Submitted on July 7th; unknown Nairaland handle


No 1

............ Life or Death..............

Steepy hills,rigmarolic pathways.
A rude defiance to the veteran wayfarer.
A mystery to the Sages.
Who have taken wisdom like the pinch of salt.
With no agony, sigh or throatedness of groan.

I see wide terrains dive into the yellow horizon.
A smile of pride surrounds my lips.
I chew my frailty and my fears.
I stabbed my worst fears at his back.
I see not blood.
I hear no moan.
I see no result.
I saw death mocking me in a sarcastic baritone.
What is life?
Is it not death itself?
For why you think you are alive.
You answer questions made exclusive to the citizens of the Grave.
The worst pains seep in through the noble pores of your skin.
Like the black earth shrouds the so called death.
Where light is dark.
And laughter is ululation.
So tell me,when is man truly alive or dead?

Submitted on July 15th; unknown Nairaland handle


No 2

Treasures Of Beauty And Character


Seven seasons had gone by, gone with her night dreams,

Wishes of a single mother in fight for success not ice creams,

Men have come for shelter, many have come to pet her,

A woman so resolute, giving in to no man’s offer.



On a lonely journey she had set upon seven seasons ago,

son to care for, men to run from; not even their ego,

Busy and choosy, waiting for her prince to emerge,

God of the sky has a place for her to find him even at large.



He who shall find you a princess has found a treasure,

God has blessed the face that shall kiss the lips for sure,

The soft skin and wet body of a beautiful lady all abundant,

They lay fallow for seven seasons and blessed is he that shall plant.



Who can find a woman so resolute even in pain and suffering?

Faced with a word living so fast on shamelessness and fake offering,

A son to make into a man and herself to hide from vanity and lust,

Seven seasons without handle makes the breasts want to burst.

Self control, prayers to Christ in God- her watch word,

Not a man, not a woman can change her faith and not in this world,



Blessed is the day you were born o’ beautiful woman of virtue,

Honoured is he who shall make you feel like a woman when in romantic adventure,

Beautiful eyes, kissable lips all made into a colourful skin.

What else can a prince desire in a princess for his wonder land I’m asking?



Blessed are you O’lady of beauty waiting and praying,

Let your tears bring smiles, for you have found your prince charming.

You have been denied of a romantic touch and sexual healing for seven seasons,

Rejoice O’lady of beauty, your heart desire has been granted for good reasons.

From She-blayze; Submitted July 23rd


No 3


Lost Paternity (Betrayal)

She's mine
So tender, so fine
We smile
Bright weathers, shy eyes

I cry tears
I have fears
She yells
Like my friend's babygirl

Yet I pretend
My peers do not relent
They drag me out to bartend
Enough beers in our tent

The music is loud
2face on a ballad
Realisation strikes hard
My friend-he had used his device on Sarah

My eyes are bloodshot red
My vision is cleared
I see more than I ever heard
Hatred fills my head

Bastard! He used her!!
He slept with her
While I tended mother
He tempted Sarah

I rushed to mother's hut
He rushed to my hut
I returned, she was hurt
My friend-he blamed it on the cult

She could not report him
I cannot forgive him
Sarah my (lost) Pride
My naïve bride

The Dibia casts his stones
He looks stoned
The infant is "His"
Not yours!

Submitted on July 24th; unknown Nairaland handle


No 4


Moment Of Love

The moment comes when you dream for love,
The moment when the present calls the future to fulfilment;
The moment when the future draws nearer.

The moment when love seeks companion,
The moment when you are ready to love;
The moment when life calls for love.

The moment when someone out there seeks your love,
The moment when someone awaits your appearance;
The moment when someone designed for you calls for your love.

The moment when you believe to find your missing rib,
The moment when you wait and feel love ahead;
The moment when you find that missing part of you that makes you complete.

.............Beware...........,
many will come in disguise to love;
.............But....................,
be not deceived by multitude of flatteries;
wait for the moment of love.

The moment when past is revealed before relationship,
The moment when nothing is hidden in a relationship;
The moment when you still love each other despite past lives;
With the knowledge that life is surrounded by past adventures.

