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Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,  Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, Dims the cave of mirrors. Ghost fingers Comb seaweed hair, stroke aquamarine veins  Of marooned mariners, captives  Of Circe's sultry notes. The barman Dispenses igneous potions ? Somnambulist, the band plays on.  Cocktail mixer, silvery fish Dances for limpet clients. Applause is steeped in lassitude, Tangled in webs of lovers' whispers And artful eyelash of the androgynous. The hovering notes caress the night  Mellowed deep indigo ?still they play. Departures linger. Absences do not Deplete the tavern. They hang over the haze  As exhalations from receded shores. Soon, Night repossesses the silence, but till dawn The notes hold sway, smoky Epiphanies, possessive of the hours. This music's plaint forgives, redeems  The deafness of the world. Night turns Homewards, sheathed in notes of solace, pleats The broke

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Son, I wish I could wake up and see you standing there. Then I would know that it was just a nightmare. Son, I remember when you were small and how you would hold my hand,  and as you grew older you became my best friend. Son, I have 29 years of memories that I will treasure and keep safe in my heart. We share a bond that time and distance can never break apart. Son, oh how my heart aches so. I would love to have you back and never let you go. Son, where there was happiness,  now there is sadness. Son, how I long to hear your voice and see your beautiful smile  and have you back for just a little while. Son, until that day I see you again,  I will look to the sky and search among the stars for my son and best friend. Love, Mom Barbara J. Rouse

Baby don't move until I say you move, For the love I have for you is crowned with prime, What my tongue speaks my account can prove, Please tell me that you got some time. Oh please gone are those days Davido, Just cut the chase I only whine for the doe, Spray me the cash or away you go, Don't want no love you should already know. Holy shit could it be the money I got, Could it be the bottles I pop, Thought the feelings were mutual apparently it's not, Can be naughty too we party till the panties drop. I am O.B.O I move money in a bullion van, So regardless would have sprayed you the cash, Bitch go get yourself some other plan, You a hoe so I'll be out in a flash.                                                                                              saefhenry osas Original lyrics by davido:

She who is wise in all grace Learned and dignified by her royal lace Chosen by the forebears themselves To be the custodian and protector of The Edo heritage and peoples She who was destined to be queen Right from the womb . For it is said : Aise agbon rrio oba Ehimwin ake rrio re. She who has taken over from grandmother, iye wven ni ye Whose strength surpasses that of a panther . She who sees both yesterday and tomorrow May your reign know no sorrow . She who we all, call Jemimah May your fame and prosperity Echo In distant lands and borders. May your coming as Iye the second Be Long and Peaceful Ise!! #age #birth #love #benin #princess #love #saefexperience #saefpoem #saef       Saefhenry osas

Bitcoin, my true cause of mood swings, Married you at an all-time high,  And what then do you bring?  That my anger shouldn't kill you with my eye.  I cannot trust banks I know,  But they don't pump and dump,  The disappointment I bear made me left them so,  Then you invaded with a 70% pump.  You told me you loved me,  And quickly inflated my savings,  Even got me a house and entangled me to thee.  So I can buy more of what spot is craving.  Now I dare not open my wallet,  My blockfolio mocks me to the moon,  You left me for the whale's cos of their pocket,  Hearing John McAfee changes the tune,  Oh! my bitcoin as your colors did fly,  Will you ever be back at all time high?                                                             saefhenryosas

Like cankerworms, They have eaten the womb of the nation, They promised happiness in various forms, At the end we are left with damnation, How then can youths fashion the future? Living here is a certain kind of torture. This is no place else but Nigeria, Where the motto says peace and unity, But division,negativity and tribalism is the main criteria, To eat, live and serve any office community, Fulani herdsmen are above the law and he knows why, The man who only keeps count of how many times we cry. Living in Nigeria alone is a way to die, Yet we walk by each other like we have nothing to say, But you must die as well as I, So why can't we fight for the same thing in every way? We got to face up our fears and look to ourselves, Only then does it make sense to pray and try to make amends. Green lands are for children to play, Tribalism our minds must wash away, Barren lands are for coffins to lay, Where all hopes has died away, I

There is a swelling storm, What ensues shall for itself perform, I'm caught up in the middle of it all, Up the ladder and down the wall, And it takes control, A sort of besom that clears my soul. The person that I thought I was I shot her dead because, The girl I used to know, Will never stay content on the low, Or watch a young heart fail, Whenever storms assail.' Good thing there is a light To dwell in solemn shades of endless night. Even in the dark I feel its warmth, In my hands, and my heart, Why can't I hold on? When that greater dream had gone. It comes and goes in waves, It always does, it always does, We watch as our young hearts fade, Into the flood, into the flood, The freedom of falling, Whipped by the storm, screaming and calling. A feeling I thought was set in stone, I let them stray, I thought of myself alone, I let it slip through my fingers, Now every lasting effect of you lingers, I'm trying hard to let go Whether i

