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Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by 1miccza: 2:11pm On Aug 02, 2013 |
THE SONG OF THE BEAVER A Beaver once said to the Weaver, "You are my friend", Till the world ends, When bombs shell, And the rains end, When swords in stealth still fall, And death never ends, You are my friend... How can? When you do not know who I am? When helter skelter I ran, But you do not ask, When down my cheeks, Fell tear drops, In tracks so hot, And you do not ask, When behind me you went, And yet looked so innocent, When deceit created a hedge, And lies became a fence, All around you it went, And you showed no care, Yet you are my friend!!, What a friend!!! 8 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by chistar01(m): 7:04pm On Aug 02, 2013 |
NUMBER 25 IT ALL OUR FAULT Who shall we blame? For a country that is filled with so much pain, Should we blame the leaders for having no shame or the people who elect them again and again. Who shall we blame? For a lover's broken heart, are boys truly all the same or don't the girls play thier part. Who shall we blame? When a culprit is sentenced to death, do we blame him for having no positive aim or the bad economy, for being in debt. Who shall we blame? When all our love ones have been hurt, by friends and foes who now act the same if there is no one to blame, then I guess its all our fault. 14 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by russigin(m): 9:34pm On Aug 02, 2013 |
NUMBER 26 WORDS SO FEW Words so few, thoughts so many, My love is worth more than a penny. My heart tells me we might not stand the test of time, I have the premonition that our love might end up as sour as lime. It ushers in untold fear, With strange pain I cant bear. From the day I waved, I knew a vacuum had been paved. I look forward to the day our conversation would last, Whenever you dont call, I feel downcast. They say there is someone in a relationship who loves more, How I wish it wasnt me. You would score an A in my fictional checklist, Cos you’ve got everything I want to live forever with. Self confidence might not be my strongest point, Neither would oration be my onion. I might be good at nothing, But you are assured of something. I am perfect at loving you, That I would always do for you. Deceive me not if you dont love me, I would rather remain neglected than betrayed. I miss you with every beat of my heart, no doubt, You are the only one whom I can think about. My hands hold each other as it cant hold yours, It yearns for only your warm touch. My heart beats faster wishing you were here, Giving me the feel of joy, love and care. My mind settles not but thinks about you, I wanna talk with you cos our talks are overdue. My lips are faltering and calling your name, But your absence is causing so much pain. You are the only one who makes me think, I even see your face when I blink. I really dont know why am acting like this, All I know is that its you I miss. I believe that we would be together sooner or later, How I hope that time and day would pass faster. So that I would be with you and hug you tight, And never let go of you with all my might. Forever wont be enough to write how I feel, Cos words will be few but thoughts would be so many. 11 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by scorpidmo(m): 9:56pm On Aug 02, 2013 |
Number 27 PAIN Hatred is all I feel when I get a glimpse of it. It matters not in what form My heart darkened by anger Frustration of being able to see It’s a curse It has to be My mind being able to imagine… SHAPES, WORDS, IMAGES ……………………. Listen he says But I cant: VOICES… WHISPERS… SCREAMS… Pain pain pain It hurts so much IT HURTS My beautiful fingers Her skin; how I loved touching it Rubbing those curls Gazing into those brown eyes Seeing passion, content Now all I see is pity, regret Two new moons All it has been ……………….. There is no gain without pain Albert says Albert… A friend for the end of the world The end of this world My world I see it now; nirvana She’s all yours I have this My love Now and forever… art. 6 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by Liluche: 9:58pm On Aug 02, 2013 |
NUMBER 28 FAREWELL The hardest part of any friendship is when it's time to say goodbye. We find it difficult to realise that the end has drawn nigh. As much as we would like things to remain the same, We just gotta return to where we came. There might be many tools with which we can communicate, None can ever be compared to the passion ur presence precipitates. Though its been a short while, I've never met a friend more worthwhile. You treated me like ur family, That i never realised you would leave eventually. You helped me laugh,you dried my tears, B'cos of you, i have no tears. Even though you are not by my side anymore, Memories about you would continue to stay in my heart evermore. When we were together or now we are apart, You are first in my thoughts and my heart. I'm letting you know with this little rhyme, What we have together would never be as sour as lime. We meet to part and we part to meet. 8 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by Shugamania(f): 11:43pm On Aug 02, 2013 |
