Belfast Weather!

The musical rain drops on the roof
The lullaby that it sings
The Sky's daylong grief
That Ends with a night of songs
The persistent rain drops
Now delivered in staccato
With the belligerent wind blocks
Pushing the base of the lean-to

The day has come but the sky is moody
Weary from the tears it shed through the night
The eyes are cloudy and the drops are heavy
Not ready to stop it blocks out the light
All through the day it stops and starts
Leaving no room for a sight of the sun
All one can see are people with hats
No umbrellas, the wind is strong

Then the sun peeps through the cloud
And disappears in a haste
One could say she is running from the rains
Just as she was gone was the cloud on the ground
Day in and out the cycle continues
The locals are depressed and the tourists alike
Can't wait to fly to where sunshine is voluminous
I will put on my gear and run round on bike.

Unpredictable yes unpredictable
The rain and cold are the trademarks of Belfast
As the nightlife in town is something unforgettable
Think of the girls when they come to have a blast
The temperature is freezing yet they have bare back and legs
Give it up to them, though their menfolk are same
All they care about is how much alcohol is in the keg
These guys can drink and drink there way to fame.

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Man and Woman

It is barbaric for a man to lay his hand on a woman under whatever disguise.
It is evil for a woman to abuse a man and push him over the precipice.
It is easy to take sides in case of a man and wife
But we hardly know the cause of the rife.

The weapon of a man is his strength
The weapon of a woman her mouth
When a man misuses his weapon on his wife he is blamed
To avoid the misuse her mouth should be tamed.

Murder! Murder! everyone cries
He is a monster everyone says
'Should be sent to jail the ladies shout
Let the man be crucified and his breath snuffed out.

What about barrage of hurtful words which kills the heart
what about the disrecpect that scorns his ego
He was imbued with huge ego at birth
No matter how he tries it comes back like echo.


Know this and be wise and your marriage will last
A man wil be nice if his ego is intact
When his ego is lost
He behaves more like a twat





Who bears the brunt? YOU.

Tough times

Tough times calls for tough minds
Not for the ones with liver like Lilly's
It calls for those with hearts behind
Yes they are so but not like bullies

The tougher it gets the better they become
'Cos it's like a test of their strength
Victory is sweet with their crown at home
Waiting for the next that pose as a threat.

Security yes security with them
Security at a cost
Practice is their gem
Vigilant at their coast

Easier to achieve than maintain
with desire to overcome motivation like fountain
Disciplined and shrewd
They win like the prude

My BlueSpice

Where is she the pleasant one from the east
Where has she gone to, the precious pearl from afar
I will do what it takes to bring her to the west
I will bring down the mountains to create a part for her

I am still waiting for her hope she is not shy.
I know her for that, she at times waves her hand
Tell her I am plain I am very far from sly
I can't wait to see her foot prints in the sand


Finally she arrives. She said she was short of words. I could see the stress on her face that stemmed from the long journey. That could not mask the joy that was mixed with suprise. She was embarrased she could not hide her delight

she is embarrassed just like I have predicted.
But never mind it is normal
Just a little shove I will get her addicted
Not too far from now, everything will be normal

Where is she? gosh she has eloped with Jamotex
brought me outa here, left me alone
The strength of my affection is now up for test
I will do all my best to take her along

And she whispered to me ....

'fair sire,it does me great honor to read this fair words from you
but as futile as the stiring of soured milk to make cream
so do these words appear
for it was but a week ago that i signed my marriage papers'

Call in the trumpeters, roll in the drums
call in the clarinets her majesty comes
Papers can be torn
But the real deal remains

She says....
'a lowly maiden i might bebut my words i cannot go back oni gave my words to the noble sire whom call my Husbandand till death i shall be his'

There is nothing new under the sun
Destiny can be delayed but not denied
Retracting your word given in error cannot be sin
You absence in my life cannot be bellied

She came out from the man's house 10 days to the wedding. her word is with the man, but her heart is with me. I could see all the tell tell signs that betrays her emotion. She so much wants to be with me but does not want to be a liar. I will make it easy for her.She will get what she deserves

with a strong note she warned....
'with these last words, seek to dispel whatever notion you might have had concerning my husbandi love my husband and i choose to be with himmy loyalty henceforth will no longer permit me to discuss this matter anymore with you oh noble sir,and if it is beyond your powers to desist from discussing this topic,then i sadly regret to inform you that this will therefore be the last you shall hear from me i wish you good luck in your decision'

I know how you feel but you do not how I feel
I can see your heart behind the fronting
The real you is longing for the deal that we sealed
Come home my honey I will not stop the chasing

By now she actually came into my house, she hugged me and she was crying. Do not mind what she said. I knew why she cried. I had a white handkerchief with pink heart inscription.I wiped her eyes with it. She sobbed in my arms and she got up and left. While she was going, she kept looking back. We kept talking though no voice was heard

I could feel in my bones the uneasiness within her marrow
Her wish to be with me is endless like tomorrow
But she is entangled by a vow
can she call that her woe?

