Butterfly: Francispoems

Butterfly butterfly fly
Flap and slap wings high
Unleash your stream of  colours
Weaving an embodied emblem
Gush out that beautiful charm
Spell the buds
Bloom the rose
Open her doors
Drought her nectars
With that seductive sip

Footprint: FrancisOcran

This thought I'm drain
Something I'm mustn't slain
That fire in each home
Lights up folks darkness.
At each count
I discover undoubtedly 
That I foot many times
Into many chamber of hearts.
Leaving footprints of memories,
The other and pleasant
In all I do
Watch I'm must
My foot prints.

Beautiful Real : Francisocran poems

Roses embed love

Brewed in proudly scented buds

Breeding a lot of 'forget me nots'

In every know shapes

Clothed in many colors,

Dwell my bosom upon

Let’s cling those soft palms

And that starving lips

Let’s dream forever

We are great together.

STUCK : francisocran

Each day as I slumber

I dream you led me

Along a dusty footpath

Leading to somewhere nowhere

Where only the instincts can see

And as I get awoken by time

The mind becomes unrest in pieces

Wallowing in many parts

Crouching at many doors

Standing in my fate

As tall as black trolls

But each leads nowhere

Just stuck sculpture stump.

QUILL ;francisthepoet.

I feel like scribing

My quill oozing bloodily

The parchment drinking my mind

Into his empty belly

I wish it lives on

I want to make it clear

To the ear that can hear

Assemble under the odum tree

Let me vomit the choke

That’s eats up the throat

I want to be free

I want to exist without fear

And quench all oppressors

With the pride of myself

I won’t hide my zeal

If you still trembling

To voice out and stand out

My quill has got all

Garment In The Dust: francisthepoet

pauper puffy sniffy stinky
Dirty dusty browny tattered garment
Contour  of ribs drawn snaky
Visibly and countably undoubtedly
Telling tales of myth
Tales of fate or faith
Dwelling under holey rusty leaking
roof
Headlong wandering when cloudy.

Therapist: francisocran

Mesmerized in her gaze

Glaringly stunned and giantly meek within.

When am unrest and other half boils in fructuring mind.

I approach her presence

And finds her sitting still till 

Years ago but never bored, 

Epitome of precious peace,

Looking wonderfully genuine.

I lie in her bossom and wonders her chest of courage.

Its green, violet ,indigo- all colours

Roses there,emerald here

High and low proudly optimistic

And all blosomsly transcending equilibrium.

Her massage is of the ancient

Warm and me like quartz

Her smell sooths the mind

Her words and actions few

Always silent but sings lullaby loudly silence.

Her impact is beyond measures

Healing my doubtful sapien

And moulding me into ripples of peace.

Bringing good tidings to the shore.

Therapy is her nature

And nature is her.

Many : francisthepoet

Many people know how to sing
That have got the voice
But don't know how to gather the traces and sail their goal.

Many people want to break through their limits
Soar and ascend high above
But the zeal is quenched, darkened and frozened
Shivering to temper their journey.

Desperate: francisthepoet

Men are always unsatisfied
Craving for everything 
Through every means
And through every ways
When we aren't getting what we want.
We become uncormfortable
We become desperate in everything
Desperate for wealth
Desperate for child
Desperate for marriage
Desperate for power and position
Desperate in our education
Desperate  to win
Desperate for our selfish interests
Desperate for things that will not last
Desperate! Desperate in everything.
We crave them at all cost
Not counting the end 

Busumuru Kofi : francisthepoet.

Oh black entity why?
Your presence rains sorrow
Your smile wrinkled our souls.
Shivering our heart with terror
And down within us we grief.
Why did you visit the great iroko
At the time that he is fruitful?
You despised her water
And rejected his kola 
Your handshake smite his root
Leaving him with no breathe.
Birds has to flock away
Men has to flee away
And boom! What a giant fall.
Our shelter is been ambushed
Hmmm! Black entity
You never considered his work you black entity.

The Price: francisthepoet.

Am now scorned
Desert womb
Barren for years
In-laws nagging
Turbulating my peace
Hope I loss not
I keep staring at the cross
There my focus dwells
Pressing for the price

War within: francisthepoet

Quietly dumb masticating
About what all within me
Which makes me strong
Or which makes me weak
Which brings smiles and pain
Lessons and mistakes
I assembled all my members
Every department of myself
And sat within my heart
For trail of all my steps