No 29. WHY? Why is this heart heavy? Why do i cry so? Why do i feel pained? Why cant i let go? Why cant i just forget? Why wont this pain go? Why cant i just smile? Why do these tears flow? Why does the sun shine? This bright, vibrant gold? Why cant it be gloomy? Mirror this soul's cold? Why do i feel so numb? Where did the warmth go? Why this constant frown? I miss that smile so. Why do i feel ur presence and reach out, heart soared? Why do i wake up then heart pounding, all soaked? Why do i cry in the rain, When no one can tell? Why do i play brave and smile and pretend? Why do i have just pictures and memories and thoughts? Why cant we create new ones and frame them with love? Why cant i see u? Why wont u come back? Why cant i embrace u? Why make me yearn so? Why go on that journey? Why leave without me? Why make me miss you so? Why didnt you just stay? 10 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by Tosdam(m): 12:55pm On Aug 03, 2013 |
[b][/b][color=#990000][/color] NO 30 THE FORTUNE TELLER I had known my future, Not through the fortune teller, Through the vision of hard work and prayer, My yesterday is dim, Today is showy, Definitely my tomorrow will be splendid. Who is a fortune teller to say my destiny? Who had empowered the fortune teller? To cast my destiny with cowries, My destiny is myself,myself is destiny. You are a palmist of lies, If you had seen my destiny, why not know your. A fortune-guesser you are indeed. My destiny is myself,myself is my destiny. Fortune teller you see nothing, But you form something. You say the fisherman shall be impecunious, fortunately he had become affluence as a fisherman. Through word the world is generated, Everything that comes through words the saint says is good, But yours is destructive. Soothsayer of deceit, Remember you forecast declivity to the alien, Now they are better than you. Forecaster of evil Making silver paper through cowries of lies, Throw your cowries and tell me the country's future, Your result is nothing than maybe. Your libation is to cajole, If the creator says yes, who are you to say no? Author by: Tosin damilare Iyiola(tosdam). 4 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by Nobody: 1:04pm On Aug 03, 2013 |
No 31 CHRONICLES OF MY LOVE STORY I was blown by a strange wind It was so gentle and kind The wind came in the form of a woman Beautiful enough to enchant any human I got carried away and caught up by a feeling A feeling that made my life worth living So I begged for her to stay And let my love have its way She opened up her heart And pleaded with me never to depart Our love story was as magical as a fairy tale Sensational enough to believe it can never fail As we turned to the next page We sat and watched our love age After a dual chapter Things did not go well thereafter .................. Along the line I saw an ethereal figure beckon I was lead by my subconscious not thinking for a second Her beauty was completely indescribable With eyez so alluring and remarkable I got bounded by her love spell And locked up in her love cell Countlessly pondering if this was love or infatuation If I was ever blown by a strange wind or just my imagination My strange wind became once upon a time As my new love blossomed and stood the test of time We shared moments of Joy, laughter and hopes for the future Leaving my strange wind in torment and self torture I was not spared by a visit from karma Which marked the beginning of a life of misery with lots of drama For now she drifts into the arms of another Here I am dancing to the tune I created for my ex-lover ..................... Just when I thought it was all over When I thought I'd live my life being sober My frozen heart thawed & palpitated in its icebox So my emotions geared up and watched closely like a fox Her love came like a weapon Fully loaded and airborne It machine-gunned my defences And made me lose total control of my senses As I walked thro' the corridors & corners of her heart I watched the walls of my worries & loneliness fall apart Her love overwhelmed me and cascaded down like a waterfall And left me wondering how I could be so loved inspite of my imperfections & shortfall Her beauty was magnificent enough to let anyone marvel Our heart became so connected & matched like a jigsaw puzzle Just like an exotic vintage wine Out love got better with time 9 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by ayd91(m): 9:13am On Aug 04, 2013 |
No. 32 The Feeling Game: the hate we call love My tears is as water, water to your tasty soul. My words are as dust, dust to an Eskimo, It holds no meaning to you. To you my smile is as fire works in a graveyard, idle and wasted. Daily I yearn for you, wondering if you'd ever look, look and see, see the fire that burns in me, the fire that burns for you, but as stars to a drowning man, you pay no attention. Your disappointments get me weaker, my pains offer you eternal pleasure, so you bask in the river of pain you cause me. To you I offer this, to fill your unending hunger. A message from one with a heart that aches, to another with a heart that's dead, I hope this brings you pleasure. 5 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by newacca: 1:08pm On Aug 04, 2013 |
