LOVE, CRUSH AND THE SHADES BETWEEN
(An Anthology of Love Poems)
Pragma — Long Standing Love
A Tale of a Castle
And once stood a Cattle so beautiful,
Innocuous and yet unexplored
A castle haunted by fantasies
Till the Prince of pride strode by
So stood the castle with its treasure
Guarded with bullwarks, secluded
Awaiting its true loving lord
The Prince of pride toured its fire place
explored he, its crannies but for a chamber
Oh, chamber laced with pleasure and treasure
Oh, Chamber whose key lies only within the reach
of he who unlocks its secrets
And this prince, a valiant knight yet impatient
desired a knowledge of this strong room at all cost
To wait an eternity to unlock a chamber
To him was all a chasing of wind
Wallowed he then in bouts of depression
Vanity beclouded his short-lived love
And the castle of his pride and honour
became his castle in the air,
his castle of derilium.
Swiftly he traded his revered castle,
to the Prince of hope who revived its ardour
With his warmth, with admiration and joy
The castle was once again governed
But there still lies the chamber, of treasure and pleasure,
The heart and soul of the heralded castle
The desire and conquest of men of valour
The Prince of hope came, saw but never conquered
Other priorities demanding, away he went
And there still lies the castle, innocuous
Explored, but its enclosed chamber guarded and locked
Awaiting arrival of its lord so true
And if per chance or luck it be you
before you, the chamber shall lay bare its treasures.
LUDUS -(Playful Love)
THE COCK AND THE HEN
Said gallant Cock to Pretty hen
"How Lovely are your Shiny feathers!”
Lke the radiance of the morning sun.
Your ebony black feathers
That adorn the queen's hat.
Let me have a feel of them
In a realm of you and I"
Said flattered hen to anxious cock
"My feathers are of the Unique kind
I had them soaked in olive oil
For a week and two days more
Then polished them with the hedgehog
And smoothened by the Peacock
You say they are lovely, thanks"
Said gallant Cock to pleased hen
"Let me show you a bit dance steps.
As I sing an eulogy of your beauty
Of your lovely moon-filled eyes
And your dazzling royal comb
Your features blink currents to my heart
Gosh, please, sweet dear hen!
Let me dance to your glory and sing
Songs of love to my heart’s desire.
Very well then" said fleeceable hen
The gallant white cock with zeal danced
round the compliant, mesmerized hen
momentarily letting his "agbada" fall and rise
He danced bata, he danced atilogu
Naive hen played hide and seek
"Dance closer to me" said Sly Cock
"I’m obssesed with you, O adorable hen"
Flattered hen danced closer to the Gallant Cock
"Let me stroke your royal feathers”, said he
“bend a bit lower for you are gracefully tall.
Oh, how silky are your feathers", Sweet Hen
Submissive hen bent in lush and pride
Cunning Cock mounted in steeze and style
Docile dreamy hen was soon hypnotised
A ream of eulogy for few seconds ecstacy
Was cunning cock's style and carnal taste
Soon Sly Cock took to his heels
Hen's stolen heart smashed in his dirty claws
"Where go thou, O darling cock?" Said Hen.
"I go hither dear gullible hen.
To that brownish plumpy damsel before me
Whose Petals are still blooming, still fresh.
While her pretty eyes sing songs to my heart. "
"Let me have mine", yelled Cheated Hen.
"Yours? Your heart? Obsolete and cold! Outdated for my emerging trends.
Have it!" scorned the uncultured cock
"for now my eyes have found a better one.
EROS - (Passionate Love)
COULD IT BE LOVE?
It sneaks in like epilepsy
And throws its victim
Into uncontrollable gestures
Like the blow of a celebrated boxer
To his losing opponent. It makes you
Lost in a world of fantasy
Rings of coloured stars
Hovering over your head
It stuns!
It Captivates!
It overwhelms!
Like a computer Virus
Obstructing other softwares
Perhaps it’s infatuation
Or could it be love?
EROS - Passionate Love 2
COULD IT BE LOVE TOO?
