The Poetic Assassin.

PROLOGUE TO MY FORTHCOMING BOOK.

To poetic lines, I’m lending a hand.
Pulling them to their feet to firmly stand.
Courage so convincing is what I’ll cast on them.
I’ll surely be a strong root, I’ll be their stem.
Vesting on them a powerful and vivid voice.
Direct talks and never a multiple choice.
Lifting the weight off words onto myself.
Sending them as envoys to the library shelf.
Exposing them as emphatic expressions.
Involving these words in my innocent intentions.
I’m sending out stanzas as seeming symbols.
Meaning over melody like musical cymbals.
Giving conjunctions orders like the commander of a Calvary.
I’ll dictate to dictions to the envy of every rivalry.
All these to succinctly pass my message across.
If being a good poet is a curse, I’ll carry the cross.

Lanre Badmus.
December 2023
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HALF FULL.

Struggles, still we squeeze through storms.
School of bravery, life signed my forms.
Legions of lessons learned, still I’m living.
Earth not for the weak, no misgivings.
Setbacks, still we surge towards success.
My extreme energy is never in excess.
Failures, still we forge towards the finishline.
Fire and flames of frustration, still we fine.
The street has been starved of sincere smiles.
Love is long drowned and lost in river Nile.
Daily, we depend on a deity to do us good.
I believe in God, no intentions to be rude.
Cup obviously not full but still not empty.
Never in lack though we may not have plenty.
Breaking bread for breakfast without eggs.
Still have what to eat, we don’t need to beg.
Half-moon, we’re still not in total darkness.
I envisage a positive ending to this game of chess.

Lanre Badmus
December 2023

Sometimes, finding a treasure demands a little pressure.

WINTER WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE.

Winter with loud whispers-
Certainly not a season for st*****rs.
Our bodies beckon for more blankets.
Apparently, we are as porous as baskets.
The submersion of the sun is no longer news.
We can hear her faintly like a kitty’s mews.
Can cuddles conquer this canal cold?
Winter’s conscience seems totally sold.
Another day drenched with damp chills.
Warmth has become an ineffective pill.

Lanre Badmus.
December 2023

Questions without explanations-
life can be a frustrating equation.

Even if the world walks into oblivion,
I’ll hold onto your body as my only religion.

WINTER’S WITCH-HUNT.

Weather on an unprecedented low.
Winter walked in through my window.
Caged by claws of a crashing cold,
I helplessly had nothing to hold.
Pathetically, my pillow played truancy.
Warmth was denied every available vacancy.
I was left in the loins of cold for long.
Having nobody else in my bed was wrong.
Winter wouldn’t stop her witch-hunt.
It’s all biting chills with a blade not blunt.

Lanre Badmus
December 2023

AROUSING ATTRACTION.

The width of her waist, I worked my wrist.
I totally believe time is taking a new twist.
Soaked in her sweat, she’s without a speech.
Ecstasy was apparently within our reach.
To catch her curves, my fingers crawled.
Discarded all clothings, wasn’t with a shawl.
Shopped around her shape with no shoves…
beauty boldly burns like a billowing stove.
I placed my nostrils near her nudity.
An arousing attraction defying every immunity.

Lanre Badmus
December 2023

They may have a plan but your innocence will vindicate you.

Say this to yourself. ‘Today it’s either I win or I win.’

To the God the sun and the moon take turn to worship, I say thank you.

Your thoughts are your motivations.
Think right!

I remembered Manchester United is playing Liverpool tomorrow. ❤️❤️

If he lies on others to you, he will surely lie on you to others.

A STRANGER’S TOWEL.

I was swallowed by sensuality
as I got seduced by a stranger.
A loosely tied towel was the trap-
it fell and I fell along like a mirror.
Became a victim of a shattered self-control
and couldn’t practically pick up the pieces.
Leapt on what lay under the loosened cloth.
I became lost under the loins of lust.
Let me tell you the tale of a temptation.
Always knock at a stranger’s door.

Lanre Badmus
December 2023

Spiritual understanding is a relative issue.

HOPE IS A REVOLVER, BELIEVE IS A BULLET.