Trust in the moment of love,
Hope in the call of the future; and
Believe in the one destined for you.

Someone who will never wish to see you in tears, or
bear to see you travail in pains and sorrow.
Someone who will understand every path you tread.
Someone you know not but believe is out there waiting for you; and
longing for your love.

Someone who awaits you just as you await him/her,
Each step taken brings that someone closer to you.

Someone who believes in integrity and honour of the body, not
defilement of the body before marriage.
Someone who believes in relationship to marriage,
someone who believes in the law of marriage,
......the law which states that.....
Marriage is honourable in all,
above all in a bed undefiled.

Someone who seeks to live for love to marriage,
when the appointed time comes;
Someone who believe that destiny will bring you both together,
when ready to meet each other.
Someone you believe can feel your heartbeat as you can feel their's.

Someone whose part of, you are and your part they are.
Someone who comes to take away the pains and memories of wrong relationships and past lives.
Someone whose heart seeks to build your's,
Someone whose character and charisma seeks your integrity and dignity.

....Before the moment of love....
Strive to make full proof of life ambitions,
Seek self asset not self liability;
Determine to accomplish your vision for life's mission with passion.
Then seek the moment of love and relationship.
Let character and charisma build your honour and dignity.

Believe in the moment of love that moment of fulfilment.
The moment when you are sort after for your virtuous character.

No. 5

CRY ME A RIVER

Cry me a river,
Wail like Oliver,
On your knees do beg for more.
It would be better this time for sure,
So she says,
And weeping, on the floor she stays,
Begging for one more chance,
To correct her mistakes in our dance.


Cry me a river,
And act like a diva.
Speak to my heart that has closed its gate,
And do pretend that it's not too late.
Narrate the lovely times we never had,
And don't remember ever making me sad.
Caress lovingly my heart you crushed...
Seek to satisfy my plea you hushed.


Cry me a river,
Please add a shiver.
Tell me how I mean the world to you...
How you affection for me has remained true.
She says she cannot live without me,
That the spark in my eyes she longs to see.
Same eyes she stared out in the cold,
When she left me with pains untold.


Cry me a river,
Do feign a fever,
Tell me how regret fill your heart,
How you wish we never did part.
Put the blame on imperfection,
For its tongue can raise no objection,
Or still yet, on nature,
And paint yourself a harmless creature.


Cry me a river,
And work like a beaver.
She says she'd never rest,
Until she gets back her very best,
That she'd do anything to open that door,
And pick my heart's pieces from the floor.
That she'd do anything to erase
Memories of the dark painful days.


Cry me a river
She's turned a believer!
Now she remembers God is love,
And that the quality comes from above,
She says forgiveness is divine...
That she'd forever cherish mine.
Don't forget to cry out your eyes...
I might just be moved to believe your lies.

No 6.

On God And Evil

Why talk about evil, and ignore all good,
As basis all evil, proves God isn't there,
The suffering of man, shows God doesn't care,
The triumphs of man, despite fangs Nature bare

Why talk of good, like sex like music,
Then think it evil, like rape bad music,
We play the judge, of things we see,
And of all matter, we let it be,

Why talk of God, given evil isn't real,
Yet of wicked men, in history their seal,
Of a certain doom, we allow Nature's gloom,
For wicked men unlucky, lock in a room

What is in man, seeing good and evil,
No mass in either, yet in much matter,
Some say He nurtures, to some He tortures,
For in all humans, good bad find juncture

C'est finis,
Uyi Iredia.

Context: To lay bare the argument against God from evil. I would love to say more but wouldn't save this. Read Prov 18:17, therein lies my thoughts while writing this poem.

P.S: Edited for an error in the 4th line of the 1st verse.

THE BATTLE WILL OF ASHES

No 7

Return my ashes home,but first take me to my father's compound where my bravery was formed.
For this is it,I was born for this papa,Isn't this ashes of mine beautiful mama?
Let every one know I am back home again sister,and brother fight no bullies in my sake no more
Take me down the street in mama's finest pot,and to the town's square where I use to fight and play
Ricky is my friend,why don't you let him have some ashes,Let him show it to the downtown gang am still around
Paint the town in my ashes and tell my girl Bisi not to wash it with her tears.
You can blow me into the air as well,but warn the breeze of life never to take me out of the land again.

