11:50pm. Àtùpà (Lantern)

I am the light, I cloak you from darkness
I see you, I feel your worries
I enlighten your heart;
Sure you don’t get lost in the dark
And this I think, light your path.

Few hours ago,
Before the night beckoned on your soul,
I found you, sun has not ducked fully on the meadows.
I told twilight that moonlight would not be bright enough
To walk your lonely self in the dark.

So I make sacrifice to burn all night for you,
Whilst I wish a candle could burn for me alone.
I don’t trust the moonlight to keep you safe
But I trust in my flames, it will keep you warm.

I illuminate your way while in need of illumination,
For I am your ATUPA. I assure you,
You will always survive darkness under my flames…

®Jaiye_Taiwo with Fisayo (Natur’s Quill)

Date: Tuesday 9th of July 2019.

Lust by Jaiye_Taiwo

Bathe with me in a pool of chilly water,
With the foams floating and our bodies shivering,
Goose bumps allover, my nipples erect
Our bodies shaking with lust

Lay me on a bed of roses
With candles lit and soft music playing,
The lights off.,the windows open and soft breeze blowing
Whisper into my ear, the things you want to do to me
I don’t care if it hurts, Give me a love bite.. just do it..
Touch me from the hair on my head to the nails on my toe

Tickle my fancy,
Make me go wild with lust,
Make my eyes yearn for your stare,
My ears for your words,
My lips for your kiss,
My body for your touch

Make me go wild with lust
Give me all of you
I will give you all of me
Make me hot and cold
Make me smile and cry
Give me pain and pleasure..
Make Love to me…

©Jaiyeola Taiwo Khadijat

Reasons and Redwoods by Richard Wilson Moss

I would climb redwoods
I have my reasons
But there at the top of them
Clouds confer, droplets talk of jumping
Angels are angry, seething
How dare one break into heaven
Picking the lock of hell.

© Richard Wilson Moss.

Letters xxix

To His Diamond and Gold

Never belittle the trials of the weak
who, on his twenty-ninth’ pace
calls at the banter from your face
that see no star sparkles but glitters
in tears, wiped away in awful display
of your handkerchief!

Natur’s Pictur N’quill

 

Brooding by Ubaji Isiaka Abubakar Eazy

Brooding

Oh pigeon, brood not and know happiness
Constrain not thine self to sad thoughts
Dwell on what is thine that others have not
And let this a smile draw on thine face

You need not a house
The sky is thine home
You want neither cars nor planes to travel
Your wings are there to serve you
You want no clothing to deter the cold
Your feathers stand in this stead
You need not labour
Mother Nature knows not improvidence

Not bound are you by lines called boundaries
You belong to no country
All the world is your inheritance
And you bequeath it to your progenies
None judges you by the colour of thine skin
Or puts you down for being poor
None looks upon thee with ill will
Or take pleasure in thine fall.

It is I, not thee, who should sit brooding
I who sits in this quadrangle
Lazily watching the sunset
As my soul sojourns places
My body may never reach
I whose mind and body is chained by labels
It is I who should sit brooding, not thee.

I envy thee and want what is yours
For what is yours is what I never can have.

© Ubaji Isiaka Abubakar Eazy 2019

Song of a Businessman

Song of a Businessman

There’s a song sung by a businessman
Who has nothing much to tell the man,
That works in hope to eat and to save
Whilst his wealth hisses beneath what he’s missing,
I mean investment in a long run!

© Natur’s Pictur N’quill. 2019.

44 Years by Richard Wilson Moss

44 Years

At 16 the sexual revolution
Meant nothing.
Mars was yet mysterious.
God declared dead.

At 60 an orgasm is commended.
Mars is red.
God was not offended.

Richard Wilson Moss©

Àkunlèyàn

The god I feel within become of me
–my flame!
Though I prove perfections, yet imperfect
Though, at times –make imperfects perfect by my imperfections
And the flame I feel within, giving me
Whilst ashes burn in the human I am becoming,
The lightening hovering in the face of the sky,
The fire flaring, blare with no fear to look up to
What will become of me after life…

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What will become of me after life?
The fire flaring, blare with no fear to look up to
The lightening, hovering in the face of the sky
Whilst ashes burn in the human I am becoming
And the flame feeling within, giving me to the world
Though, at times, I make imperfects perfect by my imperfections,
Though I prove perfections, yet imperfect.
–my flame,
The god i feel within become of me.

®Natur’s Pictur N’quill. 2019.

Maturity

She has everything he needs
Yet the ceiling marvels at his silence
Whilst the propeller rolling up the chopper–
Designed to take his soul high
Above the realms of pure ecstacy
Porpels his eyes, believing not to take advantage
Of his damsel who, in all her trust,
Came into his chamber to know him better.
His balls in pain but heart holds pace
Until silence sends his nothing to prove out of the drama
Supposed for tonight into the mere laughter
Supposed to be a night to wrestle with love
“Such a calm guy” His damsel giggles at her exit.

®Natur’s Quill 2019.

…as I woke up

• …a lot of ideas woke up with me, I checked my phone, having deleted my wordpress app, I logged into my account, reading all awesome comments, I tried as much to save my tears and believed I am awesome more than I ever thought I was…Now I’m back with a lot of piece of which have written over the years I had been absent. Will keep you updated with one for each day. Like my younger brother always says “Golden rule; be more”