THE VOICE OF A POET

I want an incisive, insightful,irreverent, inquisitive and challenging mind. I want someone with whom philosophical discourse is foreplay. I want someone who makes my knees go weak with her sharp wit, irresistible charm and keen sense of humor. I want someone who speaks sarcasm as a mothertongue, with whom double entendres and naughty innuendos will form the foundation of our communication. I want someone that I reach out and touch randomly, caress her sensually, just by exchanging passionate words. I want someone I cuddle with, just by whispering in her ear. I want someone with skillfully honed imagination, ready to push the limits in exploration. I want someone...... I want You!!! ©Patolyer 2015.

Who will protect my motherland?  From the incessant terror attacks and marauding criminal gangs,  That have taken our nation captive with ceaseless shots and bangs,  That threatens to shatter our very essence, thin thread upon which our nationhood hangs,  Who will slay this monstrous dragon, and destroy its feral fangs.  Who will protect my motherland?  Amidst this latent political landscape, so littered with twists and turns,  Of a political class so clueless, endlessly bickering as the nation burns,  Fighting petty wars of party loyalties, while in essence just but hired guns,  Engaged in a vicious fight for survival, even as the insecurity tide foams and churns. Who will protect my motherland?  When our youth are jobless, depressed and frustrated, dehumanized beyond scope,  Sleeping daily on a hungry belly, ravaged and afflicted by an addiction to dope,  Living fast and dying young, doing their best just to cope,  Providing a fertile ground for ind

I'm tired of trying to be that romantic guy, Striving to meet dating standards ever rocketing sky high, That I should have the temperament of a clown, Bringing a smile to her face whenever I see a frown, Yet serious enough in life to give  her hope, Of a future so bright that its limitless in scope, In that confusion of rapidly shifting goal posts and distractions, I am caught up in a vicious cycle of changing passions and self destruction. I need a girl who will fire up more than just lust and physical desire, A woman who will inspire  me to push my dreams to realms higher, One who sees life beyond the limitations of current dimensions, A God fearing woman, never shy of seeking divine intervention,  A girl whose face and body will steal my affection, But the strength of her mind and character will command my attention, A girl who speaks her mind without silent brooding or shouting spells, A friend who understands my struggles with demons from mine private hells.

I met a girl, On a hot,humid afternoon in the African Savannah, She floated into my sight in a haze, As if the afternoon heat had set my heart ablaze, With flames of passion that left my mind in a daze, Leaving me to only stare and gaze. I met a girl, On a hot, humid afternoon in the African Savannah, She had this exquisite slender frame, Dainty and delicate like that of a porcelain doll, Her smile was so beautiful that when it came, I suffered a dizzy spell and almost took a fall. I met a girl, On a hot, humid afternoon in the African Savannah, Her spell-binding beauty set my soul at ease, Basking in the warmth of her glow in total bliss, Her enchanting eyes twinkled in a playful tease, Leaving me wishing that I could steal a kiss. I met a girl, On a hot, humid afternoon in the African Savannah, She was the image of a fairy tale Princess, Beautiful and graceful with a skin so flawless, Her smile lit up her face and left me breathless,

I am mesmerized and dazzled, paralyzed and hypnotized, By this angelic apparition who has monopolized my attention, She smiles at my romantic declarations and undying love confessions, Blushes with appreciation at my romantic professions. I am mesmerized and dazzled, paralyzed and hypnotized, By this scintillating Princess who's smile renders me defenseless, Awestruck and speechless in the aura of her presence, Tongue-tied and witless under the spell of beauty so flawless. I am mesmerized and dazzled, paralyzed and hypnotized, By her aura of composure and spell-binding posture, Her confidence so pure even in the glare of exposure, Her step so sure the grace enchanting like a brilliant hue of azure.   © Patolyer 2014

Judge me in the morning, While the gentle rays of the sun whisper and dance at dawn, Before the deceptive warmth that caresses my body is withdrawn, And the gentle rays disappear like dew on a morning run, To be replaced instead by the scorching afternoon sun. Judge me in the morning, While the day is still young, virgin and nubile, When my dreams are still sharp and virile, Before time goes and their clarity is eroded, And the sharpness of my vision is slowly corroded. Judge me in the morning, Allow me the chance to valiantly defend my name, Even though my efforts may fail and I end up in shame, Let the light shine on me as I face the adverse claim, So that with courage and valor I may shoulder my blame. Judge me in the morning, Let me face my accusers in the glory of morning light, Let me stare at them from the pedestal of the dock's height, Let them know that I never went down without a fight, Let me torment their dreams henceforth for every night. © Pato