Poetry

By

Ajise Vincent

CONFESSIONS OF AN ADULTERER  I

Forgive me father for I have erred

through the grace of your trust,

desiring the zest of pleasure

to douse my hedonic appetite.

Today, the frame of a ripen belle

Tore my stiff faith,

spuring my hormonal desires

to the altitude of lust.

Massaging the smooth of her hair.

Their little strands sparkling,

Propelled my trouser snake

to wax in a powerful rage.

Instantly she soared in solitude,

Battling me in conscience ashamed.

Alas! eterne brime stones of hades calling.

I’m a sinner in deeds indeed.

Filthy, smutty, casanova.

Am dead to what is right.

Forgive, hell I don’t want to tread.

I ask you give me

So I can have hegemony

over the devil sugary tempts.

I’M ME III

I wish I was Mozart,

Playing the piano with great tart

Cum coordinating an orchestra of the art

Till my name is heard in all path.

Can I not be an activist?

Blaring my voice like a moralist,

Fighting for the weak and least,

Until our leaders hear my says in the east.

What of a regal dame?

Who hombres spur her emotional frame

With sweet words of tame

Just to propel their virile fame.

Could I not be English?

Or even Polish,

Intonating words of argo that’s rich

Like a grammarian. I wish.

But lo! I am just Vincent

The to be acclaimed saint

Though I have no cent

I’m still a lovely gent.

Ajise Vincent

Ajise Vincent is a Nigerian Poet. His poem “Song of a Progeny” was a shortlisted poem at the Korea-Nigeria poetry fest, 2015. His works have been published in London grip magazine, Kalahari Review, Sakonfa literary magazine, AfricanWriter, indian periodical, Social Justice poetry, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Afrikana ng, Poetry Pacific, The Poet Community, Whispers, Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts. Commonline Journal, Novel Afrique, Black Boy Review, Tuck Magazine and various literary outlets. He is currently completing a Major in Economics at University.