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*The best pleasure of the world*


Wow to the religious man
Who wage war upon living
And upon all the pleasures of the world


Wow to the prophets also
Who formulated laws and call them sacred
Just like Al Marri the blind poet
Something inform me that they are lying
Mankind lived in peace before they came


And to the free spirits
Who has resolved to live
Who has resolved to enjoy the intricacies of life


Shall I inform you of the two best thing in life
They give pleasure that are out of this world
Better than the ecstasy you derived in worship
Better than the satisfaction you derived in prayer
Women and wine!

Of women

What would the world be without them
Their beauties gives immunity to the world
And their body pleasures to the soul
If only God can give me everlasting erection
I will shun eating which is more tiring
only if nature had not made it compulsory
And forever bask in the euphoria of sex


My spirit always leap in joy
When I remember
The mound and the softness that breast provides
The curviness and roundness with which their buttocks sways
The tightness and the pleasures their vaginal provides around our shafts
The polish and the slippery movements
That send shocks of waves down our spine
And the dripping juices when you eat them raw


What could ever made me miss these
Even celibate melt at the sight of a beautiful woman
The world is still full of misery
But I still don't want to die
Not because I'm strong
But because I love the company of women
If there is an after life
I would surely want to make heaven
So that I can stay there forever
In the company of angels that are female
For everlasting sex will be bliss



And of wine

Some call it the mother of poverty
Some call it the beginning of all poverty
but I see something else

It flourished in the courts of old kings
It flourished in the courts of epochs
Wine is life
Poets soothsayer and musician of old
All know and believed this with great alacrity


With wine poets say great poems that move the world
With wine musicians sang songs that turns t he heart of men
With wine soothsayer foretold many prophecies and occurencies that happened before our eyes


Of all your sorrows in life wine will bear them all
Of all your problems in life wine will ease them off
In wine is also to be found the joy of unbound limits
Courage of enormous abilities
There is only one wisdom common to all men of old
He that found wine found a good thing.

I was once in a relationship that makes life miserable
Never enjoyed fully the companionship of marriage.
Until I met him who supported and taught my wife to adore me unconditionally
Ever since then life became bliss
And I was lost in the euphoria of this new found happiness
Until this great tragedy occur
Adieu my good friend
Just when life begin to make sense
You departed from me and my wife
Who will we look up to when we are down
Who will jeer us up when boring times comes
I prayed earnestly for a better replacement
Just like I would surely cherish the moments I had with you
Goodbye
My power bank!
My wife(phone) will surely miss you

*Deep within*

*Man is born with a mind like a clean slate

*Free from all worldly perception till we age

*slowly and steadily experiences and our environment shapes us till date

*leaving us to see reality in only one sane way

*when in truth, there are more than one way to view life

*Whatever way you adopt is fine, so far you have a happy life

*O! Despair soul

*Shall I inform you of the cheapest and the most natural means of eternal happiness and bliss here on earth?

*when the bulk of men are constantly seeking happiness in other things

*True happiness lies deep within

*And what do I mean by deep within?

*It is the knowledge of oneself

*Acceptance of oneself

*love of oneself

*Acceptance of oneself without remorse

*I was once a soul in despair

*Till I got to know who I am

*Started taking responsibility for my life

*And making myself only, the Architect of my happiness

*Now I am superior to humanity

*in power

*in loftiness of soul

*And in contempt

*I leave you with this my good friend

*A quote from epitectus the philosopher of good living

*That you know first, who you are and then adorn yourself accordingly

21st century

For those who believe in God


And for those who disbelieve in him


All agreed on one thing


The natural laws of nature


And of the greatest of this laws


Is that change is constant


The philosophy of Heraclitus


The self acclaimed philosopher of change


who believed we cannot step into the same river twice

And that everything is in a state of flux


It all started from a little pond


Diatoms to algae to protozoan


until man was given birth to


The paleolithic age


Devoid of the stench of civilisation


man has evolved


our ideology has evolved


our culture and beliefs has evolved


We are hear now


The 21st century


The age of confusion


The age of bloodshed


The age of utmost immorality


How confused and lost that we look


Even the creator must have gone wariesome of our atrocities


That I wonder what keeps him waiting to destroy this age

For Sodom and Gomorrah never did this worse before he exterminated them


God owe them an apology for that


Men who are born old like me


longed for the good old days


when life was simple


when success has it's really definition


When our collective priority was for a better humanity

I pray for this day to come in earnest


But am afraid it will never come



For the destruction of civilisation is the end of the World

Thanks as you all anticipate

This simple four laws has guided me in my one week experience of been a poet.
Will be dropping my poems now and I Would welcome any constructive criticism as well as useful advise that Would maké me a better poet

So i met this little Girl who is a poet at my uncle's place during the last holiday, she asked Me whether i had interest in poems, and I replied in the négative and made her understood that it is a Girl's thing since it has alot to do with our emotions
. She laughed and told me how wrong i was, she went further to tell me what rules i need to follow to write good poems ;

I must know its not a Girl's thing
It must come from the heart
No big grammers
And it must pass a message