Whenever I wake up with my voice holding on to a pen, definitely it’s a writing day. My morning devotion is always of essence. That done and dusted, here am I right at your face, staring as you read from your phones and computers… excuse my manners. 🤩

Every bringer of hope is also expectant of that slow- walking messenger called hope. As I’m about to admonish you about the essence of patience, there are still some areas of my life I wish patience were human and I could have an opportunity to talk sense into her. 🤩

Hope can be a very annoying prophet. Very slow in talking and inarticulate. Most of the time Hope lacks oratory skills and it takes us extra efforts to believe in what she says.

Fine, with the help of another prophet called Believe, miracles do happen. The truth is, without explanation and succinct interpretation from Believe, Hope’s words are hard to understand.

Now in simpler terms. No matter what we go through, we must always hope for the better. However, hoping for the better will never suffice until we believe through faith that situations will indeed get better.

Within these few days left in 2023, I pray you will experience that miracle you have been waiting on God for. Amen.

Lanre Badmus
December 2023

May we not jettison our chance when it finally arrives. Amen.

THE VANISHING VIRGINITY.
(A DEDICATION TO WOMEN.)

Another smile exposed my dentition.
A romance with a raw rendition.
The smile stayed stubborn...
A temptation that took another turn

Memories without a mask...
Spilled waters from a flask.
Satisfaction served me another smile.
These flashbacks won't descend the aisle.

A man just made me a woman.
Virginity with a terminated lifespan.
The beauty of a sexual in*******se.
Nature just took a sensual course.

I'll keep smiling till the death of eternity.
I've been inducted into a lovely fraternity.
The arousal of an apparent amusement.
My heart seem filled up with a fulfilment.

A long wait for a golden harvest.
Now my patience has been laid to rest.
An experience that's worth the wait.
Keeping it was once a religious faith.

Lanre badmus.
December 2020

Every sound that comes from nature is a message. Listen!

THE SUN IS LOSING WEIGHT.

The sun struggled to surface.
The movement of malnourished rays.
Her short shine will soon be shot down.
Finally, winter is the latest owner of our town.
She seems stranded within a strange sky.
Caught up in cold, her confidence wouldn’t fly.
Her feeble rays frolicked back and forth.
She will soon be neglected by the north.
From Mississippi comes this weather update.
The sun seems to be losing some weight.

Lanre Badmus.
December 2023

Her beauty blew up my mind without a dynamite.

A BEDROOM DOOR.

Fe**sh and filthy feelings-
will the door disclose his dirty dealings?
Liking lust is what he does for a living.
For moderate moods, he has his misgivings.
This bedroom door is his sole witness.
Door’s guilt remains her continued wetness.
She’s got the testimony of a direct evidence.
In a witness box, I can imagine her eloquence.
All the way, the door willingly watches.
At the image of immorality, her interest surges.
I can’t count the numbers of time she’s creaked.
Her persistent peeps often make her to peak.
Fe**sh and filthy feelings.
Will that door disclose his dirty dealings?

Lanre Badmus
December 2023

POETIC ASSASSIN AS A BRAND.

I long lowered the flag of my limitation.
Introduced my improved self with intimidation.
A priceless package was what I presented.
The new me was the technology I invented.
Sacrificed my fear on an alter of confidence.
Making a good name is never a coincidence.
I made the sky a stepping stone to my success.
The billboard is now a permanent address.
I remember taking risks when it got rough.
Time taught me that the top is for the tough.
I took all the tests life placed on my table.
Remember no books to read so I took a gamble.
Flying colors called me by my first name
I inevitably became a god of this poetic game.

Lanre Badmus
December 2023

A TOTAL ECLIPSE.

The unknown is without a face.
Curiosity will not take her out of the chase.
Knocks as knowledge tries to untie the knot.
Both history and religion have lost the plot.
The unknown is a ghost without being dead.
Many questions than answers in our heads.
Curiosity can’t catch a single glimpse.
Humanity is a prisoner of a total eclipse.
Tomorrow is a tale that can never be told.
Future will abhor the unknown till we get old.

Lanre Badmus
December 2023

VICTOR OSIMHEN VOTED AFRICAN FOOTBALLER OF THE YEAR.

WHEN HATRED BECOMES A HEAVEN-SENT.