#: 33 AFRICAN MARKET SCENE Faintly, words are heard from myself Clearly, I heard echoes from the chef Whistles continue to bubble Beggars continue to hustle Butchers warn with strikes of matchet Pick-pockets hustle at the mid-market People make echoes from afar:Thief!Thief!! A teenager exchanged his soul for mischief I moved to the centre of the market I need some used cloths and blanket Railway is the conducive place for trade The transportation system is betrayed Blast from the train's horn makes them flee Hoot of cars and commercial buses is free I bet it, you get all that you desire Fresh fruits to woman brassiere If you have the gut,follow me to the dark stall A place you can shop for human bone to skull Mind you, the African market has lot to offer You get all valuable treasures without suffer Beads, pearls are unlimited and countless Buy masks, ancestral figures and pay less White-men came to the local "Adire" cloth market I laughed, because they threw away their jacket I took my sketchpad and pencil to draw the market square I will keep my memoir even when I get to trafagal square © Abiodun A. A 4 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by lifestyle1(m): 4:45pm On Aug 05, 2013 |
#34 DINNER FOR BEAKFAST My soul is empty for stuff! My flesh is demanding for stuff! My system is hungry and tasty for stuff! Give me my stuff let me have for breakfast. But your stuff is for dinner not breakfast! Why do you decide to demand your dinner for breakfast? You promised never to have your dinner for breakfast! Why the sudden change of mind? Why? Yes! I promised never to have my dinner for breakfast, But I’m afraid to lose my dinner to demons! I’m afraid for there are too many hungry demons Looking for stuff devour! I can’t afford to lose my dinner to demons, For I may die of hunger before dawn! Let me have my dinner for breakfast, And let my soul be at peace. © Amos 2 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by yemi2plus(m): 10:59pm On Aug 05, 2013 |
#35 Nairaland Welcome to nairaland.com a site with over one million registered users, ranked eight most visited site in Nigeria. More than five percent of her users are banned unjustly Senu does nothing but make endless promises. Unless threads keep making front page. You protest, you get banned. Nairaland, Oh! Nairaland Literature and writing my favorite section, but the mod will not let you be. You make suggestion or observation, you recieve silly replies or get banned. You complain, your posts get hidden. Or get banned for an unreasonable reason. Nairaland, Oh! Nairaland Rejoice and shout with laughter, if Senu has made you a mod. For you are now a dictator, a dictator with great and unlimited powers. For where will nairaland be without her users? Senu, don't forget tide and market come and go so shall nairaland. 4 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by firestar(f): 11:15pm On Aug 05, 2013 |
#36 Oye Cherry slapped cheekbones, Wind split lips of gritty blondes Warm liquid, chills bones. 1 Like |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by kagari: 10:47am On Aug 06, 2013 |
37 GOOD MORNING MY COUNTRY the dooms day drum, i am a drummer boy the stage sing's solo, i am a drama plot for what? For life all for death for short? For strive all for re-birth the truth and all it's fantancies the black act's and all of it's fancies singing to the last song of mourning praying for the last good morning. Goodmorning to my country on a journey goodmorning to my country of penury goodmorning to my country of poverty goodmorning to my country of failed dreams. Goodmorning if that is all it would take for my country to remenber us again. Okafor r ogochukwu (kajo lib) 3 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by Cdstars(m): 11:51pm On Aug 06, 2013 |
Number 38 AMAZING You are amazing, Just the way God made you. You could be blazing, As God has made you to be 'you.' As you are wonderfully made, And have been given a high grade by God. Even sometimes things might go bad, Just know that God is still good. You are amazing, As you have been buzzing. And your talent, Makes you so prudent, Whether you are white or black, Or fair or dark. No matter your country, Your achievements should know no boundary. This shows that you are special, As you possess the potential. You are amazing, Just as how hard you work. People will always be gazing, At your own work. Your life would remain a study, As People would do nothing but see, Things you worked for known as goody. As you fly high above the sea. Even things in your mind, Makes all to ponder; And all they could find, Is that you are such a wonder. You are amazing, And also so dazzling. Don't take a glimpse off your imagination, As it takes you beyond your limitation. The secret in your smile, Takes you a mile. And as if you were a maze, You cant help but to be amaze. 3 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by princesa(f): 10:16am On Aug 07, 2013 |
#39 From the fathers... Inspite of their conciliatory smile Our face contort with hardened lines Our lips form defiant shapes And our spirits refuse to break. For we know the sharks by their names Our legs had not been crossed in midnight tales We who fought with the blood from our veins And beneath this stance, we still feel the pain. Let deceit get deceived Our gray hair testify wisdom Let them keep on and speak... But f.ool's chatter we won't receive Not when we know the road to freedom Carved out in the light of the ancient's wisdom So let them still speak between their teeth And flash us mischievous grins While they shield our cups from the nation's rain And share the cake we collectively baked. Let them still speak... Let them still speak... But We've crossed these bridges enough To decipher it all And we surely know the truth behind their myth And the lies behind their smiles. (c) Princesa 6 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by jadelord(m): 6:36am On Aug 08, 2013 |
