Submissions by mcwealthng (olawumi babatunde)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Olawumi is an Architect. He studied in Lagos,Nigeria.
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jul 2011 4:50pm
27th Jul 2011 4:50pm
Sabbatical Lust
Sabbath noon
Aft of holy hours
We’re assured creator’s blessings
A week of bliss, peacefully doctrined
I’d to her home gone
She’ll cook me lively delicacies
I’ll her upper mounds spread, sucking
And the lower part fondle, sweating
My erector too sank, sinking
To the dark, rhythmically pounding
Oh! Its like surfing the blues
A sweetness that is n’er mouthed
Her Ranting musick urged me faster to & fro
The honey pot recipe, so tasty
My pumping receives erotic jerking
Epileptic spasm crested in...
Aft of holy hours
We’re assured creator’s blessings
A week of bliss, peacefully doctrined
I’d to her home gone
She’ll cook me lively delicacies
I’ll her upper mounds spread, sucking
And the lower part fondle, sweating
My erector too sank, sinking
To the dark, rhythmically pounding
Oh! Its like surfing the blues
A sweetness that is n’er mouthed
Her Ranting musick urged me faster to & fro
The honey pot recipe, so tasty
My pumping receives erotic jerking
Epileptic spasm crested in...
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2011 7:29pm
1st Apr 2011 7:29pm
out from blues
All
is at sea
Tide
of time crested high and strong
Giant,
fiery waters rage
Vapors
and sunrays
Coconut
ceased never its shadows
Making
cool the breezing beach
All
is at sea
Mixed
feelings of festivity
Her
creep to the shore forlorn
Seems
a loner goddess (calypso) strayed
Settling
aloof in one of many huts
Natively
dressed, bare footed, blank faced, distressed
My
fill of sea side thrill escalates
I
with...
is at sea
Tide
of time crested high and strong
Giant,
fiery waters rage
Vapors
and sunrays
Coconut
ceased never its shadows
Making
cool the breezing beach
All
is at sea
Mixed
feelings of festivity
Her
creep to the shore forlorn
Seems
a loner goddess (calypso) strayed
Settling
aloof in one of many huts
Natively
dressed, bare footed, blank faced, distressed
My
fill of sea side thrill escalates
I
with...
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2011 3:59pm
23rd Mar 2011 3:59pm
Summation
It’s the round of the year
A turn in the seasons
Alien in its lost sojourn
This is the feel, my feel
Summation of things
Equates vanity
Colossal had achieved been
Further expectations outweighs
Surpassing the furlong survived
While wide the sea and my ship too mini
Anticipations reveal essence in hope
A jest of dreams not making reality
Conversely,mine affords gracias
I’m the survivor of severe, misguided setbacks
When at the verge of shame of me to be
At the nick of time my rescue was come
Aye,it is more than second a...
A turn in the seasons
Alien in its lost sojourn
This is the feel, my feel
Summation of things
Equates vanity
Colossal had achieved been
Further expectations outweighs
Surpassing the furlong survived
While wide the sea and my ship too mini
Anticipations reveal essence in hope
A jest of dreams not making reality
Conversely,mine affords gracias
I’m the survivor of severe, misguided setbacks
When at the verge of shame of me to be
At the nick of time my rescue was come
Aye,it is more than second a...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2011 3:33pm
23rd Mar 2011 3:33pm
Sane insanity
In a state of insanity and
confusion
There I saw an insane, yearning for sanity
Putting an end to a state
of insanity in reality
While in reality...........
...................She still remains in insanity!
confusion
There I saw an insane, yearning for sanity
Putting an end to a state
of insanity in reality
While in reality...........
...................She still remains in insanity!
764 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2010 2:59pm
17th Dec 2010 2:59pm
Cry at Dawn
Early prepared I burst out on
my foot
To the place of work I trudge
with my thoughts
The readily companion of me
Then I saw her, oh there she
was
Weeping, shedding tears, deep
in agony
The extent she despaired
shows her plight
That wondering I began why so
early she cried
Could it be her child, hubby,
what?
