Tee2emm

We burnt the nights in our sleep, While you watch the moon traipse to sleep as the vigil you keep. Your unattended wounds, the huge price paid, So the nation could sleep safe. For all the thank yous never said, I pray this ode is not too late. ~Tee2emm

Always back on her blistered knees Her cares and worries dripping from her wearied lips Those her lips could not express Her rod met buttocks to transform a no to a yes Lighting lamps to lead through our lonely land Amen to  mother's prayers, now the items we hold with thankful hands

Your old rugged brick and stone walls still stand tall Time, rain, strong winds and storm have all had their try But you saw every odd and you survived all They consider your fortified walls with wry Your rusted lamp supplied illumination Tending that baby dream to maturation Pruning her feathers, wings, nursing her to fly Fly high to heights she will be the first to ply. The stars do envy that child you hold; Hero of legends to be told Scribbled on scrolls of live bones Into melodious songs; Myths' songs of the old Sang to make bold These young souls Of dream's Might. Tee2emm

You've always had me at hello every time Turning my pen on, into a foreign bed No tiptoeing, eyes seeing don't worth a dime Round and round marathon, emotions turn red Turned high, now you play ping-pong with my passion My pen, pad, tears in pain of your desertion Wallowing in this dark place, seeking escape But I don't see the skyline, it's a vast scape My pen is caught pants down on a pad Trying to make bastard poem Trapped in your coined web of ruse B astard poems excused I feel so damn used Down this damp rue Entangled In this Muse Tee2emm

Gone are the days when you only roamed our night We got used to nightmares and you lost your scare You have left our nights, new approach to the fight Adopting humans as tools in your warfare Boko Haram, Alqaeda that's a couple Your new device, people turned against people In this fear fare you seem to be thriving well The terror is what a mortal tongue can't tell Our human feeble hearts are shrunken Our castle of courage, broken Our faith, maimed to a token Our core has been shaken Our scars stay open There's no healing We are doomed Prisoned Here Tee2emm

Lips of a rose tenderly whispers a kiss Making this Rock hardened by mean weather melt Dazed in fog of rare blissful moments as this Trying to decipher the engravings spelt Realizing that which has been so long amiss That Midas touch he has, never before, felt. Amidst the ash of the bliss of ignorance Clarity slapped him so hard in an instance Let dead leafs savour the Lips of dew Make them believe in life anew; Their old wish for death eschew. Erase all gloom and blue Passion be renewed Love's wine be brewed Make love bloom, Rose's lips Kiss

A perfect birthday. All is set Ready to take off like a jet Cake, wine, and some good songs to play With its waves let your heart swing, sway Poetry we must now forget. For the hullabaloo we're prêt Today we'll treat you like a pet All we do today is just play A perfect birthday Leon may take you out, I get You'll end up in a mentor's net "Let me take you" Rudolph may say With poems he'll drive the whole day gay It looks like Tee is your safe bet. A perfect birthday~ Tee2emm

As a child, Tom always dreamt of inventing something, but before he figured every idea he had, he would find out someone had created that which he had been celebrating was going to be his invention. First Tom thought of creating a toy helicopter only to wake to a disappointment that another kid had designed a much better one than what he had created in his whirling mind. Again Tom had an epiphany of creating an audio book, obviously he hatted reading his school books. But unfortunately Tom woke to yet another disappointment after years of nursing that idea. Tom consoled himself that if it weren't for financial constrain at the time, he would've achieved that. Years went by as suns rose and slept, Tom grew from that wild child to a young man. The dream of being an inventor had become a childhood fantasy after he fell in love with poetry and music. He spent most of his spare time staring into his mind and scribbling stuffs only his friends read. His yearning to be read sailed h

Yeterdays were pregnant with today The ship set sail The tides rose, the fog and haze The stars got lost in the clouds The moon lost it's whereabouts Causing the course The today glowed like the sun But on arrival it was gone Was the vintage a naïve young child's? Because it was ere vividly defined A crown, throne and scepter all lay in wait Awaiting a destined King to coronate Time and the four elements synergized to propagate But I must have woken a bit too late I must have slept too long on this bed of paternal dictations Causing this stillbirth; abortion. The bed stayed intact but the room a total squalor Standing in the middle of the ashes in total awe This barren fields, the eternity it took to plough Where did it go wrong I slept to slip into this old dream But it was all an endless sea of emptiness. Now I'm standing on the slim strand of time, stranded Maybe, dreams where meant to stay alive at night Only to die with the first glimmer of morn