Some neighbours have been watching in amazement
They say he is love struck
So many hold back some statement
So heavy their hearts grow as the word get stuck

Who cares what they say. One can do anything just to win the heart he cherishes. Some may call it madness but i call it appreciation

Standing in the balcony of my apartment
I could see the outline of a girl
Her silhouete seemed to suit my predicament
Trying to blow me away like a gale

It has been two days 'have not seen my angel
Could it be she is gone
No I cannot see it from that angle
Or I will need the services of a gun

sitting on my chair, i got lost in sleep
there she was crying for my help
In a haste to help, my left leg slipped
Ahh! it is a dream I forgot how I felt

who is he talking to they asked
May be to himself some answered
Does he reason with his ass
Prolly he could do with a massage

He is growing restless. The neighbours think he is insane. But he knows he is not. He is only love struck and his love is real. The object of his love has abandoned him. He is wallowing in misery. If only he could set his eyes on the only one he cares about

What can I say, i've the resilience
I will not wait in vain
Even in the midst of silence
I'm able to contain my pain

Won't she show her face
Just for my heart to res
tI cannot go to her place
Coming here to me is the best

My eyes have seen her back
But she refused to turn
If she turns will she bark
I feel a sharp pain like my flesh is torn.


She finally came to the house. The sight of her alone relieved me. She came into the balcony but refused to sit.I could read from her face, the torment in her heart but still cannot accept that her heart is with me

my desire for her

her desire for me . . . .

After a salsa night (..continued)

'went to dance salsa but could not concentrate because I know her touch and her strength on dance floor.When she wiggles her waist, the heavens will clap, when she spins the earth will rotate. Her grace is not comparable, her flexibility unmatchedMay be it is because of her wonderful figure that send pulses racing, yet that does not come between her and what she knows best-dancing salsa.I guess she must be having some time with her husband my friend

She spies and watches my house
To know the state of my spirit
She connects and nourishes with a hose
while looking under her armpit

Sisi says, 'what has blue given to this boda to eat?'

Her friend calls us bother(boda) but we are brothers
A component of the sisters world
who should be within their borders
Guess she is playing with words

A woman came into the room dressed as a man. He accused me of double standardna d of being a player.

what must I have said to beeola
when I am not gay
Or are you Ola
Help me find my gait

She later unveiled to show her colour. She accused me of playing with words when I am sure I am innocent.

They accused me of playing with words
Because I did not look there way
My heart is pierced with a sword
But finally I hold sway

.....continued

A guy walks in an claims to be the master of poetry and uttered some egoistic words


Am I really a poet to compete with him
Never claimed to be one
Just telling a story not governed by whim
Let him him go ahead he pro'lly would've won

Is he meant to be a rival, never afraid of challenges
when it has to do with her, the precious pearl from the east
I will run to break his phalanges
to stall the exchange of fists

Like the dream was forerunner of what was to come, She came to my house the following day but refused to enter inside. She stood at the entrance and spoke softly to me. The voice i knew, the golden voice I am used to and the desire in heart was convering a different message from the spoken word. Her resistance was weaking, just a matter of weeks or may be days.
And I told her

You are worth more than the treasures of solomon
You are more precious than riches of babylon
You are a queen and your kingdom is my heart
Where you are exalted above all women on earth

'She is loyal to me. I've got nothing to worry about. I thought Agaba was my friend but now i know better' her husband says.

No one has ever doubted her loyalty to him
she knows she has her heart in my bossom
For I have her details in a sim
Her fantasies I can phantom

My friend is my friend
But love is strange
Though I am not a fiend
Some cases are out of range


She came in to affirm her love to her 'husband' with mixed feeling. I said it was a matter of days may be weeks and what is mine will be mineI shall not bulge for I have got a bulge from looking at her bulges. That means I am excited. I wish she is here with me. She heard me and smiled

At last I have her smile
Expressed by smiley
It can only be a few miles
Before the golden alley