I dream of a rainbow wood
In a world beyond our moor
Where the moon looms as the sun
And fireflies twirl into stars

I dream of a rainbow wood
Of singing fairies and listening unicorns
Where dancing dwarfs and crickets
Weave music into the clouds

I dream of a rainbow wood
Its seasons telling stories of spring blossoms
Of autumnal colours and winds
Of summer’s delights and warmth
Of winter’s chill and plays of snowballs

The Crow

Lonely pines covered in snow
Tremble under moonlight’s glow
Anticipating high drama
As the wind doth blow

Singular black crow
Perched on branch below
Fluttering feathered wings
Although his movement slow

Taking to grey skies that grow
In solid winter’s throes
No screech of complaint
For gale or frozen woe

Secluded streets in lamplight lie
Awash with cleansing rain
Awaiting dawns first sign
life has begun again

concentric circles on pavement form
left by heaven's tears
the solitude of this night
forever cast in years

I watch the drops trickle down the pane
and thoughts are of you once again
so long since I've heard your voice
memories did not leave a choice

With face in hands
I try to hide
the tears
beneath the rain

I can only see the moon in the crescents of your tear drops
as you wake up at 5 am with an open, dry mouth
like an open source of information, raped by quasi-scientists
and journalists alike; I am plagued
by the symmetry that lies in the reflections of our skin cells
just sequins that repeat the same sequence - cloning...

Don't worry I'll be there soon
in my old beat up pickup truck
on this evening of a half full moon.
We'll see if we have any luck.

I know that you prefer your trout
from tumbling mountain waterways
where hemlocks whisper and rapids shout
and cool reigns on these summer days.

But that would be too hard and far
(your withered body tells me so)
so we'll go to where a gravel bar
floods only when the turbines flow.

The path was filled with twists and turns
The skies roared with thunder’s screams
Rain fell freely as the stars shined on me

The burdens on my shoulder weighed me down
As I walked thorough muddy alley ways
Filled with insecurity a thought came to me

What if I left my worries on the side of a street
So, the following night I carried out my plan
Suddenly the clouds started to flee

The sun watched as smiles played on faces
The muddy streets were clear and welcoming
Even agony joined in on the celebration

I looked at the streets of Lagos
Humans and vehicles disappeared
Freedom Park attracted a protest
Prices of things have gone up
Living wage becomes harder to run
Sudden subsidy withdrawal on fuel
The reason reeling at the center
Civil society joined hands with labour
Against the reversal of pump price
Hear the cry and the indignation
Like salt added to an open wound
The pains bit deep to the marrow
A call to address endemic sleaze
And bring perpetrators to justice

With a robust smell that fills the air,
Better than coffee any day, anywhere.
The smooth flowing flavor when bitten,
Oh honey, I'm smitten .
For Chocolate.

The white chocolate so mild and sweet,
Different from the others how neat.
A subtle hint of cocoa bean,
Without being really rich and lean.

Standing still only made the embers burn you more easily,
And yet they were so beautiful,
Because they didn’t hurt you,
You constantly change your skin.

Standing in the dark made you more mysterious,
No one would have approved,
But many would have accepted you,
No one ignores you.

Rubbing your skin with paint made you all the more unique,
You had made us all fall in love,
While others sought your end,
You are color.

you all have transformed,
a non- poet to one
and
now you
quote

out of many poems,
composed
can't yet find fifty-one
to enclose in a book form

can someone salvage!
identify the ones
which across the internet shall spread
as all earnings if any
will be Cancer’s kitty
have no pity,
read upon my souls transmission,
heaven has sent me on this mission

for man is born to die one day,
more unfortunate ones
go the cancer way.