My heart plays me tricks
As the sun becomes a face
A face that brightens my life
Every new moon, a smile
A smile that steals off my heart
And the flowers, little bridesmaids
That swing their heads
To the rhythmic beats of my heart
The future thickened like the clouds
The Present Crawling like a worm
The Past hunting its Prey
I have become the Victim
Of a devouring virus
I am the Prey
The Prey of fear
The fear to love
The love of someone
Who dominates my senses
And has become the theme
Of my hallucinating dreams
Oh, sleep eludes me
My heart wishes to speak
But speech becomes babbles
Until I speak the mind
Of my fearful heart
Tell me my friend
Could it be love?
DEADPAN LOVE - Empty Love
COUPLES OF CUPID
Lady Robin said to her groom
"My chicks are due soon
right after the next moon
wither do I lay my eggs?"
Sir Robin collected the grass and twig
And on the tree where grows the fig
He made a nest well-built and big
So, Lady Robin laid in Peace
In trials and in tempest
Sir Robin stood the test
He neither ate nor did he rest
Till his dear Lady bird was fed.
And Mrs. Daulington said to her groom.
My baby is due so soon
Just four more days and its June
And my little one arrives thence
Mr. Darlington spoke of an appointment
And for his wife’s dissappointment
No, he’s not at all negligent.
He had to travel in the month of June.
Mrs Darlington trudged to the Clinic
Mr. Darlington went on a date, a Picnic.
Mrs Darlington laboured in fear and panic
Mr. Darlington enjoyed a lovely Picnic
AGAPE - Love of God
My Heartfelt Desire
It is my heartfelt desire
To love the Lord, my God
My foremost heartfelt desire
To adore the Lord of the world
My Very heartfelt desire
My faith to keep to the end
My utmost heartfelt desire
To be my neighbours' friend.
EROS - Passion and Infatuation
HARMFUL LOVE
She is the dreamy dove
that seeks solace
in the lion's mane
that abhors the advances
of the Robin
She is the butterfly
that incessantly flirts
with the ardour of the fire
She is the cool, the gentle
like the evening breeze
She is the naive,
Like a toddler that toys
With the broken edges.
of a glitering glass
The lion's mane
Exudes comfort
His walks, confidence
He is the Lion
Paragon of class
Epitome of Ego
Idol of respect
Romantic but...
unless the lion
agrees to lose
Its crave for flesh
Another Juliet will lose
Her pride for unconcerned Romeo.
What to expect when a child
Sees no distinction
between the Dolphin and the shark
But perhaps,
Jack could lay down
His vicious teeth,
For the titanic love of Rose,
Perhaps, the Lion's mane,
Can be an abode
For the nest of a dove
Perhaps, Joseph's dreams
Will actualize and Perhaps
Snakes will fly!
PRAGMA - Enduring Love
IT’S NOT MY FAULT
It's not my fault
you were uppermost in my thoughts
As if it was my fault
when blindfolded and shot
With cupid's sweet piercing arrow
Never took cognizance of it there
But you knew you had it all along
And minded not if I had too.
Now you blaim and claim
that it was my fault.
But is it my fault?
You blindfolded, I blinded
And nothing else mattered more
From my very expected entrance
To the fourth Planet of the universe.
I knew I had it as a mate
And you knew you had it too
But who will break the breaking news.
No, not I would bell the cat
So, it’s not my fault.
Then, Is it my fault?
that the first fruit of our union
Flickers like a lantern with a short wick
Blinks like the christmas light
Our little Pretty Princess
Flunctuating night and day
Worse than the blinking of the eyelids
My heart Prerced with sorrow
As if it was my fault.
Still then, it’s not our fault
Our union has now been sealed.
Our Oath has already been taken
Cupid has chosen its victims
and sickle cell, captured its Prey
Has burdened us with this Cute cross
All we need is the strength to hope
And not to be wasted,
On whose fault it is.
STORGE —Familial Love
IYANIWURA
How much do I pay
For those fragile months
My life was in your hands?
When you could have discarded me
Deleted like an unwanted document
Or starve to death while I clung
To you for life that I may live.
You bore me a burden
For nine non-resting months
An’ while I weaned,
You sang. I cried,
You cajoled. I screamed,
You petted. I scratched,
Suckled with no thanks,
Had no pity when you felt weak
Still I slept you watched.
How much do I pay
For those silly mistakes
that I ought not to have made?
I, the prodigal child have been
When your left hand spanked,
Your right hand coaxed
Still I refused to learn
Yelled at you for showing care
Yet the appraisal effigies I have won Have been as a result of your support.
So how much do I pay,
To the best mom in the world?