Mother Africa, you seem pale Your strong bones and fist have gone frail Your future is out of focus Made blurry by these days chaos; Constant turmoil from which you ail I see her clinging to life's tail Determined, to live and not fail To rewrite her, now, smeared status Mother Africa Dangling back and forth her life's scale Reflecting the wealth whence she hail Flawed leadership has brought her thus Her state, future, depends on us We must now seek, find her lost Grail Mother Africa. ~ Tee2emm.

Tossing and turning Counting the hours with the clock Nature's loud orchestra playing outside Where are you, Morpheus

I wish I could keep you from growing Thus, keep you from being hurt or heart broken But daddy is a mere mortal still striving to understand So grow up child and live, taste all of life's deals, just be wise as you choose.

It is a minefield, tread with care This lonely desert we must fare Seek, you will find what joy there is Beyond barren lands, hills and seas Persist till time's torch makes all bare Fall, but to rise, son, you must dare Opportunities are so rare Ça c'est la vie mon petit fils It is a minefield Guard your life for it has no spare Listen for silence's sound ablare Therein lies serenity; peace; The moments you must never miss Devoid of this life's crazy scare It is a minefield.

On that day as this A few steps down the lane of memories An angel was crafted And into the Markus' was drafted Bringing a rare kind of glow Making the family's laughter grow Born wearing a crown of perfection All elements mixed in perfect proportion Tinged with brilliance from the stars Not one dent nor scar The whirlwinds of life threatened But the sands of time provided the cushion The sun and moon are aligned The end? A beautiful eclipse of a child This eclipse still reoccurs once every year Refreshing those memories so dear Hatching the egg of merriment and songs; The dance we've restrained all year long I awoke today and stumbled on this eclipse Forcing me to reflect back on every moment of bliss "Where is the cake? Let the music play" For today is the day we sing of the days expended And receive the cheque for those that lie ahead I pried into heavenly affairs And saw how your days will thus fare; "I saw joy and peace; Happin

On that day as this A few steps down the lane of memories An angel was crafted And into the Markus' was drafted Bringing a rare kind of glow Making the family's laughter grow Born wearing a crown of perfection All elements mixed in perfect proportion Tinged with brilliance from the stars Not one dent nor scar The whirlwinds of life threatened But the sands of time provided the cushion The sun and moon are aligned The end? A beautiful eclipse of a child This eclipse still reoccurs once every year Refreshing those memories so dear Hatching the egg of merriment and songs; The dance we've restrained all year long I awoke today and stumbled on this eclipse Forcing me to reflect back on every moment of bliss "Where is the cake? Let the music play" For today is the day we sing of the days expended And receive the cheque for those that lie ahead I pried into heavenly affairs And saw how your days will thus fare; "I saw joy and peace; Happin

Rondeau, oh Rondeau, few in word It's like using mics with bad cord; Tell of the world in words too few This is certainly something new One syllable lands in discord When did words grow dear to afford The ghosts just made a new record The breeze of world war Z just blew Rondeau, oh Rondeau When the poem cops don't concord Good thing? They still provide a ford Tweak and tie or loosen your screw But off it all, my feathers grew To describe  Rondeau in one word Rondeau, oh Rondeau.

