Because I’m Happy … (-:

After two and a half months of frustration,

Almost to a point of depression,

I’m now here full of happy expressions,

I can’t help but long for a celebration.

That awesome moment when your heart wants to explode,

For nothing but happiness is boiling inside you, implode,

My favourite shoes and hoodie I donned,

Humming and smiling all the way as I stroll down the road.

He’s AMAZING! Is all I can say,

For hearing and answering all I could pray,

He’s too awesome and amazing, I replay,

For turning my sorrows into joy, so bright as day,

Anything to mess this good mood I ignore, swerve and say Nay!

HASHTAG Govt

Just in case I die out of any Al-shabab sport hunting,

Or any tribal fighting,

Let it be known that there is no Government hashtag SAVING,

They only blind us and keep us SLAVING.

Ulinzi unaanza na wewe,

Wizi inaanza na yeye,

Tujilinde sisi WENYEWE,

Ndo watugandamishe hao MAMWEWE.

I live in fear of tomorrow,

This thought gives me unending sorrow,

My life is someone else’s to ‘BORROW,’

Our wildlife are on the ‘red dragons’ BUREAU.

Najilinda kwa maneno,

Wanitafuna kwa meno,

Ukijitetea kwa NENO,

Ukoloni mambo leo.

#Hashtag #Hashtag

ANGELITA

Her thought touches my heart
like rain drops pat the earth.
I can't help but think about her
like a drunk thinks of the bar.

Every morning, noon and night,
I suffer from a romantic bite.
These feelings I dare not fight
because love is always right.

Her picture pursues my pain
like 'dry season' chases the rain.
I can't get her off my brain;
she's the blood and I am the vein.

Wish these can go beyond my dreams;
her presence will be most- supreme.
Flows of emotions gone extreme;
it surpasses that of a stream.

As everyday drastically dies,
in my heart her image lies.
I pray God will hear my cries
and ease me of my sad sighs.

lanre badmus
2014 november

ROMANTIC RHYMES

Like a myth, I am really old
but like the moon at dawn, I'm not bold.
A picture my mind wishes to hold-
around your bosom I want to fold
amidst a night so cold.

Your beauty is worth more than gold;
a fact that can never be sold.
You are a treasure tale untold-
a status others wish to mold.

Our beautiful bodies, let us cuddle.
At least to an extent let's fondle.
Let me kill that burning candle,
and our intimacy, let's double.

My love for you is arrantly aggressive.
Thus all it takes, I will give
to inspire my lovely love to live
and impose on you a deep relief-
a sacrifice so hard to believe.

lanre badmus
2004

CANT LIVE WITHOUTH YOU

Several seasons, slain
by the torture of time.
Many decades, drowned
in the cold waters of death.
Uncountable days, dried up
by the scorching sight of sorrow
like thirsty plants in the Sahara....
I still think about you like
dusk desperately longs for dawn.
And I still dream about you
like a refugee thinks of home.

Since you strolled out of my life,
happiness has lost her limb
within my humble heart.
Loneliness has lacerated my lungs
and it sternly strives to suffocate me
till death dines on my life.
Thus, as time's heart-beat pounds on
like that of an angry thunder,
I've come to be in terms
with the ferocious fact that
I cant just live without you.

lanre badmus
2008

THE BEST POEM I EVER WROTE

The best poem i ever wrote
was that nice romantic note
in form of a love letter
which i gave to you in my car.

The explicit expression of love
that has insisted not to dissolve.
The free flow of emotions-
genuine love from all indications.

I wasn't purposefully poetic
but poetry was at her peak.
Wise words whisked through lines-
sure you really felt fine.

A message armed with sincerity.
with stanzas blessed with quality.
Take it hook, line and sinker;
i'ts all from your sweet lover.

You have been an unshakable anchor.
A real woman to the core.
All i have remains yours-
I swear by the oath laws.

lanre badmus
2014

MATRIMONIAL DOORS

MATRIMONIAL DOORS


A lingering look into your eyes
as bright as the sunrise
gives me a healthy hope;
thus, with life i can cope.

Your sweet and silent smiles
arrest in perpetuity, my cries.
Your loud and genuine laughter
lives my anguish well- shattered.

Your voice blessed with poise
and starved of every noise,
gives me a kind of sensual feeling;
its more of a romantic healing.

