I Can't Erase You

My mornings are all spent
looking up at my ceiling;
seeing your face spread on the white paint.

The sole bulb in my room is your navel,
sometimes I believe you are actually painted there,
but it is always a projection of my thoughts.

There is nowhere else I would want you but by my side,
each and every morn, your arm on my chest,
I am pretty sure I'd always smile at you Pretty.

I would tread my paths with delightful care,
only to see you again in one piece at dusk.

I would explore you like a rat in a maze,
Only that my maze would be sealed by your charm,
I wouldn't be helpless because in you I find a solace;
Your smile with lazy eyes would be my healer, I'd be your patient.
My dose I'd never miss, because it is you.

I wouldn't buy a telescope;
I would stare at the stars in your eyes,
My hands would get dirty but never rough;
I wouldn't want to mess with your tenderness;
My voice would be your lullaby because in it you are soothed;
I wouldn't strain myself, even you,
because in you I find a resort; a place I can call home.

Halfway to the Moon

I stood on the vast plain yesternight,
my eyes were attached to the stars,
I wanted to go to the Moon,
and to reach there, so I was advised
I had to fix my aim to the stars yonder.

I glid, slowly through the sweet warm evening air,
with just one yearnin', one call,
I moved further higher, leaving Earth to its misery,
I felt wet all over,
the clouds, a sight to behold!

I moved higher,
the moon grew bigger,
my body began to freeze, and so did my mind.

If I left earth,
would I ever behold the beauty of the rising sun?
Would I feel warmth of my family,
would I jump at the sight of my love?
would I even have the gravity to hold me down to my seat,
with my buddies as we watched soccer?
Would I have the pleasure of strolling the sidewalks,
taking in the aroma of mixed dinners in the hood?
I looked back down,
and oh! it was the best sight!
I fell down, down, down to my Earth,
my home, where I belong


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Walletine

Valentine is over dear,

Just like the day before you are still near,

With you I don’t live in this euphoria fear,

What to buy you, where to take you, all that for one day love a year.

Walletine is over as well,

I didn’t have to promise you a night of diamond; to hell,

You know that villa rosa kempinski hotel,

I know you prefer golden love to dwell.

Wasn’t our night more special?

The love we made with your crazy super sexy flexibility that was tangential,

With rhythms that were perfectly in sync without any differential,

Sure love; our night was more presidential.

Each day is always special with you,

We woke up still attached like glue,

Kissed to reaffirm that it’s true,

If it’s about us, I wouldn’t ask my shoe.

That Sauti sol song “mama papa” playing smoothly in the background,

I need to keep you forever in my life around,

Our marriage will be perfectly profound,

Always be my only queen that’s love crowned,

Let this love be timeless.

Two Shades of Gray

I heard of a voice down the alley,
the first thought was a couple, a whisper of the lady,
taken high by the tight clutch of her man,
also taken high, with lust, like a jet with no parachute,
my conscience held a ceremonial fight with my feet,
like a kid who has been promised candy,
only and only if he doesn't touch the toy.

My feet evidently won the battle,
for the next minute I found myself walking down the alley,
literally creeping,
like whatever I wanted to see held the key to my breath.

The voice grew louder with each step I took,
like I was pumping energy into it,
it was a low voice, the kind you hear on rare occasions,
an indication of extreme emotions or feelings.

Ever observed the antennae of a cockroach when it senses your presence?
I couldn't describe my curiosity any other way,
my adrenaline was moving at paces I trust my feet could never achieve,
my curiosity moved me on and on.

What I saw moved my heart into my throat, literally,
I almost threw up,
a lady lay there, no longer human,
her face covered in her own blood,
I think she looked up to me,
and drew in her last.

Room Nine

Tonight she came late,

I had been sitting in our usual room nine waiting for my date,

We have been doing this discreetly for some months now, about eight,

Just love no hate.

Room nine was a neutral place,

For our discretion this would mean no trace,

She’d always make an appearance from the back door to hide her face,

What we did meant we had to be safe.

She came in dressed in a black trench coat,

This erased all the anger for keeping me waiting,

It was like I was programmed and she had the remote,

As she unbuttoned I felt like she had kept me forever wanting.

This wasn’t different from the norm,

All that’s cold sinful but still warm,

If either of our partners knew it would cause a storm,

We never shared anything personal, all pleasure and best to perform.

This was a first,

Deep as we quenched our lust,

Someone knocked at the door,

My guess is as good as yours, I still don’t know.

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.