Laughter was the crown of each day Bitterness was always at bay Mama's frail shoulders, the pillar Our bridge over seas and rivers Her heart must be where beauty stays The sun did shine brighter our way But of course, mom's the price to pay She broke her back for her sons; daughters Laughter was the crown Chomo knew the right things to say And the boys knew when it's time for hay No one dared, on his chores, falter Soon Christmas was at the corner There's always a cost to defray Laughter was the crown

Jolly times, puppets on a string Greeting each young sun happily As we awaited our morning crumbs From last night's magic of our mom Each sundown, a made history We spent each day in a child's bliss The clay grew, the child trapped within Mom broke all odds, gave us a home; Jolly times. Coat of many shades, peak of beauty The chores and play spelt our duty Dawn ticks to bring our jewel home With hope and joy , her tracks we roamed To hug the home we've all day missed Jolly times

Looks lie too, this I've found true Scary clouds gather round  her look Her ghostly gown shone, her face grim Grim and stiff, needing a smile grease. The clouds grew the closer she drew Her eyes stooped, beheld me still blue Flicked her needle, I saw smile brew Like a hornet ready to sting Looks lie too. The sun's gone rounds, still, nothing new My nurse's frown had my heart to chew There seemed a blue moon about this She smiled handing my discharge bill Her face wore this glow, she turned new Looks lie too

This song we loved, this song I lost Thrown like dirt, buying will cost The moon, stars knows you played your part You gave your all, even your heart But I just preyed on you, the host In chaos you're the peace I sort In this sweet song, I'm the wrong chord Now the pain stings like a sharp dart This song we loved All lays covered in hurtful frost It was folly to let this song rust Now the sweet music stops and starts Steadily drifting off the charts In grave pain I defray the cost This song we loved.

I'm the felodese who's slain Time to feel the pangs of its pain My folly brought night over day Making a beating heart decay I cry my tears concealed in the rain Our love was pregnant with good grain Clumsy hands and heart let it wane Now faced with price too dear to pay I'm the felodese I must hence find our groove again How do I mend a spine so sprained Solemnly, now I kneel to  pray As love bows dead, no harvest day We ploughed, it grew, there was no rain I'm the felodese.

I am the felodese, I had it slain Time to endure it's pangs of pain The sorcery that brought darkness over day; That made a beating heart suddenly decay. I am crying my tears, but concealed in the rain Our love's green fields, pregnant with beautiful grain But the cold hands of laxity let it wane Now faced with such an unpayable price to pay I am the felodese We must find our groove again Oh what fruitless effort trying to mend a spine so badly sprained What then is there to say? This confused marriage of night and day. We ploughed, it grew plush then plumed but we left it in the cruel hands of the harsh weather of the plains Now our love bows piously wilted before the harvest's day I am the felodese

I have seen pain and grieve They look like my mother in a casket lying still With cotton-stuffed nostrils As though to ensure she stayed dead I have smelt the smell of lost It smells like the new fragrance she wore The freshness of her smell in a loving hug was gone A familiar strange fragrance to us all We had to dispel same with that which we bought I have seen the cruel hands of death Clenched around my mother's neck till it stuffed her of breath With a steel-like grip, dragging her to earth Holding her hostage beneath Leaving memories of her to roam; to torment the bereaved. I have tasted from the bowls of pain Long as you gobble, your thirst stays the same I have eaten from the table of sorrow Much as you may eat, the hunger grows Even escape is capture It's pointless making any efforts. Pain of death is victory for the dead But for the bereaved, it's pain in real

Life is my birthright, A right I sail turbulent tides to keep; The snares of death, schemes of man and nature's tides. Life is my birthright, Like a king guards his kingdom, I guard it with pride. Death lurks, a nightmare, where life lays beautifully asleep. Life is my birthright, A right I sail turbulent tides to keep.

That log is starting to grow grasses The full moon has grown lonely That orchestra of crickets and frogs has gone rusty The abandoned evenings shrine of old friends

The bells of dream land chimes loud Eyes heard the call The mind is far abroad Sailing uncertain waters Pass the dancing shadows on the wavy glass The bells of dream land chimes Louder than the call to matrimonial binds Quieter than a solemn mass. The bells of dream land chimes A chariot ready to gallop Pass the skyline and into the sky The sun and moon, both caught on a bed of never-say-no The bells of dream land have gone Weary bones be Tired eyes find solace in oblivion. And let the pregnant night bear what she will. The bells of dream land have chimed for the last.

Rosy blossoms sitting a-top ladders of thorns Ours was the pain, theirs the pleasure Same old politicians new packaging Empty are their promises just as filthy are their souls.