Your gorgeous gestures
give me profound pleasure.
Your long lasting love
is a blessing from above.

What else do I want from life
than for you to become my wife.
Come take what is yours
and shut all matrimonial doors.

lanre badmus
14-5-12

If walls had eyes and ears

They offer confinement to many activities,

Many shady businesses are done here,

Many evil is done here,

Also Benedictus is done here,

If only walls had eyes and ears.

Its where the devil directs people to sin,

It’s where Jesus appeared and told the disciples to preach the gospel,

It’s where post-election violence was planned,

It’s where reconciliation was found,

It’s where slavery was planned,

It’s where freedom was found,

It’s where the dead are kept,

It’s where babies are born too.

If walls had eyes and ears,

How much could they have seen and heard?

A mouth would be a blessing to add to it,

In search of truth we would seek it,

Some bitter some relieving,

There would be no need for witnesses,

The wall would tell it all.

Can't Let go

She walks just past me,

She leaves me trembling down to my knee,

I could tell she held my hearts key,

She did flood me with feelings unexplained like a rogue sea.

My eyeball moved with the motion of her hips,

The way I had held them as I kissed her lips,

The perfect curves I had seen every time she strips,

Whenever she stood at the path of the sun rays she’d form an eclipse.

A while ago we had a serious argument,

This was our first and it was quite turbulent,

She even threatened me with some divorce document,

Saying she will leave me permanent.

This wasn’t fair,

Everyone knew we were a perfect pair,

I knew without her it was a nightmare,

The kind of dream that I wouldn’t want to be there.

Her back will not be what I see last,

I run towards her fast,

I kiss her out of her worst,

With every cell of my body I knew this was past.

Ball, Ball & Woody

Stuck inside this pants,

Unable to get air that I want,

Squeezed by the manly thighs,

I choke but mostly I get high,

At least am never alone,

My somehow identical friend empathizes with me,

He is held a distant lower near the knee,

He says his name is Ball,

Guess what I’m Ball too,

Our population is only two,

Our other friends live inside the body,

We are left outside me, Ball and woody,

Woody works in the slippery of places,

He says he likes the tightest of spaces,

We help each other though he doesn’t ever invite us inside,

With his message to come we’ve always replied,

Only for him to snob us thereafter,

With his seizure like laughter,

I & ball think we are just being used,

I think we are sometimes abused,

We are looking for new friends like the liver,

Maybe the heart I hear he is loyal,

To make us feel loved and royal,

For now we wait for our invitation within.

The Capital

I walk in this congested streets,
Confused and out of wits,
All I see is women with beautiful tits,
Not only that, see their beautiful naked legs & feets.

She walks past me with a tight short skirt,
I can tell she looks sexy & smart,
Another let the clothes hug her body fat,
She looks like she has several butts.

I bump into someone and fall,
Its like I've hit a wall,
He walks away without guilt as he picks his call,
I collect myself wishing he'd next hit a pole.

I continue walking among this population,
Crippled with the Western mutation,
Anything just to get attention,
Only to feel they belong as their intention.

Mesmerized by the so many 'ladies' dressing near nude,
With sagged pants from the dudes,
In my village this would look rude,
A proper long dress & well fit & worn pants would always be good for the mood.

My first day in a big town,
Among the great with known nouns,
Soon I'll have adjusted to all that wow,
As the city swallows me at least not now.

Death of a Night Knight

The night knight, donned in the clanging shielding armour,
on his dark horse, the symbol of death he rides on,
with a sword the size of his rib, the smallest but mightiest in his unit.

He comes with the hush of the evening breeze,
with courageous smiles and pride, mind you it may be his very last,
but care and worry are the last he may think of,
the night knight.

He takes in a deep breath, as his eyes take in the sight of the loot,
he intends to make riches out of the would-be captives,
now resting on their hard beds, their peace uninterrupted.

He is assured of victory, and robbing thousands of necks of their heads,
He relies on the war cries of his men, the outer source of his strength,
his mind is full of the praises and women back home,
the prize for his result, an outstanding victory.

He stands his guard, but he sees not the poisoned arrow,
straight from the tree he passed by, to the joint of his neck,
He falls from the dark horse, the symbol of death itself,
down to the ground, which awaits to swallow him,
he draws his very last breath from the breeze,
the very breeze that gave him a false promise,
a promise of victory.

The death of a night knight.