You are the silky gazelle of the esteemed paradise
Blazing radiance on me in a blissful beam;
Your daintiness flabbergasts me, so nice
I pray together we become a team.
The fauna and flora, with you I can’t compare
For wherever I go I see your face, my rose;
My love for you daily-multiplies, indeed not mere
For you are the reason I can take this proud pose.
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Words aren’t enough, actions may do,
To explicate how colossal my love for you
Is. My love for you is perpetual, my precious one;
My fair senorita, my one in a gazillion one.
My diva, my jewel of inestimable value,
My love for you is gargantuan, not mean.
Even the flora and fauna know that I love you,
And I know this love, my dear, you’ve seen!
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Life of an underground lyrical beast looking great
But one can imagine attempting to get the sure rate
To succeed, one's got to really hustle
And, yes, Life is pregnant with some kind of bustle!
Striving makes us great
But, How'd I get there, mate?
Nonstop hustle is, I trust, the sure key
But, first for God, I've got to be on my knee
If not both!
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I am the silent loudness in my commune
I am the goated sheep with a voice like a cacophonous tune,
I am the ambitious lad with no room,
Embraced by kwashiorkor, now I'm like a crooked broom.
I am the speaker loaded with a silent scream,
I am my mother's son with a big, fat, burgeoning dream
Let me not be the stationary aqua, let me not be stagnant
Stardom on my mind, indeed I have a dream pregnant.
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My words to whomever it may concern,
Heed not inattentively, for I'm here to affirm.
'A good name', they say,'is better than sacrifice',
And, I add, is indeed more valuable than jewels.
Why live a life so damn, in all façades, phoney?
Need I remind you that your living it isn't funny?
Why would you, folk, be ensnarled in frivolities
When all you'd get is none but mere trivialities?
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My words to a nation, obscure and vague,
The genesis of our pain, the start of a plague.
Why do we live so mini behind the stage?
My country, my nation, my anguish and source of rage!
Musa Yar'Adua started Einstein's equation,
A formula adopted by Goodluck, another man of vision.
The land was tranquil until Amaka decided to boo Harry,
Albeit they tin my Ibu, I still remember the pains I carry!
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Rain on my parade
And you'll get Karma's raid,
Attempt thwarting my praise,
And be put below raise!
Be that jealous foe while I traverse,
And presently you'll meet that reverse!
In the resplendent halls of Methodist Girls' High, celestial stars are found,
Favour Okpe, my JSS 1 school daughter, shining as the radiant sun, profound.
Edimenere, with her relentless academic prowess, a luminous beacon of light,
Angel Lekiah, a resplendent superstar, a mirror of my childhood's delight.
Gift Eberechukwu in JSS 2, a stunning brainiac of supreme intellect,
Alongside Boma, whose brilliance ascends to the heavens, a paragon of respect.
With seventeen more, each one cherished and stupendous, a joy divine,
Their presence fills my heart with narratives sublime.
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In hunger's grasp, I hobble and strain,
Like crutches, my stomach in pain.
Wheelchair dreams, where food does reign.
Through the fridge I lurch and swoop,
Craving snacks like a ravenous troop.
Wheelchair spins, in fridge I stoop.
Cupboards bare, I shuffle and creep,
Crutches clatter, in corners I peep.
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In a garden fair, where blooms unfurl,
Stood she, a vision, grace in every swirl,
Her smile, a sunbeam in the morning's glow, Captured my heart, where love's rivers flow.
Together now, through life's uncertain course, Through joyous highs and tempests' fierce force,
Our love, a bastion, in every stance,
In trials faced, our hearts find true romance.
For life, a tapestry of trials and grace,
Yet hand in hand, we conquer every chase,
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