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Definition: A collection of words that express an emotion or ideal. Poems are literary attempts to share personal experiences and feelings. Good poems show images which leave the readers with a sense of delight, awe, and wonder.

Dedication

I dedicate this collection to my sister in Nigeria who I met on July 20, 2014, while I had traveled to Ibadan for a special vocation. Her name is Margaret. I write this to express my deeper feelings for her since no other woman in the world makes me feel the way I feel. She is the reason why the sun rises and sets in my soul. I would like to honor Margaret for her dedication and being a good blood sister. She has shown full support and the genuine love she has for me. Margaret chose to rise above all societal prejudices to settle with me in the United States of America. This is very special to me and to my nuclear family here.

Table of Contents

• Tales of a Maiden……………………………………………………………….1
• Dedication………………………………………………………...2
• The Return of My Ship…………………………………………………………4
• A Gaze at the Sea………………………………………………………………..5
• A Rose for Jacqueline…………………………………………………………...6
• Beneath the Waterfall………………………………………………………...…7
• Tales of Verona……………………………………………………………………9

Five Unified Poems

The Return of My Ship (2015)

I stand at the sea shore, My heart has wept for long, I am adequately burdened, My soul weeps for every other day I ever lived, For every jewel I ever believed in, For every poem I ever crafted, For every smile of fortune in my soul, I loved you with every bit of myself, My lady, the clouds of mercy welcomes me home. The sea waves roar with impatience, My ship is at bay, Many promises I made, Many souls await for my return. What more shall I do but leave? Shall I not but cry and walk away? Shall I not but hold mine tears? My lady, remember how I cared for you, Didn’t we live in each other's soul? Didn’t we swim in each other's pool? Didn’t we drink from each other's cup? Didn’t we serenade each other’s night? Didn’t the host of heavens watch in joy? Didn’t we belong to each other's world? My lady, my ship is in a haste, The sea is at peace no more, The waves are freaking, The marines are waiting for me aboard, The ocean beckons me, To my native land, But should the ends of the oceans, Bring forth vibrations of love unto my heart, I shall come back for you my lady.

A Gaze at the Sea (2016)

Is it pleasure you find in puncturing my heart? I have duly withdrawn myself from my tether. For you I trade my stewardship. If it be chasing the wind so be it, For yours has a scent that wafts far beyond. In the sands of time I trace thy steps Till I find thee at the shore. Why do you leave? Did my feather grow cold for loyalty? Why so soon emissary of the heavens? Is he so cruel to create such a fallacy for me? Won't your goodwill last for eternity? Shall you cast me back at the mercy of the bitter water? While in bread and butter you've communed? Is it not the same ship that blows up in the mid-seas This voyage shall have no anchor? The waters are troubled for you, You that taught me that souls graze in green fields. How then shall I bear the pain? Did ever my speech create battle in your ears? I search deep within for answers yet I find none. Now all alone I sit at the shores, listen to lone cowries as I watch you disappear in time. Your crewmen cast me out, For they cast spoils on and find me at fault. And the last swash sent a message from you, Your return is due, may it be soon. The fields await our communion. The stars are growing weary by night of watching my tears. The moon is waning for hope is frail. But love is eternal, emissary of heavens. Seas are not for angels like you. Disembark and fly back home.

A Rose for Jacqueline (2016)

For the art of memory that I have searched, I have traveled to the very depths of the human heart. My eyes have toured the most beautiful landscapes, the contours drawing elegance of an oceanic breeze. I have sojourned the stretch of the Milky Way, the zodiac melodies resonating millions of light years away. I have visited the moons, seen eclipses, and taken clips. From my telescopic pupils have I streamed live, I have traveled amongst lines of my writings. I have flown amongst pinions of my stanzas, And in the lyrical utterances of my sonnets, I have never seen such a woman like you. I have the power to write the most ungraspable things in search of an emerald whose texture serenades my heart. And it is in the heart of my Cherry that I found pure love. It is in the semblance of my child’s eyelashes that I found myself. And in the breadth of her nostrils do I smell creeds of life, And in the glossiness of her angelic lips I kiss passionately. In the reflection of her cornea, have I seen the image of myself and in the aqueous liquid of her plasma do I flow north. And forever shall I trade my life to see her happy because she is my earth and my moon.

Beneath the Waterfall (2015)

Go…go…go…go…river. Move like a troop along the mystic terrain. Let of your waters meander through the shifting sands of time. Let of your waters serenade the rose beneath the waterfall so that as she feels the eruption of the breeze, her elegance may stretch to the ends of eternity. Let the royal jewelry amongst her heart spread to the edges of the horizon where the sky kisses the earth, falling deeper than the depth of the heavens. So little river…go…go…go…go… Let of your waters embrace the floral orchestra in the forest Let of your majestic droplets blow our lips with a million kisses. Let the curling moisture massage our faces with love. Let the waterfall proclaim the glory of Almighty God. May the roar bless the generations born of this vast land; This mountainous terrain full of fruits and honey. May the depth of the waterfall pour waters of relief, so that as we feel the sweetness of the breeze Blowing up our clothes like kites and embracing every element of the human spirit in us. May the glory and might of the rose beneath the waterfall be rumored across the river valley. And as the waters settle with the serenity amongst our hearts, And as the particles meet in the undiscerned mist Colliding back and forth, Let our souls wait at the waterfall. Let our souls resonate in rigorous recitations and may the peace of Almighty Father Keep the waterfalls draining into the depth of our hearts. As the tears funnel into the pitfalls of the space And let the water droplets continue to collide in ecstasy Till we meet again beneath the waterfall During the next water collision.

Tales of Verona (2020)

I heard the empty whispers of your youthful voice strangled in the loneliest of all dungeons in Verona. I heard the outcry with lacks and deficiencies whose crevices built dynasties amongst pillars of my heart. I saw the soothing fireflies orbit your sorrowful heart and I melted in the midst of your feminine stare. And in the chronicles of my loneliness did I gaze with rhythmical palpitation. I strode towards your elegance with a heart full of bliss. Woman, the way your waist swung in ecstasy and your hair blown by the Northern winds across Verona wafted aroma with divine romance from the gates of the heavens. I tasted the beauty of your million-pound worth of gold ounces in the cascades of the teardrops falling from your eyes. I wrapped up the delicacies digging deeper than the depth of your heart and in every smile of fortune, rested my army of serene teardrops. As you dressed up your majesty, the texture of your melanin emitted temperatures no human race could ever contain. So I melted away…and knelt with my ears dropped like Cedar of Lebanon. Since, there is no one in Verona who grips my heart than you! The entire host of the stars grow wary, where are you little bird? Where is the bread and the blood we should commune? You are the rubies of the shores of Venice. You are the mangroves of the coastline of Ravenna. You are the beauty and the beast, the endless river that waters my souls with life. And in You, I will tell of the tales of Verona.

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