#40 CRAVING!!! Craving!!! A heart's desire Fitted with wings To soar with passion re-fired Craving!!! Of wanton lusting Greed pitted against reason And conscience lost to treachery Craving!!! A soul's longing For love and peace, yet bidding For all of the eartn's belonging Craving!!! An endless wanting Ceaselessly consuming Till everything is nothing Craving!!! A careless demanding Roots forever sucking Till death overtakes living Craving!!! Truly a heart's desire With wanton wanting Till the grave to retire 2 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by adamic: 2:06pm On Aug 08, 2013 |
nice 3 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by HARDDON: 7:27pm On Aug 09, 2013 |
Number 42 TRIBUTE TO YOU....J ZAZA(WK) With pains in ma plane, heat in ma heart and ice in ma eyes i held back the storm welling ova my firmament Thinking, yet to sink in, cos in a blink you went over the brim. Handed the Mantle over yet in a soulful prime threw in the towel still in a sleek state For once on this plain, we sowed burned the mid night light For a niche we played, we ate,we read, we slept And grew and graduated but not until they threw stones at us from which we extracted knowledge they ravaged our young minds yet strong still, we stood In Our hood, rude bullets rattled in waves Not week by, we don't take shield blood bleed our streets at the dawn of a new day yet we will our wits And gave it anoda stride, anoda mind like a star you dazzle with the easy grace of a leopard You had quick feet to take out defense and slot home a beauty a shot that splits nets and marvel minds and you were a 9ine Gather the squad once again by-ova 10th October it was last year Wen we sat and had you 1 plus we hit the spot and set it off even our table could testify This is a rare blend Aint spilling no tears for you gee cos i know we wud meet again in a place without tym nor space they can light dier candles but for you, i'd burn a forest i'd hold your song strong. till we meet to part no more where else but where the angels fly? ........penciled by Don 3 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by onegig(m): 11:26am On Aug 10, 2013 |
NUMBER 43. Eyes and lips.. Such beautiful eyes The kind that mesmerize The innocence in them are bare to see A peep in those eyes draw tears Reminds you of the pains of days passed And any man would want to remain in its mirror Like butterfly stucked to a nectar Oh she tops it all with a beautiful lips Such lips you are willing to die to kiss. So tender and soft Like petals flourishing in the morning dew A touch of those and a man would be enchanted Bewitched by its sumptuousness and succulence And transported to places of wild and heavenly pleasures I wish I could explain more about the way I feel But with your beautiful eyes and your beautiful lips I could never reveal to you, I close my eyes and dream of you in the best way my mind can do And wish i wake up to find those eyes staring back at me And those lips against mine... [size=3pt]You know yourself. This is for you "P".[/size] 1 Like |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by Stepsse(m): 11:29am On Aug 10, 2013 |
No 44 OH NIGERIA (present nigeria) Let us all hoist your flag, Though there were holes when you were dragged, The stands carrying your flag are weakened, Causing pain to innocent pikkin, The mother listening to the cry of her child, But could do nothing because of the strikes, A once history of many nations, Now a misery like the white stallions. Bombing and killing are now order of the day, Corrupt officers claiming all the pay, Truth has no place again in your kingdom, Lies are now kings in your wisdom, The rich living in novelty, While the poor living in poverty, Youths are not motivated to chill, They are initiated to kill. The situation is now simple complicated, Though a paper giant where it is situated, I asked the butterfly of the eighty's, All he could say was it take stages, Who will restore your glory, Who will carry the cross of your rich history, Only if we live together leaving each principle, And creating a home that will reach her pinnacle. 3 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by pasionate(m): 12:51pm On Aug 10, 2013 |