POEM BY
K.M OLAWALE (AMISKURIE)

No 8


"That which cometh out of the man, that defileth the man. For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders, thefts, covetousness, wickedness, deceit, lasciviousness, an evil eye, blasphemy, pride, foolishness: All these evil things come from within, and defile the man. " (Mark 7:20-23)


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Visual Cues,
In every Colour,
And Every Hue,
Seem insufficient,
To Serve as Clues,
Of the Awful truths,
I bring to You.

I need a Muse,
For every word I speak,
Has already been Used,
And Abused,
Like I am,
Recycled and Reused.

Treated like Refuse,
By People who Refuse,
To extinguish their Hot Tempers,
Lit by a Short fuse,
Tendering Excuse after Excuse,
And Denying the Fact...
That They and I are Fused.

I am not a Recluse,
I Live in Their hearts,
And in their blood I cruise,
I am all that is Obtuse,
I am in every punch and kick,
I am in every bullet hole and every bruise.

I am the Violence in the News,
I am every evil choice...that You will ever choose,
I am the morality battle You forever lose,
Forever bound to me and never loose,
The 'Wes',The 'Thems',The 'Theys', The 'Yous'

I am the Evil that Your Kind Do,
I am the Devil....I Live in You!
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No 9
War of the Dead.

In bygone times and warmer climes
You marionettes played
Now, restless and silent in a box
Your scattered limbs are splayed
Come, feel the tug of dancing strings
Your soul responds on shivering wings
The master puppeteer now sings
Rise from where you are laid

The master calls you from the dark
Your bones respond in haste
Come, act the part of living souls
Their glory once more taste
Connect again with warmer days
Hearken to your former ways
Out of that darkness, you will rise
From your place of waste!

Now dance you spirits gone before
The surging blood of old
You sundered souls from times of yore
Play at a life once bold

The master heaves on strings of woe
Torn from the dark, your bones must go
To act once more that all may know

The master's tale is told
This war is only for the bold
It is time for the war of the dead.



Subject; my imagination of a troubled time,when d dead are sent by a powerful dark force to wage war against the living. Pardon my dark/sinister imagination.

NO 10
MY LAST TEENAGE YEAR

Nineteen years has been Spent on Planet Earth
I can't even Taste that Yammy milk of my her Breast
Where's that sweet voice who always sing sweet melody to my hear
It has been lull time since I feel that kiss on my head

How I wish I go Back through the time
Crawling in that little Bed of mine
Should I cried abit maybe she can carry on her chest all Night

Thousands of toys keep my company no more
I have grown tired of playing Nintendo and Xbox
Christmas is fast approaching
When Winter comes
I will be Teenager No more..

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[size=16pt]My word

something I made

it pierces like a knight's sword

and is as sharp as a whetted blade

it stings like a cobra's fang

and though as brittle as chinaware

it's strong enough to make you pang

just like a baby in mama's care

it's something you should rather fear

for it knows not whether you're near

or cares not whether you're dear

it's something you shouldn't even hear.[/size]

Number 13

WHAT IS LIFE?

To the rich; it is an avalanche of merriment.
Of a big barn, a large cellar, massive chariots, a large safe and a big harem.
To the newly wed; it’s a century of bliss in each others` arms and enthusiasm for tomorrow and all that it holds.
But to the sick, its` a festival of bad health.
Of aching backs and excruciating pains.
Of hopelessness, and of the desire for euthanasia.

To the heart-broken its` a season of torment, of oblivious whirling of the winds of time.
Of endless hope against hope of her lovers` return.
And a burning desire to taste of Socrates` hemlock.
And to the debtor it is a morbid fear of tomorrow; Cowed by every footstep or shadow at his doorstep, lest it be that of his creditor.