What could it have been that
she cried in walk?
Too early at dawn before the
break of day
Now is became of me
For many a woman tears
unshared they shed...
my foot
To the place of work I trudge
with my thoughts
The readily companion of me
Then I saw her, oh there she
was
Weeping, shedding tears, deep
in agony
The extent she despaired
shows her plight
That wondering I began why so
early she cried
Could it be her child, hubby,
what?
What could it have been that
she cried in walk?
Too early at dawn before the
break of day
Now is became of me
For many a woman tears
unshared they shed...
740 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2010 4:34pm
15th Dec 2010 4:34pm
slumbering wastes
They laid curled in prostrate rest
Sun streams on green fronds glaring rays
Idled hands with souls preferring demise sleeps
To slip beyond, where consciousness meets essence
Daytime slumber wanders the mind
Multitude quest visions probing usurped pasts
Soothing breeze, caresses slumber deep dying mortals
The ethereal tolled by seas of souls, laying with the keeper
More rests, beyond be gone, their quests?
On hope relied, yet fusing bang conceives many more
They are in a chimera willing wish control not
Beyond the clouds...
Sun streams on green fronds glaring rays
Idled hands with souls preferring demise sleeps
To slip beyond, where consciousness meets essence
Daytime slumber wanders the mind
Multitude quest visions probing usurped pasts
Soothing breeze, caresses slumber deep dying mortals
The ethereal tolled by seas of souls, laying with the keeper
More rests, beyond be gone, their quests?
On hope relied, yet fusing bang conceives many more
They are in a chimera willing wish control not
Beyond the clouds...
713 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2010 11:53am
5th Aug 2010 11:53am
Thinking Man
Think as a man in his heart so is he
Times a plenty I’d thought of what I wish to be
To achieve, revered and be fulfilled
But, much to my thoughts than real
Those thought and planned, null achieved
Illusions call what may, hallucinations, its friend and
Dreams are all one mind subject
Mind, thinking faculty of ma-n-atomy
If ‘n thought, I be the unique
And strife in actions to be great
Yet orchestrated thoughts ne’r would be
Then, is man really his thoughts?
Times a plenty I’d thought of what I wish to be
To achieve, revered and be fulfilled
But, much to my thoughts than real
Those thought and planned, null achieved
Illusions call what may, hallucinations, its friend and
Dreams are all one mind subject
Mind, thinking faculty of ma-n-atomy
If ‘n thought, I be the unique
And strife in actions to be great
Yet orchestrated thoughts ne’r would be
Then, is man really his thoughts?
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2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2010 11:34am
5th Aug 2010 11:34am
Pains
Pain is not when you’re injured
Pain in not been plagued by an accident
Neither is it when neighbors abuse
Nor when drunkard friends make their jest
Pain is when you suffer the untold alone
Pain is the anguish that can never be lauded
Pain is when you hungered, yet people think you are filled
Pain is when you lend and there’s non to sponge in your plight
Pain is when you trekked places you journeyed on vehicles
Pain is when your plans withered while it’s yet executed
Painful the more it be when in concrete jungle you dwell...
Pain in not been plagued by an accident
Neither is it when neighbors abuse
Nor when drunkard friends make their jest
Pain is when you suffer the untold alone
Pain is the anguish that can never be lauded
Pain is when you hungered, yet people think you are filled
Pain is when you lend and there’s non to sponge in your plight
Pain is when you trekked places you journeyed on vehicles
Pain is when your plans withered while it’s yet executed
Painful the more it be when in concrete jungle you dwell...
806 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2010 11:03am
3rd Aug 2010 11:03am
Erotica II
I craved it on a visit of her
Getting lost to the world
In the serenity of the penumbra room
Making rogue love till exhaustion
Cravings has found its way in reality
An eventuality of fate uncontrolled
Aloof I’m, now in her nest
Giggling, caresses, choking, poisoning lust
Blue is the curtain, brown the carpet
Pink is the lusty bed and a touch of ochre the lighting
A chimera so perfect………………..……….