NUMBER 45 TITLE - ORIN ARO (…for the victims of heartlessness) Every drop of the devil's balls Lands heavily on my distant heart Endless stream of tears, grace my mourning sight And I am neck-deep drowned in their wailing tears. Though I'm far away from the river's bank Yet, the crocodile news haunts my earshot… I sing of the killers of joy I hum of the hunters of hope. The carnival of sobbing Orphans A monody of tragedy for the widowed ones In crumbling houses and crying properties. The heartless devil's ball falls once again, Though I'm far away from the hellish lands Yet the horrific scenes hunt my eye sight And every day, the pallbearers, reluctantly Market dirges to stardom Under the far-flung eyes of ingrate orators I sing of the killers of joy I hum of the hunters of hope. And those who hide behind the façade of calamities Feasting largely on our empty plates of suffering Whether they be villains or they be heroes Whether they be terrorists or they be militants Whether they be politicians or they be Devil's aides The innocent bloods that flood the market places Stagnate at Golgotha drumming for justice I sing of the killers of joy I hum of the hunters of hope. B'ogun B'ajelo, Ogbon a jebo Karma is undoubtedly the stubborn smoke That puffs from the beaks of restless chickens In the evening, always coming back home to roost The tale of the gruesome archer Who shot an arrow into the sky And hides under the veneer of a heartless mortar… He'd forgotten That the silent tale of nemesis is a season film! * ORIN ARO (SONGS OF SORROW) 3 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by donifez(m): 4:08pm On Aug 11, 2013 |
No 46 Destructible end An end with an endless trail, flowing through the nile as a timeless grail. Gray hairs of wisdom flock through our endless soils, mourns and tears wet the corpse of our ancestors. Christ has been sent to us, To create an end without an endless grief. Yet we strive against him with our full fledged sword, Signing our signatures for a destructible end. |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by fankasibe: 4:21pm On Aug 11, 2013 |
#47 HOME and AWAY (I am a true Nigerian everywhere). With love, strength and faith, I had kept my promise Within my father’s land, Raising her flag so high, Serving with heart and mind, Conscious of her history, Creating love from her wars, Making unity in her diversity, Considering my father’s pain Which must never be in vain. I have crossed the seas, Going with me a nation, Letting out her heritage Through culture and pride, Sharing it to all with love and smile. In many, I come first Through honesty and hard work, Smelling of her aura, When my heart beats her anthem. I might have leave, But I will never be gone To a place so far Of a journey so long, Without my home in my heart. In me you see my father’s land, In me you see a new generation, In me you see good people of a great nation. Home and Away! I am a Nigerian. written by: Omotayo Suleman (fankasibe) 2 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by DonOms(m): 9:13am On Aug 12, 2013 |
Number 48 For the Greater Good! From the chambers in the courts of the heart, Thoughts gush, pronking like a hart, Walking in fiercely like thunder's rumble; Let I be, my petitions to make, not grumble, For the creator has sent me here And this message ends must hear. Confused and lost, thoughts whirled, Wonder I, why I'm here - in this world. This world seems to me unfair, Querying if God knows how we fare; In the bosom of wisdom, unfit I to lodge But for the little I know, I cannot dodge. Life makes us joyous But same dolorous; We long to possess gains But sometimes share pains: The Bible has said a worthy thing, "There's a time for everything!" The good has been taken away And this has caused more than dismay; With God, answers hoped I to find, "For the greater good," He opined; And one thing ensues from this: In God, find mourners, solace. "We meet to part and part to meet!" These words, common, far from deceit. Though today brings forth sorrow But God promises joy tomorrow; It doesn't matter who here performs a feat, What matters the most is meeting at Jesus' feet. (c) Crossifixoms 2 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by Jomark(m): 12:27pm On Aug 12, 2013 |
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Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by classicdea(m): 4:37pm On Aug 12, 2013 |
NO 50 Hey its ANOTHER DAY Forget about tomorrow,today is here to play Broken nets, barren lands, the potters have lost their clay They say love is a crime, they told us it never pays They destroy what we stand for and put our broken dreams on display No, donot hope for a tomorrow For its just another today, its ANOTHER DAY When the native man may rise and fall from glory and fame We all strive to win but for the struggle, we hate the game Caress its lovely beauty but the beast we fail to tame Easy now, here she comes 'tomorrow' ANOTHER DAY Dwelling in the present, past memories plead to stay What lies ahead should stay ahead, the old ones rush to say But the Youth own today yet for a brighter tomorrow they pray Fun and excitement all today, while tomorrow leads them astray Tomorrow is a riddle, Tomorrow is the yesterday to come Learn from yesterday and modify the present,today Look, tomorrow is almost born Focus on the now, forget bout the then, tomorrow is never today Although if today becomes yesterday then tomorrow is today To Nigerians, use up today, for only a moment it would stay The sun is up, the wind is calm, its time to make hay Run the race and pass the baton, living life is like relay Hardwork is the key to success, it deserves to be on replay Now let's work towards a better tomorrow for It is ANOTHER DAY[color=#550000][/color] 2 Likes |
Re: Nairaland's "The Poet" Competition Season 2 - Submission Thread For Round 1 by badmusace(m): 8:22pm On Aug 12, 2013 |
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