My country;who will save her.....

A green world my eyes beheld,
Built and rested on three mighty ethnic arms,
parted by Niger and Benue;two beautiful queens they were.

Oh!my beloved home,
how rich and endowed you were,
out of you once flowed milk and honey,
once called giant and tagged fearless,
you once ate with honour,
and peace lies at your vineyard,
you were blessed with strength and noble were you called

At birth,you had a beautiful future,
and a sharp vision u had,
and seers,need not tell you were on course for greatness

As a baby,barely 3months old,
you were first carried and pampered by violent men in 'kaki' suit,
remember,you lost one of your bright eyes at infant,

A little while you were carted away by cunny men,
And now,54years,a little bit old,
nature has pluck your complete sight and your vision is lost

your seeds are slaves in their homeland,
your enemy called 'political' and 'God fathers' have eaten your inheritance,

Deserving heirs are craving for bones in the den,
and born thiefs,happy and merry in palace,

your farmland harbours parasite and termites have eaten your crops,

there is war,among your seeds,at your backyard,
over nuts and left overs,they hate,wail,fight and die.....

Yet your arms are folded,
your eyes refuse to see,
and you smile like the dead,

oh my treasure,who shall save you from your troubles?
And your war,who shall win for you?
Note:THE CHANGE THIS COUNTRY NEEDS IS YOU.take a honest step today.
Naija o ni baje o.Amin.

Dnt be angry

i was born with love,
but life thought me what it means to hurt,
its nt my fault,
dnt be angry

dnt be angry
if i never gave a thought about us,
if i never told u how much am in love,
if i never spare a seconds just to make it work,
if i have gone without a hug
dnt be angry

dnt be angry
if i'd looked in your eyes and never gave a damn like,
if u wishd i say 'love' but all i cul do was run,
dnt be angry

dnt be angry,
life thought me all,
from my heart,am ready to make it work,
to be in love like never before,
to hold your hands and walk to the point where we part no more,
my love,my joy;my pride,my wife;my angel,my dearest....
Dnt be angry.

#To the lost love#

My dad:my mom

mom:

ever since you gone have found none like you mom,
i can still remember your last words to me:
"i'll get u new shoes
and increase your pocket money",
dnt thnk i'll ever fall in love again as i did with you,
with bitterness i cried in the middle of a long night,

my heart could not bear your loss,
my world xperienced darkness so gross,
my treasure is gone
to the world beyond

a short sleep,a long dream of you,
your loving hands i miss mom.

You were there for me even when i was wrong,
i wanted to go astray but you led me in the way,
was sick and dying on my sick bed but your mind experienced no rest,
with the heart of hannah,you interceded so that i might be healed of my illness,

my mum,my love,my all,my world,,my treasure,
that is what you are MUMMY,

To my dad:
strong in heart and a man of war;
you fought wars,yet you didnt fall,

even with a penny you struggle to study,
with distinctions you excel beyond any limitation,
you fought your way to the top without faults,

You were hard on me so i might be better,
you wore slippers,that i might be bigger,
you drove wagons, that i might ride in peugeots,
you wore rags that i might be in palace,

Dad,i miss you,
your love have nt found in this world,
your advice,so expensive;it cnt be bought,

My joy is am a son to a loving mom and dad.

*Remembrance to the late daddies and mummies*

You've touch my pen with your poems to see through the windows of life.
I must say 'You Are Great'.

TaiwoAdeyemi054: You've touch my pen with your poems to see through the windows of life.
I must say 'You Are Great'.

thanks,never knew there are people that appreciate poems until u post ur comment...uv given me energy to post more.thanks

Victory is my song

......all left is no more than rubble,
......every single dawn and dusk is war,
......indeed to survive,one must fight,
......to win the price,one must strive,

in my course,victory is unbargainable,
ofcourse,you are not wrong,am a victor,
I am winning my wars,

though all left is rubble;
hustle,struggles,if need be i'll wade through enemy's troops,

in my mouth is my song,
it cries victory.
In my hand is my sword,
it hungers for blood.
On my head is helmet,
i cannot be beheaded.

I am fashioned for war,
my song is victory.

