David is an Entrepreneur, Author, Youth Counselor, Therapist, Poet, Life Coach, Social Critics, and Founder/CEO of Gr8 Myndz Associate, a Business Development/ Consultancy, Marketing and Career Training Outfit, which specializes in the training of young leaders of the 21st century.
He was born to the family of Mr. B. Odafe an Educationist with the Delta State government and Mrs. R. ... more »
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</>(This poem was Inspired by the 23rd psalm 'n' the poem Invictus written by William Ernest Henley (1849–1903) Sore as hell’s depth away from Mercy’s Coast, The thick clouds of shadows that embraced my Bole.
Memories Of You
I wandered down the woods again And thru' the thicken'd forest saw, Your face engraved behind each woodland flower, Lighting the trees with y'ur magic power.
Her eyes glows with venom, When she winks its death. With a tongue coated with poison, Her lips paralyzes like a viper's kiss.
The Sparkle In Your Eyes
I looked out my window at the silvery moon, Somewhere in its rays, I saw your image. Painted by the starry glow of the night sky, Illuminating the shady curtains with the sparkle in your eyes
We all alike, Crave for a nest to rest, A place we could, Cease to toil,
We laid together skin to skin entwined in fierce passion. Heart to heart, head to head, eye to eye in ecstatic dight. Our lips lock’d In a wet kiss, my will to her cession. Driven to yonder height,
'Cos You’re Gone
I feel like a song without the words. A bird without its wings. A man without his soul. A heart without a home.
We meet people each day. Some just cleave to us never going away, Some just impress us we pray they stay Always and forever till our hair is grey.
My life is an endless melody, Above life's' every boundaries. I hear it jingle, the distant echoes of elation That hails my golden spring.
A Hunted Hunter
Like my forebear, a hunter I am. Skillfully, I hunt'd on life's every field. With my horde I ran life's race, Chased anything that cross'd my path.
One Step At A time
Each day I live as if my last To give the world the best of me I seize every moment to make a blast Exploit every opportunity a step at a time
I said I'm gonna leave him, He said don’t leave me. I told him my mind is made up, He said he don’t wanna break up.
If I Were An Artist
I’d paint your visage in the sky, Carve your sculpture on the mountains, So the world without doubt could behold How beautiful you are,
Pieces Of Heart
She was the light in my darkest night My spur to highest height My dreams she did revive That the heavens I did dive
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</>(This poem was Inspired by the 23rd psalm 'n' the poem Invictus written by William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)
Sore as hell’s depth away from Mercy’s Coast,
The thick clouds of shadows that embraced my Bole.
Through the fierce winds that did me Howl,
I adulate the heavenly Host.
For my undaunted Spirit.
Tore by Situation’s claws Bits by Bit
Tossed by the hurricane of Fate,
My faith falter not nor Quit.
Dealt the violent bout of Bate,
I remain bloodied but unbowed.
Though I sail thru’ Scylla’s Shore
Encompassed by the insidious ...