For the cork sucked in a blow job
A touch of red wine
Some scoop of vanilla ice creamT
hen a blend of fruities after the meals...
Getting lost to the world
In the serenity of the penumbra room
Making rogue love till exhaustion
Cravings has found its way in reality
An eventuality of fate uncontrolled
Aloof I’m, now in her nest
Giggling, caresses, choking, poisoning lust
Blue is the curtain, brown the carpet
Pink is the lusty bed and a touch of ochre the lighting
A chimera so perfect………………..……….
For the cork sucked in a blow job
A touch of red wine
Some scoop of vanilla ice creamT
hen a blend of fruities after the meals...
1092 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2010 10:42am
3rd Aug 2010 10:42am
Slumbering wastes
They laid curled in prostrate rest
Sun streams on green fronds glaring rays
Idled hands with souls preferring demise sleeps
To slip beyond, where consciousness meets essence
Daytime slumber wanders the mind
Multitude quest visions probing usurped pasts
Soothing breeze, caresses slumber deep dying mortals
The ethereal tolled by seas of souls, laying with the keeper
More rests, beyond be gone, their quests?
On hope relied, yet fusing bang conceives many more
They are in a chimera willing wish control not
Beyond the clouds powers inert, still these...
Sun streams on green fronds glaring rays
Idled hands with souls preferring demise sleeps
To slip beyond, where consciousness meets essence
Daytime slumber wanders the mind
Multitude quest visions probing usurped pasts
Soothing breeze, caresses slumber deep dying mortals
The ethereal tolled by seas of souls, laying with the keeper
More rests, beyond be gone, their quests?
On hope relied, yet fusing bang conceives many more
They are in a chimera willing wish control not
Beyond the clouds powers inert, still these...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Aug 2009 6:08am
14th Aug 2009 6:08am
Erotica
Dying, a loner spared for the thought of him
With his pledge to come, she’s ebbing out
Knockings at the door, opening, then close
Her relief not shown is buried in the hug
Windows shutter, blinding dropped and talking mute
Dim lighted room with the air conditioned
Smooches, kisses, romances can no longer quench
The fiery fire of libido ablaze
Tube-like anatomy turgid, hole-like organ dampens
With a poke in the deep comes an outcry
Then more commentary sounds that lasted
Fuelling the tempo of the rhythmic bang
...
With his pledge to come, she’s ebbing out
Knockings at the door, opening, then close
Her relief not shown is buried in the hug
Windows shutter, blinding dropped and talking mute
Dim lighted room with the air conditioned
Smooches, kisses, romances can no longer quench
The fiery fire of libido ablaze
Tube-like anatomy turgid, hole-like organ dampens
With a poke in the deep comes an outcry
Then more commentary sounds that lasted
Fuelling the tempo of the rhythmic bang
...
1027 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Aug 2009 7:15pm
11th Aug 2009 7:15pm
Perturbed Me
Mellow mood has got me
Peace deep within find cannot
All about life eludes satisfaction
That which was paid to price
Boasts of are still at large
Yet at the tick of time, away I ebb
If with gratitude to the high I cheer myself
My totality is still disturbed
Much to be achieved are not fulfilled
Not for the plans been laid by me
But for the yearnings that springs within
A beckon of destiny not to drift away
From what not to stray I can’t fathom
Necessities illusive are they as dream
Still these yearnings from within the innate of me...
Peace deep within find cannot
All about life eludes satisfaction
That which was paid to price
Boasts of are still at large
Yet at the tick of time, away I ebb
If with gratitude to the high I cheer myself
My totality is still disturbed
Much to be achieved are not fulfilled
Not for the plans been laid by me
But for the yearnings that springs within
A beckon of destiny not to drift away
From what not to stray I can’t fathom
Necessities illusive are they as dream
Still these yearnings from within the innate of me...
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