HE 4 SHE One stereotype here another there, Calls what ought to be a human right a privilege, To seek out sorrow that dwells everywhere, Rights and freedom, over sacrilege. Do you need the opposite sex to validate your self-worth? Being glad about a new foolish quiet mirth. Men sometimes don’t realize gender inequality is their issue too, They see expressing emotions as a sign of weakness, The injuries that to yourself you do, A little bit of outlaw, a little bit of Jesus. Why can’t men express emotions and be what they please? A buoyant Spirit and a heart at ease. Men who need women to get their shit together are not attractive, Women who need men to be happy are spoilt little imps, Would that your brain was as active, You will realize the difference between a child and a shrimp, Why should everyone learn to cook and do household chores? So you feed yourself, your loved ones and be self-dependent. I had a friend who became a stranger,

  We have sought after life, Right from the point when we, tiny semens Inside daddy's two pride bags, Have to fight, so we'd survive.  We have learnt about life, From the point of fear, Where adults screams lingers,  And our inner voices tremble.  We became older and our voices too,  Like waters,  we flow, Casting off all odds,  We ignited a new beginning. We like the iroko tree they say can withstand  The tempestuous music of the wind. But can't resist to be taken aback by the  Many dance steps of the storm. By  Godwin Henry Osaigbovo (Pa Shakespeare)  Jegede Dawal Joseph (joejegz)  For SpearePoetry AshGreyMovement

​Twas like every November before it,  But this one came with an air of uncertainty, For the drums of celebrations had halted in may. When Owen celebrated his second birthday. Fate was finally smiling at  Evbareke Those around her had thought,  For indeed she, the child whose mother abandoned just nine months after her birth.  And left in the care of her sick father, Aged grand mother, And family members who cared less  For her existence. Had grown to become a beautiful girl,  Whose nature was fair, Like the back of a ripe  alimo  fruit Which falls bountifully in the Month of March.  She, the girl whose childhood  Was characterize by total neglect and Destitution had out of nothing found favour,  In the eyes of a decorated  soja  man. Fast forward to 1989. Her civil servant father died of an eerie Circumstance; a live fish was removed  From his stomach. Her life regained some sanity when The  soja  man married her, immediately after Her father's burial. He

He was always busy, serious and hardworking  Just like you.  He will get married to the love of his life Soon, just like you. The man whose dreams scared people away. Only a few knew him, just like you.  He thought his dreams will soon give birth Just like you. He would build a mansion for his parents  Just like you. Not today though, tomorrow is the perfect day to start,  he would say, just like you. He will build a home for his wife and kids  Just like you. Fantasies though, as he awaits the fate of morrow Just like you He was gifted, oh how his writings reduced  Brave men to tears, just like you He would pen down a novel that would win him the Nobel Prize tomorrow, Just like you. But he would wait for that uncircumcised Day  Just like you That an ovation will appease the skeleton of his dreams Just like you. And when things went contrary, he would blame the gods for his ill fate, just like you.  Because his tomorrow was never promised  just like you. He would sleep at night and

While you fold hands Doing nothing. Acting indifferent to the current State of this nation. Remember That in wars no one is innocent, And in one way or another Everyone is a casualty. Take out time to think, Take out time to preach peace. Do not take sides regardles  For a synonym for victims is hopeless. Pray for Peace! Support Sanity and diplomacy! Fight against genocide. Pray for the country Nigeria And    ... Godwin Henry Osaigbovo (Pa Shakespeare) For  P S F ASHGREY

POSTED ON AUGUST 23, 2017                   Live a life Lend a hand Bend a kneel Cross your four with a one Speak your mind Listen before you talk Talk after you’ve listened Give and await no return Laugh with those who value your worth Cry with those that mourn When confuse, ask questions. So your life won’t be miserable For dying young is terrible. And when they ask you How you do it? Tell them you’ve found peace within! And remember to pray for guidance From a higher power. Pa Shakespeare  

IBUDE [COMFORT] Days numbered after day Muttered words we’ve had to say May our dreams begin today Even in rebellion through faith we pray That our burden be light so we will be no prey For the legacy, we leave most will lay  Life they say ‘is a race not relay And with a few words, the wise is may Whilst the foolish dismay Thus  We live in a time that is frail So we toil day through night that we do not fail But you Do not forget that it’s white that turns gray Go  Com and Fort that you go not astray  For with earthlings, not all Com and stay.  PA SHAKESPHEARE

With time,  The barren becomes pregnant,  With time,  The pregnant woman becomes a mother,  With time,  The mother becomes a daughter,  With time,  The married woman becomes a widow,  With time,  The childless widow becomes an object of obscurity,  And weak pity.  With time, An heroes deed are told as stories, While great events become myths, And Once-Upon-A-Time.  For with time, Mountains metamorphose to sands,  Rivers turn farmlands,  And Hills reduce to slime.  And time, Frowns nor smiles on nothing, Neither does he give nor take something.  For only a fool boast with a dime.  Oh time,  You are so slow but yet too fast,  For our tomorrow only becomes yesterday,  Like the uncertain coloration of a lime.  Man is a slave to time,  As all men will answer to his call,  For the authority he exacts is divine,  Nothing happens without the consent of time.  The past is Time,  The present is Time The future is Time