To the labourer toiling day and night in anticipation of harvest, it is a hard smile at the thought of payday as he gropes in the pains of his sweat.
To the poor, its` the lowest ebb of dignity, a life sentence of penury, and decade scores of indigence, hunger and bad taste.

To the dead, its` a permanent and happy rest from the long and torturous walk on the bye-ways and highways of life.
And from the perpetual tossing by the see-saw of life.
But to Mother Nature, it’s a wonderful rendition of Gods` artistry and invincibility.
And an eternal exhibition of his superior craftsmanship.

And what is life to me? Hmm...what is life to me? What is life to me?
For me it’s` a canvas with which to make the most of a borrowed entity.
And afterwards return it to the supreme creditor.

NUMBER 15

BEEN BITTEN BITTER

Like an abrasion
You came
And left and us with confusion,
Puzzle to great men you made
Who claim to war ailment,
Thus to their detriment.
Man you maimed
Woman you cot-laid,
When they were so naive
Oh, there you were so active.
The young lad is worrying
Is this a victory song from a warrior?
Listen again..., just a clarion call,
In this time of fall.

You came HIV,
With the whip
And made man weep.
Man saw thee
But couldn't conquer thee.
Beard brothers you made silent
Struggling with cures per resilient.
And what great news
Do you produce?
Lives you have stolen
Wives you have beaten
Husbands you have eaten
Children you have stricken;
All to their timely torture,
You brag.
But I laugh,
All to their untimely torture
I say.

Oh! Shall this great god
Or daredevil
Vacate to the bin?
Or shall this be,
Of all infinity the beginning of our end?
Only time and tide will tell.
But for the now,
We so know,
That we have been bitten bitter.

The burning of auchindoun.



Our love is true
Our love is like scientific proof..a fact
Unbelievable,yet we live it
And the day you shall break my heart:
Love will curse
Hate shall bless
Fire will melt
And ice shall burn
And the moon,burn with fury
Jupiter and Mercury shall collide
And mars will disappear
Justice abandoned
For hell hath no fury in the face of a broken heart
seeking to quell its anguish
The heavens will shed rain tears and scream in
agony with thunder claps
The wind shall sing its pain
And the stars will twinkle no more
Even as I think of it happening
The earth trembles with fearful pain
And dark clouds overshadow the sun..
..And when all these pass,the soul of auchindoun
shall burn and his essence,dry up for the substance
that greased his soul and spirit will be no more...
That substances is you....


Williams ella.

NUMBER 16

NUMBER 17

THE OLD BOOK

The old book lies on top of the bookshelf,
So many secrets it holds left for dead,
Countless people walk in and out every day
So many give it half a glance and then stray
Pick me up! Please pick me up!
I'm covered by dust and rot
My hinges with rust and worms,
Someone put me in your arms, read me
That’s what I was made for, that’s where I belong
Maybe that gentleman or that girl,
Will give into curiosity and free me from this hell
Maybe her, maybe him, maybe tomorrow
Maybe next week, maybe in a month
Maybe never at all, maybe never at all.

Number 18
FATHER-LESS


Shame on You, Father,
Your gray hairs, your wrinkled face;
I hope your end is near and be damned along with your dying race;
I wished you never existed, bred nor grew,
And  I'm sorry I followed a cause– the one you never knew.

Shame on you!
With these blood sweats I will fight your kinds:
Oh! Injured dreams and bleeding nightmares, rise up you children - the defeated minds;
Let your soul be one; - bonded and forged in God's abdomen;
And united like broomstick – tamed like conformed men and women.

Shame on you, Father!
This victorious sword – pierced cold-hearted rocks,
Prepare to fall to me on the sacred alter of war, death! – hope you heard the hard knocks?
Silence! You poverty strickened beast,
Your doom ends here in the east!

Tim Paker


ousting out corruption and its vices

No 19:::SCREAMING SILENCE: DONT LET ME GO...


