Lost's return

Today, Mama is rejoicing,
Singing and dancing,
Praying and crying,
Her eyes simply cannot believe it,
This is a greater gift than money,
Far sweeter than honey,

Today mama is celebrating,
That which caused her agony,
now suddenly brings her relief,
She is beside herself,
hands on her head,
hands on her chest,
hands together in the air,
God has answered her only prayer,
She thought this was a dead matter.

Clap, mama,clap
Dance, mama, dance,
Your dance is the prologue,
to the never ending chorus.
Let her bask in this reverie,
10 oceans cannot contain her floods of joy,
Nothing , noone can stop her,
From embracing her son,
The first fruit of her womb,
Who had been missing for years and years,
Everyone was assured that death had eaten him up,
A child dead, is better than a child lost,
But mama held on and kept her hopes up,

Her only son, her first born has returned,
beat the gong,play the drum
This festival has just begun.
© Omohemi Benson, All rights reserved.

This is for lost, I await your response.

when love isn't enough

Can we get your mind over the matter?
Lets clear your mind of the clutter,

Sit down,
Talk to me,
Look at me,
What is it?
Say it all,
I am listening.

its more than your work,
I know its another woman,
I won't bother to ask,
If she is fairer?
If her bosom made of gold?
I don't want to know.

Is she the reason,
You my lover
have suddenly become cold?
Grave cold.

Look at me,
Listen,
Don't let your eyes flutter,
Who is this Jolene?
That has turned your heart and eyes from me,
Where did I miss it?
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?
or the things I left unsaid?

No, never!
I will not strip on the streets,
or exchange vile words with another,
To win back your heart,
or prove my love,
I know my worth,

Summon reason,
Think deeply,
And burn your lustful pangs of hunger,
Before you stray further,
let me warn you,
I'm not like the father of the prodigal,
Waiting and hoping,
Crying and praying,

I'll be long gone before
your return,
Too far away to hear your pleading call,
I would have given up on you; on us,
And moved on,
knowing fully well,
sometimes love is not enough.

Rejoinder

Remember my poem Stranger?
I wrote a rejoinder to it.
I know its funny, writing a rejoinder to your own poem.

Title: Stalker


I see your peeping eyes,
Every morning,
Hiding cautiously behind your window curtain,
I smile to myself,
Happy that sneaking footmarks,
Have graced my worn doormat,

I love the shape of your lips,
The sway of your hips,
The rhythmic soothing tune of your soft and seductive whisper,
Everything in your body wishing me more than just goodmorning,
I notice it, I notice you, I notice everything.

I want more than coffee,
I want a picnic at the beach,
I want to listen to all your stories,
And all the dreams and fantasties,
You've woven around me,
As the sand scrubs our feet,

I know that you've been watching me,
Ms. gentle eyes and sunshine smile,
I want to end our from a distance relationship,
Allay your fears, bring you closer to me,
Call you friend,
And maybe lover.

Stranger

Stranger
Like an eagle watches it prey,
I watch you, night and day,
From the fray of my transparent curtain,
I know your colour for each day,
I bask in the whiff of your perfume,
Hours after, you have gone miles away.
What is it about you,
That ripples my ribcage,

Stranger,
Is it the way your curved lips,
Sends warm greeting towards me,
Or is that sunshine smile,
That brightens up my day
Every time I see it,

Stranger,
Why should I forever hold my peace?
Why can’t I burst open the lid,
And let out the steam,
Why can’t I just summon up courage,
And walk up to you?
Shake your hard firmly and say my name,
Maybe ask you for a cup of coffee,
Or lunch or a movie,

Stranger
I fear so much,
That I’ll spoil our from a distance relationship,
I fear that you might not be the perfect picture,
I paint in my head,
I think I’ll keep this window vigil,
And hope that one day all my woven fantasies
Around you, come true,

If it ever comes true,
But for now I am contented,
Just calling you stranger

I no do

I no do o!

I say I no do,
Wahala wa nibe ni?
Abi?
Leave me!

The flashy car,
The fresh smelling mint,
The clean cut suit,
The fineboy look,
They are very tempting
But not enough to draw me to you,
You say I am a fool,
Many will die to be in my shoes,
So why do you still want me,
Abi ara adugbo e gbami!

Go and mother the chicks that want you,
I choose to remain a fool
Than be with you,
Shine shine bobo,
No substance,
So your daddy is the last king of scotland,
Unfortunately he didn't tell you
There's more to being a man,
Than your oversized wand,

I can't teach you,
I can't please you,
I don't want to be your flunkey,
Let be me in peace,
Abi?
I say I no do!
Move on to those that will have you,
Wahala wa nibe ni?
I no do!