lying on my mothers chest

Sucking on my fathers breast

My lips on his hard on nipples

Excitement spread in like ripples

Federal character a wailing abracadabra

A predicament sweet as venom, the treasure stolen in billion

We seek freedom from the rulers of this kingdom

They using us to rise to stardom, while our lives abandoned.

Sing it in their ears that again she’s in her period of Ovulation

Sing it all through the nation, on Tv and every radio station

As we the youth are set on edge, for an un-ending Revolution.

Yommybishop……………©November2012

The Eagles Eye

I see placards everywhere, in the first week of the year
I see them on the street
Walking in the sun on bare feet.
I see them in the market place
Whispering to the neighbor selling lace.
I see them on their mama’s back
Strapped with a wrapper around her chest
I see them with tie on their necks
Rushing to sit on their busy desks
Trying to give it their best
Yet their mind is never at rest.
I see them in their place of worship
Making their Priest and Imam their Lordship
I see them profuse and confused
Their attention hijacked and diffused.
I see them peeping through their little windows
Women afraid another bomb blast can make them widows.
I see tears in their eyes, falling like rain drops from the sky
I see Babylonian in Zion, striking hot the cold iron
Tearing down flesh like a hungry lion
Actualizing their evil plans of eon
I see fear on people’s faces
Scared to go to rowdy places
I see them walk home in pace
Cus the authority has since abandoned their case.
As the evil try to open up can of worms
The government thinks it’s just a storm in a tea cup
But the people are terrified by war songs
Singing yet biting their sour tongues.

I see their leaders as the highest bidder.
The so called senators are nothing but a bunch of predators
I see them in the lower chamber
Throwing words at each other with hot temper
Assembled in the ad hoc house,
Just to taste the cheese like Mickey Mouse
They are making policies for us to see
But their minds are corrupt, waiting to launder money over seas
Not the EFCC or ICPC can stop them
Cus they are agencies too blind to see them.
We are being given concoction for abortion
Investigation is their language in ugly situations
What else could it be but corruption
They are all crooks; even the few with integrity are disappointing
Don’t ask how, just ask Farouk.

I heard him say he has no shoes.
Shoes are not working tools, so tell him we are no fools.
I wish to put it all in my gazette,
But he has since refused to declare his assets
Acting funny, showing off his flat and ugly biceps
Eating cassava bread with no license.
He shed crocodile tears when humans are sacrificed
I don’t know what to say, but his tears are insignificant
The last time I heard, two birds dropped from the sky
The first ran into a moving van leaving some dead in Ghana
The second fell in our neighborhood, her name was Dana
Leaving cloud of dust and thick smoke in the air
Dead bodies are found lying everywhere.
In the north, everyday homes are destroyed
To the grave, great destinies are deployed.
All this I see through the eye of an Eagle
We need to redeem the days cus it’s full of evil.
I see Babylonian in Zion,
Tearing down flesh like a hungry lion
I see hustling and bustling in fear
In see a government that doesn’t care
They are serving us concoction for abortion
Corruption has eaten deep into our dear Nation
Give us light, good roads and water,
The youths need jobs, tired of eating bread and butter.
We need security, let the killing stop
Tell it loud; tell it to the man on top.

Yommybishop………
©July 2012                                                                               

My Worst Blow Job

I didn’t mean to do it
Am shaking and my fist is clenching
I’m biting as my lips got swollen
My mind is racing and profusely I’m sweating
Excitement jerks inside as fear ejaculates outside
I didn’t mean to come this quick
But I kept hearing them calling
Making sure am not in any way stalling
I see the surprise in her eyes
Looking at me strangely as I pray to the sky
Stream of memories flows to mind
Memories of the world which I became blind.

I didn’t mean to drop it
Not this quick, especially when I wish I could stop it.
I remember coming in from behind
Moving in slowly like a gentle man’s kite
Not in a rush, trying to be kind
But my music reached crescendo just in time
Lunching myself into the crowd
The situation is about to climax
As my soul is already taking into cloud.
When it’s coming down my face wears a frown
But I was told at the end lies my winning crown.
When it’s ending my spirit keeps bending
Going back to how I began my lonely journey
But now I’m asked to end it, taking along with me so many
My duty is to do the job of who sent me
The sect that made and the belief that bend me.

I didn’t mean to do it.
But I was told it will be my gate pass to glory
And only this act can make me holy.
Fighting a battle for my creator
Turning me into a blood sucking predator
My conscience sold out, waiting for me to blow out
Strapped around me are cans of explosives
Meant to run into the camp of the offensives
Killing infidels is our major agenda
And those not following the Islamic calendar.

Before now, I drop polythene in rowdy junctions
But now I’m meant to ram myself into their holy functions
This will be my last and worst blow job
Cos after this you will hear of me no more
I’m just a victim, out of the main stream
A pawn piece in the hand of the devil
Tell this to her grief as I take my leave
I didn’t meant for her to be bereaved
This is my worst blow job
An evil act we need to stop.

Yommybishop………©August 2012.

(A peep into the mind of a Terrorist, an innocent Boko Haram).