Out of the blues
and without a clue
I found a poem
that turned my head
“quickly” said I
let us blog this rhyme
and tickle “le readers”
with poetic chime… 

–     The Wordsmyht

ENJOY THIS POEM 

You can’t make an omelette without breaking some Eggs,
I’ll let no harm come to her Legs.
You can’t be alive and still be Dead,
I’ll let no injury come to her Head.
Don’t you Understand,
I’ll let nothing break her Hand.
God Knows,
I’ll let no one step on her Toes.

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You can’t speak well without beautiful Lips,
I’ll let no man touch her Hips.
You can’t be wise and still tell Lies,
nothing bad will touch her Eyes.
You can’t be in pain and not shed Tears,
I’ll let nothing happen to her Ears.
You can’t move without walking on the Street,
no evil shall come near her Feet.
No matter how far we are Apart,
I will never break her Heart.

If she asks me for a million and one Things,
I won’t get tired of giving her till the fat lady Sings.
If she keeps coming Back,
there is nothing good she will ever Lack.
When we go to the shopping Mall,
I’ll pay for it All.
If she wants More,
I’ll buy the whole Store.
If she’s afraid to Ask,
I’m up to the Task.

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My sweet Honey,
deserves my Honey.
I’ll let her scatter it in the Air,
because there’s really nothing There.
If she wants the sun and Moon,
I’ll get it Soon.
If she wants the Stars,
I’ll buy her planet Mars.
If she comes Again,
I’ll take her to Spain.
If she needs more Space,
I’ll buy a bigger Place.
If she wants my last Dime,
I’ll give it to her on Time.

from the Rhyme Master

The Rock Haven

777, Maverick Drive

Damiville

31ST  JULY 2013

Dear M,

Subject:  Meeting Lady M (Episode III)

Take me back to school.

I really don’t know what to write anymore. The rush of emotions – delightful and passionate – has nearly sent me insane. I am at the foot of a waterfall, the endless cascade of passion whenever I dare to think about you.

It is like you have stolen the control system of my brain. My nerves are totally in your control, subject to your will. Oh well… it is not that serious, but I enjoy thinking about you so much. So much that I don’t even know where to start. This letter will be short unlike the others…

Love is a simply decision. A decision to stay and support, a decision to give and to build, it is my decision. Take me back to school and teach me what it means to love you. I am here to serve.

My lady what is your desire? I will be awaiting your response.

 

Forever Yours

WR

 

 

The Wordsmyht

The Rock Haven

777, Maverick Drive

Damiville

23RD  May 2013

Dear M,

Subject: Meeting Lady M (Episode II)

You are my Porcelain Perfection.

I still remember the first day I saw you. It was a hot sunny afternoon; the sun was near its zenith in the sky. Did you enjoy that pun? Cause if you remember well, you were coming out of Zenith Bank. Beads of sweat scattered themselves on my face like little children out to play. My heart nearly raced out of my mouth. I was truly scared. I imagined you would be absolutely breathtaking and my! You really were. The moment my eyes held you in their gaze I knew – this was the face of all my poetic musings.

Some days are forever etched in memory. You can neither forget them nor regret them. They latch on to your thoughts creating endless return trips back. Daily I walk through the halls of my mind and replay that day. How I sauntered under the sun to you. How you flashed that audacious smile of yours my way. How your eyes whispered to me – “welcome home”. We first made contact on twitter, your brain spilling a glorious amount of tweets… then we met on the paved streets of Lekki and I daresay you swept me off my feet.

Sigh. I believe I must be in love though I must not make haste… after all the sun isn’t shining now, so no time to make hay. Cheii… I am silly o. They say roses are red, I can only imagine how glorious such red was before the fall. Violets glow with a blue hue, and all I can say is I love you. Meeting you has taken me back to those moments before Eden fell. I sometimes wish I could buy you a rose, or come late at night and serenade you but perhaps these are the longings of a man who has watched too many romantic movies.

Time to go… Quick one though, If I was Adam and you were Eve what would we be doing now? How would we build our home, raise our kids? Silly me, I have started rambling.

Yours in Oceans of Love

WR

 

 

The Wordsmyht

The Rock Haven

777, Maverick Drive

Damiville

8th May 2013

Dear M,

Subject: Meeting Lady M (Episode I)

I wasn’t looking for love but I found you.

I can only imagine the look on Adam’s face when he first laid eyes on Eve. How his lips arched from cheek to cheek as he struggled to contain his obvious excitement. No doubt there would have be some form of resonance in his human spirit as he beheld the woman who was taken out from his side. Can you imagine? He is never regarded as saying that he loved her but we know that he recognized her.

First the rush of relief after periods of naming the animals, from the majestic mane of the lion to the slithering crawl of the boa constrictor, Adam would have sighed as waves of peace settle on him simply because he had found his bone. Immense, apt words to describe such a moment when the maiden first lays eyes on her man, when the prince holds his beloved and they walk beneath the canopy of endless sky and trees.

Well … I felt this when I saw you Lady M. From your droopy eyes that seemed to beckon to me, urging me in into her world, to her bright smile that arched from cheek to cheek. There was this rush of peace! I wasn’t out in the world searching for love, but I found you. It was a discovery that only could have happened by the perfect orchestration of Divine forces.

In this, I was in the same boat as Adam who knew then and there that the woman before him was taken out from within him. I too, knew that  you, Lady M, were a perfect reflection of my internal structure – not my fallen, frail frame but from the sturdiness of my recreated spirit.  You were taken from my rib, my bone – porcelain perfection, chiseled till excellence poured out from her.

Yours in Oceans of Love

WR

 

 

The Wordsmyht

In the creation He displays his brilliance. In the Incarnation He displays his power. However in the resurrection brilliance and power collide. Mad maths takes on another form in Jesus. One rose trampled on the ground buds and becomes the first of flowers.

And I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh… For He is the firstborn among many …

THINK on this…