I was born in Madrid, Spain. My family migrated back to Nigeria when I was about 3 years old. Today I live in Madison, WI.
I love poetry. I love the 'Arts'...Art is all around us.
I am not the Soccer Star David Beckham; but I do play and coach soccer as well.
I just turned 33 in July. That is how old Jesus was when he died.
I am happy to be alive and happy to have you stop by and read my poems.
I often try to take a traditional poem and give it my own touch. I make it mine. My talent is my words, my emotions come forth as my vision does in my works and in my words. At least I try.
My poem might not be Shakespearean, I don't expect it to. There can only be one William. But, I try hard to do works that will make William proud.
I have this practice that I have always followed. That is, 'Do your works' it might not be the best, but will be considered as 'One of the greatest of all time'
My unique vision I humbly share.
If you enjoy them, please leave me a comment, else if you see ways that I can improve or make it better, leave me a comment as well.
Cheers.
The man behind the dark glasses
Motionless in bed like a flag with no wind
Expressionless in bed like a still lake with no ripples
The race against death, lost
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Ophelia
Down in the burrow; my heart, Ophelia
She came at my weakest and cursed my heart to dream of her
Her oils, flame my love so that
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Laying on God’s green earth and staring at the far away sky blue
Then came the thought of a man I knew dressed in blue
But he quickly hauled me away with a gun in his hand and we sailed to some faraway place
Not that this was a dungeon where Hannibal Lecter* lived, indeed it was no such strange place
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