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Ding dong, the cathedral bell tolls Songs sang, to welcome the priestly son. Come along let's join in these songs, Even if we can't sing them, just hum along Follow the little shiny star Though it seems too far It's a sure guide to the manger Where the royal family are. Beat the drum some more Celebrate in style and glamour Give generously to carry others along Bringing all to the glory of this beautiful song; Joy to the world, joy to the world. Santa, oh dear Santa. Glorious messenger Give my girl a song One that is perfect and dispels everything  that is wrong. Oh dear Santa She is my all And thus she must know. Give her a smile and hug from me. And the kiss........? Don't worry about that, I will do it myself. Merry Christmas my sweet angel.

You are perfect That very thing I need You 're my sunset That very dream I' ve dreamed When the earth could touch the sun And our lips can kiss the moon And every road does lead to you You are my all You are my all You 're my rainfall The very drops of grace As I stand tall My strength is in your face You 've been called in every song And it always makes me strong Cause you are my perfect song You are my all You are my all

The night conceals So does my skin. Except the night conceals man's wickedness But my skin conceals my bitterness My scars and torments So that when the tides get wild I just put on a gorgeous smile When your acts and words lash my back I just laugh, clean up and bounce back....... ( WIP)

Born to the certainty of dying Then where is the reason for trying? Striving to keep and guard this already lost life Is it the yearning to live for just another day? Or an effort to evade death? - A lost battle even from the onset - Or the fear of death itself? I say, it is because man was not meant to die But looking at the cards in hand Die we must Then why all the fuss? We are a people like that. The tricks life on us He puts us into different skin tone Different tongues And places us on different points of the earth The subtle differences that have turned us into gladiators Earth the arena And life the emperor. Our clashes and wars His entertainment Our sorrow and pain His pleasure The differences that should've been complementary Have brought us immeasurable kaos and calamity We are a people like that. Imagine a world where everything is the same Gender, human beings only dividing line But everything else, the same Same skin tone and tongues Same

We toil and toil tilling With our sweat pissing the soil Yet merrily singing our songs From the cock's Crow till the sun goes home. The harvest is none the less Still in music and songs Trekking like to the end of the world Load-laddened till our necks go sore . With stock in ban to feed the whole clan By moonlight we wooed to win more hands Till MANDIANG comes back around Bringing us back to the start of the round.

Sadness may be a lover's world Loneliness its dark gray clouds Yet, love's beauty stands out Like a spotless white dove Flying against, a somewhat, eternity of blackness. Oh the silly things we do for love She smites us and make us cry But away we wipe the tears and wear a hopeful smile So that all pain gets concealed behind a thick mud wall of love The longer the cry lasts The tears begin to melt the mud wall away. All the flickering stars of hope fades away, Of emptiness, loneliness and emotional pains the heart begins to ail Each day dawns wearing a new face The sun smiling and yearning for a smile back In the rays of the sun You will feel the warmth of my love And in the stillness of every song Hear my heart beating strong Oh yes, it is all in love and nothing wrong If this love is true Though it burns me and you, Even through this emotional storm   She will bring us safely home. I love you , dear ly , I really do .

Barking orders from behind a shiny mahoganny table 'Bring me my...... Where is Mr. ...... You damn fool, how many times will i have to tell you.....' Spinning left and swinging right in a fluffy comfortable white chair While his people wreath in abject poverty I call it white-washed kind of slave ry Their faces say it all But he is always cold and calm His Italian shoes keeping him high and fine His words meant life or strife Pain or gain Wage or cage To an extreme, sometimes even death A fitting representation of fear and dread To him laughter is reproach And painful groans applauds So that all that brought joy was destroyed And the painful restored All in the ploy to keep us confined To the 'ran ka ya dade' kind of songs But in all his plots this is where he flawed He left the pet hungry for too long So that the once tammed sweet thing began to growl Instead of the sweet songs that the kitting use to hum Until the growl grew into a roar &quo

This is where it all began Where the first song was sung This is where the first bird flew And the first flower grew Like a spring, man's mouth opened And the first language was spoken - Sometimes, I am tempted to think it was mine But lets save that for another time - This is where Adam beheld the beauty and brilliant of Eve And everything she came with. And was instantly lost in a trance. This is where everything was spoken into existence Where everything was beautiful in the true sense of the word The same words from which  they were spun Imagine a garden Where everything is fine and perfect And nothing forgotten; Trees to feed from - Except the forbidden - Waterfalls, a heaven made shower with a still blue sky and birds hovering Everything made and placed correctly The nursery of humanity And everything there has ever been Africa Seasons came and went Eroding our pride and decency in the event Now she peeps in the mirror And flinch from the terror of

Her lands are green both on the surface and within, Down her valleys, even up her mountains and hills. Need I mention her virility? She is just fifty or fifty something But she already is mother to many So many that  we get lost in the counting But like a mother-hen, she is all sheltering Treating all her children with equality. She had sons in whom she prides Those who stood with her in strive, Those that nursed her to her first stride, The stride that brought her sovereign rights. Those that gave voice to her plight. She has many to feed Both her young and grown up kids She has raised many but non is weaned So that even in her old age she labours still Nigeria, my mother, I love you and I always will. http://a.allpoetry.com/poem/9967515-Nigeria-by-Mr._Tok

The hour came for power to exchange hands The exchange brought with it change Good or not is not for me to say (WIP)

   Why should I recite a poem? When poems do not make the point Why should I sing a lullaby? When you cannot make gold of columbite Please pardon these stream of senseless sentences    Why should I wear the baby a bib? When there is no food, not a bit Why should I plant and not water rose? And yet anticipate it grows Trust me prayers pay side by side practice    Why should I tell tales of times untold? When time –the teller- never told Why should I curse, condemn and crucify the crown? When the crown is another’s clown Please forgive me for my rhymes are full of follies    Haven’t these ills been told by many? Yet those a-thrones do not give a penny? Havent these been written in poetry plays? Played on the crown who laughs and pays Ah, the human heart is hardened    Will we ever change this attitude? And put an end to this servitude Would that not put an end to this penurious life? And make men once again well-wife Once was life, now it is just strife    I wis

National treasury, the room Government, the broom Its citizenry the mop.

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Yesterday is gone Another day is come If you had the chance to do the same things you did yesterday What will you do differently?

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Pale blue sky Endlessly tumbling clouds Sleepy and drowsy sun Waking young moon Hush, hush distant frogs’ croaks Swishy-swoshy, rustle of breeze blowing dry grasses. Every lives’ moment is a movie. Plush green fields Sweet melody of birds chirping The crunching sound of beach’s white sand underneath our feet Rush, rush sound of the sea Whistles of patrolling sea gulls The turd, turd thumping of a heart. Every lives’ moment is a beautiful song Red haired dollies The backyard trees and swings The childhood crush The race to meet a tired returning mother. The humble lamp-lit dinners The late night story tales. Every lives’ memory is a classic painting As a clock counts lives’ time She drips memories, pictures and songs This beauty untold Infinite melodies unsung That only a keen positive heart sees and hears

Let's make every second count Putting fears and our tears out Tick tack, tick tack, tick tack The clock keeps racing away But hearts traipsing their way Through all these kaos While still loving piously Walking hand in hand with fingers interlocked While our heads this wild dream forge Come away, come away There is nothing more to say But to drink from the deep bowls of love And watch the courting white doves Goo goo gooing To the pleasure of its lady With all the care and skill there is. Here I stand totally blind But you keep me in the right Your love is my assurance that all will be fine Love me a Lil more Cos that's the only thing that is still sure.