I love to invest images in your imagination to pass priceless messages across to you. You all know I draw your attention like diagrams drew us closer to Biology while we were at High School.

Imagery remains an invaluable weapon for me when I talk to my readers. I love to unzip an undiluted understanding to give you the ‘whole’ when it comes to story telling.

My message this morning without mincing words is straight forward. Sometimes the negative comments you circulate about others end up as a plus for them.

When I go through some influencers’ social media pages, I see tons of negative comments about them… often times running into hundreds of thousand. A times these influencers intentionally create controversial posts to get more negative comments just to generate revenue for themselves.

Today I’m not here to tell you how that happens but I’m here to bring you an awareness that hatred can be heaven-sent. Some pulling down are lifting up. Some lies you spread to deter the growth of your friends have propelled them into their wealth.

I’ll tell you a short story of a friend that told a beautiful girl to avoid me at law school, several years back. He told her I was a ladies’ man and women are really into me. He said so many things to push her off my ‘box 18’ 😂.

Truth, back in those days I preferred the company of ladies because I am better at listening than talking. They would talk for hours and my job was just to say ‘wow’, ‘gosh’, ‘are you serious’ just to mention a few.

I wasn’t the bad boy my friend painted out but he did a great job giving me two horns and a tail.. all in black. 😂

Unfortunately for my friend, the girl wanted to know. Just like Joe she wanted to know what made me smile, what turned me on and what made me cry. Can I get a hallelujah.😂. That beautiful lady that would be in her forties now wanted to know the goodness enmeshed in a bad boy.

Without wasting your time, she approached my ‘box 18’ with a soccer ball at her feet but with all the teachings I got at 1st ECWA church as I child, I defended my goalpost like John Terry would’ve. 😂

The morals of this story, the evil you keep saying about those you hate may end up being a stepping stone to their success.

Lanre Badmus
December 2023

A Monday miracle is still a possibility. It shall happen for you and I today. Amen.

You want to end it all because your spouse/partner left you or is leaving you for a politician. Stop it now if this message is for you. May God give you peace.

WINTER WITH A WARNING.

The magical making of another morning.
Winter woke me up with a new warning.
The cascade of cold is without a control.
She is seemingly breaking terms of her parole.
Someone should ask the sun about her sting.
She’s lost every fire around her golden ring.
The wind’s warmth is totally withered.
Her immediate inactivity impulsively triggered.
Winter with a warning that I remain at home.
Outside, a chastising chill won’t stop to roam.

Lanre Badmus
December 2023

Sometimes silence is all a wise man has to say.

Pray against war. It’s easier to shout on social media than experience one.

WEEKEND WITH A GARMENT OF WINTER.

A freezing Friday forced out of her shell-
the coining of a cold creation, you can tell.
Morning made of ice at my doormat.
It’s another Friday with a freezing format.
A cold cloud at our call and beckon.
The climate churning out chills per second.
Whisking wind with an intention to aid the cold.
To the devil, her windy soul has been sold.
It’s a weekend with a garment of winter.
Ice remains a drape over this December.

Lanre Badmus
The Poetic Assassin
December 2023

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Be you! Be confident!

THE SILENCE OF WISDOM.

The whistling of wisdom can only be heard by a calm personality. It doesn’t roar like rustling dry leaves being chastised by the fall season.

The ways of wisdom is willingly woven around peace. She sends out her waves through a wind of silence. Only a calm personality can perceive.

Thus, I’ve learned to ‘loudly’ listen than talk so I could learn more from her. Wisdom is not for everyone. She’s only available to those that are gentle in their spirit.

The silence of wisdom is more audible than the screams of foolery. Her seeming subtle stare sends more meaningful message than the shouts of buffoonery.

My teaching this morning tends towards you tapping into the temperament of Wisdom. Tutor yourself to always talk less and listen more. Tame your tongue to know when to be physically lame but spiritually active.

Truth is, we lose more and gain less when our tongue is saddled with too much talking. Choose today to listen more to the silence of wisdom and you will never regret you did.

Lanre Badmus.
December 2023

I was actually eating rice when Rice scored the winner for Arsenal. I left my rice to celebrate with Rice. 😂😂

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Time with blazing blades-
moments can’t help but fade.