The tears came trickling down my cheek,my fears kept slowing my heart beat,i heard the footsteps come up the stairs,i brazed myself and wiped my tears,i walked past them slowly,i saw their eyes judge me like they themselves were holy,YES! I had killed him took hes life from him,not for the fun or hes money but for the pain he brought upon me,he had taken away all i had held dear, just to satisfy hes want for a male heir he thought i might bear,some wailed,some screamed i never cared,for my mind my soul would forever be lost here,i once loved,i once hoped,i once dreamed,but all died,yes they did when he made me hes bride,and all my pride died inside the day a man i once called 'baba' decided to choose and take me for a wife,i a little child not set to face life,not as wife not to talk of a mother,but i had no choice,i had no voice,no one dare judge me for you made me what i am now when you sat and deliberated,you won and celebrated, your victory was my loss,my pain your gain,but i promised you would pay,you made me who i am,for i was just a child you took my innocence and made me a murderer at thirteen.

No.20. Africa Mend Thy Ways
Blessed with may riches,
strong warriors and gallant ment
Why the killing of your son?

Africa the light again we must see
Mighty Mens again will rule
As the whole world wait to see your will
Behind all,your greed to rule again
With unhealthy power tussle

How long will you last?
Many able leaders you swallow
As if your rapture is near seperated from other world
With graduate seeking job from uneducated
Mend thy ways

Rivalry exist in all our nations;
Power tussle occur void of blood-bath
How long will you remain uncivilized!

Africa my home
Home of my ancestors!
Cherish and guide your sons
They are the assets to bring you glory so,
MEND THY WAYS!!!

21.

peace is your name
peace is all we want
peace in nigeria
peace in our states
peace in every nooks n crannies of Nigeria
peace in the northern
peace in the south
peace in the west
peace in the east
peace at the confluence of river niger and river benue


All we need is Peace
All we ask is Peace
All we want is peace
All we crave is Peace
All we miss is Peace
All we lack is Peace


peace be our counselor
peace be our chairman
peace be our house of assembly
peace be our house of representative
peace be our governor
peace be our senator
peace be our ambassador
peace be our president
peace be our people



Peace is what Nigeria needs fast
peace is a most wanted in Nigeria
peace is wanted at all cost in Nigeria
Peace is required most in Nigeria


Peace can't come by waging wars
Peace is born through great efforts
Peace can dwell when love prevails
Peace is the driving force
Peace must last forever
peace must Keep d nigerians love life firstly



Peace is the priceless wealth much sought
Peace must start from homes
peace must be preached in churches
peace must be preached in d mosque
peace must be taught at school
peace must be discussed among our peers
Peace must spread through all nations
peace must fill heart and mind of Nigerians
peace must b planted deep rooted in the heart of all Nigerians

Peace is one that brings progress
peace is the only resources we need
peace is the one that make two good head better than one
Peace can bridge differences
Peace is made by dialogues
Peace is the key to world's bilateral relationship
peace is the key to nigeria's happiness
peace will bring back the labor of our hero's past


peace "o" peace
peace never forsake us
peace we can't afford 2 miss u
peace we can't bear d pain of losing u
peace we can't spend a day without you
peace we can't spend a night without you
peace only u i rep.




dedicated to the 160,000,000 nigerians

NUMBER 22
<<<Olympics of Life>>>
People say Olympics is not to win
But to participate
Burning dreams of a decades of years
Brought to be tested on the pitch
Like a raw gold in the fury of the Smith's flare
Left and right are our thousands spectators
A cacophony of cheers and boos
Indinstinguishable from the other
Just for this mystic medal do I deafen my ears to the mockery I hear
For to reach the finishing line, proud
Is not as hard as realising the vanity of man's aspiration
We travel several leagues from our continent
To manifest our innate gifts on this strange pitch
Garnering these shiny metals
The enthusianism of our muscles
Impel us to make our Fatherland proud
Ready to yield the investments on us
The daily milk diet
And the flattering words that leak from the corners of the coach's mouths.
I shall deliver the dead blow
When with a large pace
I win this race
Ovation or shame shall greet my exit
From this strange pitch
When my clan covers my skin with the soil
A signal of my exit from this strange land
But I do not wish to go back
Even if my people want me back.
After four years.