HEAL! By ‘Lanre Bucknor

Hi guys. I was gonna resume my ‘Musings’ after the events of the last few days but it turned out that the ‘moon’ served up excess ‘honey’. Anyways, let’s enjoy @lordrooz, as he enjoins us to ‘HEAL!’. Please enjoy, and use the comment box below

Heal!
Not because everyone
Wants you to
But
Because you have to
You need to

Heal!
Because you must
For yourself
And maybe
For someone else

Heal!
Because it’s the only thing
Holding you back
From being the dream
Of someone
Out there,
Waiting,
Praying
And maybe, just maybe
Longing,
To have you
In their arms,
Heart
and life

Heal!
Because you must!
You have to
For that special person

Please dear,
Go through this process
This Slow,
painful process

Do nothing else
After this

Just heal!

–  Heal.
‘Lanre Bucknor
@lordrooz

‘Lanre Bucknor writes from Lagos. He is always in a healing process because he learns everyday. He holds one word close to his heart and that word is SINCERITY.
‘Lanre can be found on twitter and Instagram via @lordrooz

LA VIDA LOCA (POETRY ) BY ‘LANRE BUCKNOR

La vida Loca

My rhymes are very local

Just like the mathematical loci

I will never remain docile.

 

La vida Loca

My love for you always is total

Not like the Baba Ijebu “TOTA”

It will never leave you in tatters

 

My Prima Donna

Our love will flourish in the fauna

You! my heart, my soul, my Querida

With you I belong, my Queen Madonna

 

La Vida Loca

‘Dola called me ‘local rhymer’

Buttressed by Oscar ma Nigga

They both agree I ain’t a slacker

 

Let’s sing La vida Loca

My rhymes are still very local

For You, my girl, I remain loyal

For You, my voice shall remain vocal

Viva my Super diva!

You are the joker in my poker

The magic Vaccine that cures the fever

With you around,  I am always a Sizzler!

 

‘Lanre Bucknor writes lazily from Lagos and wrote from Bida at some point. ‘Lanre gets inspired by so many thoughts, words and actions but too lazy to articulate them on paper. inspiration usually comes from the bathroom but by the time he wraps his towel around his tiny waist, he would have forgotten.

‘Lanre is on twitter and instagram as @lordrooz.

DARK POETRY BY KAYGEEGAL

Let’s write
The dark poetry
Let the pen bleed, with us
Stark naked and warm bodies
Drizzling honey from pot and rod

Let’s write, though
The dim light looms
But your eyes glitter
With fiery passion
For poetry or for orgasm?

Let’s write
About the experienced virgin
I’ll play the virgin
You, the gigolo
On this large soft silk

Let’s write
About the marvelous touches
That ignites dark poetry skills
Let it melt my very soul
And this pen will bleed with us

Wait! Is this pen still bleeding
Or under the ecstasy of our moulds?
Oh let’s write, dark poet
I’m sinking quicker than sand
In this poem, let my enthusiasm be felt

On this large soft paper
Let’s write
As I stroke your rod in fascination
That dark hunger on your face
Leaks my pot the more

While I bleed creamy snow white.
I see you engulf in overflowing passion
Nibbling, tasting, delving…waves over waves
Again I ask….
Are these for poetry or for orgasm?

This intense excitement that inspires us
To write in tongues over and over
Let’s finish this dark poetry before she comes
Back to claim you again
From your muse
Or let’s rise.

Picture Credit: Google

AMEBO BY KAYGEEGAL

Kaygeegal writes about the many tell tales in our daily life. Enjoy AMEBO, and remember to use the comment box. We appreciate feedback a lot. Thanks

The breeze blew
Harmonizing the hushes after stories
But I have heard…they were talking about me
About my hobby.

She said I’m a lazy seer

Prophetizing a wreckage future.
But I am no seer

I only emit things I see

I told the landlord that brother Jero helps rock his boat
Afterall he needs help down there.

Was I a lazy seer when I prophesied that Lere would die of black heart?
I alone see her around Sikiru 
When all hens shed their chickens at his presence
She dwells with him in the dark

I rock on my stool…listening
She that cast my news knows why 
Her beau laced her with that black rope I know nothing of
She should rejoice I see things
Her naive listener’s husband would have  climbed the unclimbed.

Am I still a lazy seer?
Am I wrong in protecting them all like a great shepherd?
Should I tell her now that her beau just escaped to the Corper’s chamber? 
Naaaaah…let her enjoy my tales with her listener
By my stool, they shall all pass

The writer is on twitter as @kaygeegal. She writes for leisure and pleasure

MY SMOOCH STIFLER (POETRY) BY ‘LANRE BUCKNOR

 

 

 

This happens to be the first post here this year. I remember promising that I would write more often. While I have failed in that regard, I still have the opportunity to make it right. For today, enjoy ‘Lanre Bucknor’s writing. Its quite a humorous read. Don’t forget to use the comment box too

As much as I want the beards
It has refused to heed my call
As much as I crave the beards
It has refused to yield result

Age has moved in geometrics
Beards chose to be arithmetic
If age were to be the metrics
Maybe mine would have been a matrix

One have seen the womenfolk adorn it
Even though they cherish it not
But not everyone of us chose to be apes
‘Cos some even remove with tapes

The quantity of hair elsewhere swells
Even though one wants them less
Like a military man bound by the code
Hair in the jaw region has refused to grow

Allison coke carves with mischevious smile
Same funny smirks that comes in phase
Methylated spirit wouldn’t change my case
As I have discovered beard gang isn’t my fate

Beard would serve some of us well
Most of us already going bald
For dual purpose in sunnah and gang
For maturity in wisdom and class

Picture Credit: http://www.google.com

 ‘Lanre is not particularly bald but have a receding hairline. He craves having beards but unfortunately for him so far, he hasn’t been able to keep a full one. Well, he is on twitter as @lordrooz