It’s raining outside;
And I shuddered at the tears in my eyes,
If I’d been in the rain,
Then the tears would be unnoticed.
I cry not for sadness
I cry for love.
I cry, because you’re not here.
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Peacemaker
Like fire extinguisher in a bank fire:
You calm my nerves,
While protecting my fragile mind.
You don’t only radiate peace,
You breed bliss.
The only way with you is higher.
Like Icarus with a better brain reserve,
Flesh, mind and soul will bind;
Harbinger of peace,
My beautiful peacemaker.
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Crude Love
Because of you I don’t sleep,
Kerosene.
Flare up when you are vexed,
I’m your gasoline.
This love is grossly inflammable;
Let’s gas it up.
Forever heavy in my heart;
This issue is thicker than diesel.
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Father’s Day.
To the father who was there;
And to the one who was never here,
To the father who has a heir
And to the one who never sired.
To the father who was a husband.
And to that father moving around like a band.
To the father who was available to be called papa,
And to the one with myriads of baby mama.
In presence
Or absence
Or in negligence
Or in love and concerned hatred.
Happy father’s day
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Heartbreaks Are Normal
Heart breaks are normal;
Like carbon based life forms depending on oxygen;
It’s just the norm.
The usual.
Current situation of life.
But to you,
With you,
And for you;
I’ll always be dedicated.
Steer away from the norm;
We will.
Ride and die of mine you are.
Not just for today and tomorrow,
But till the end is near,
And long after.
For this one, I’m sorry.
For the other transgressions,
I’m deeply sorry.
And for the upcoming ones.
I’m sorry,
In advance.
But in my defense,
I’m only human.
A man in love.
A man out of touch with romance.
Once again,
I’m sorry.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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Disturbing Sprit.
Once in a while,
She’s awesome.
But every other time
She’s stubborn.
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Lady in pink
Cute little lady in pink,
Or is that purple?
Can you give me a moment to think?
Herculean task it is;
With you here, I can’t think,
My thoughts stumble.
Lots of celestials are jealous of you;
The moon says hi.
I know that I have seen you in blue,
And you’re still stunning.
My cute little lady in pink,
This beats other hues.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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Pain. And Again.
Pain is a word I understand,
Oxygen brings life,
But this pain, makes me feel alive.
Whenever I stand,
I can feel the force of my life,
Drain away, making it difficult to thrive.
Like the three-headed monsters of Hiroshima;
Or the enslaved humans in Myanmar;
The Uyghurs in China;
I have no power over my fate.
This pain and I,
Perfect unholy matrimony!
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