............i have no legs.....
and in the midst of the rich I have no voice.......
it seems like an endless Journey.....
and the option of end is dead
I'll ride on chariots if I had means......
I'll be eyes to many if I had one to read
hope comes.....
the top calls
just like.the wind .....
I'll.grow wings and fly
to my dream land ....
I'll.zoom
to a.farther land.....
i'd flown.......
I have troubles;
its windy ......
too much to.think
too many evil winks
nevertheless....my vision is set.....
and light is my bed ............
a break.....night is near.....
i found a nest.....a place to rest.....
I lay.and
momentarily....for once....I am proud of myself.
lofty heights attained...........

....Every time....father I want to be nearer;
your voice calling silently;my heart is broken.....
a contrite and a broken hrt...you desire
the mountains moved...
the earth shook....
softly and comely....
lovely yet power filled...
a voice ...so soothng spoke to me,
His name is love
and in his nature lies trust
romantic..he is...
he scholds me seldomly....
I mumbled but it was for my good
i'd sometimes lost in fear....
yet his fatherly shoulder is always open to care.....
I am a child...
I can't talk...but his name I'll gladly call....
I can't discern voices but....
not his
I can't recognise images
but his presence....I can feel....
halleluyah!!!!!!!.....praise be to him who took the sin of the world away....

On jesus i call
the world over the years
the world at the moment
a gap...a lag...a total difference
cruel and self
wickedness behind the mask
smiling face and a dark heart
many cheers.....devils inside
all turns history
gudmen dead...evil is everywhere
love turnd sour
a far cry...an outcry....
....hope beckons....
......Jesus,the exalted...
........up and beynd
..........on u i thrust....

....a new dawn
....a new song
a step forward
...a quick run
....i set my eyes upward
.....a moving force
......i cant be stopped.......................
...........................................................am a
burning fire.............................

A WALK DOWN THE AISLE: A SNAP SHOT

walking down the aisle
the thought that runs through her mind
of joy.. fear of unknown
mixed feelings I call it:
shouldering responsiblity of being wife
child bearing
having to manage the home
work and career
all at a glance; a snapshot of her life
dreams becoming reality
singlehood to motherhood

I could see her smily face
I could sense her fears
she looks at my eyes as she says I do..

flashes of our first date runs through
the ups and downs
the break ups
all made her who she is

a new life entirely
sacrificing a whole life time
leaving behind a family she grew with
clinging unto her new found home

ever wondered.. why she tilts her head
its a knock away from sleep
all happening in a twink
still, she cant believe it

leaving mum and dad behind
siblings inclusive
a final wave.. a kiss.. the lid blinks

tears so sweet
she held unto her aunts hands as unto a duckling

The srory of two love birds

standing by the mirror
falling back to consciousness
she looks at her old self
touching her wrinkled face
and with all sense of gladness
she puts on a smile

Light out… curtain close

gone too soon
long dead is my culture
my history left eroded…
still thinking
where is the fire
and the stool
where is the night
and the old wise ones,
where are the 20 little ones
where are the smiles.. laughter and decency…
hit me.. I will wake
am in a dream….
insanity… misplaced sanity
what I see.. lord have mercy little kids
miss.. my huts
my sand plays
the village square
grandmas soup
papas transistor radio
my history… my heritage

a product made.
heaven's release
the world rejoice
at the sight of a fairy being
beautiful beautiful

many of your kind made,
thou excellest them all,
beautiful beautiful

a girl born,an angel so soft
a smile will make my day
a touch will turn me on
a kiss will knock me off
beautiful beautiful

i bow oghene...
mighty lord...thank u for afoke...
an angel made this day
beautiful beautiful

happy birthday
~~~tayor~~~

it chose to rain... a shower...suddenly.i got swept away
i open my arms to care... ...no one chose to care...
i closed my eyes to save my heart the break i end up in misery
a while...i ran a race of luck... ...i received the price... i won the bride
at the end it was fair love found me... and i live not in regret.

I'll tell you the same thing an italian lady told me on fb after she read my poem. You are great, I'll even go as far as saying you're greater.

Jyde89:
I'll tell you the same thing an italian lady told me on fb after she read my poem. You are great, I'll even go as far as saying you're greater.

...thanks bro....its the power of imagination at work...my own way of defining what happens around me..its my food..thanks.

i dreamt...my tears r wiped...
i beheld the end.....


first....it was two people walking...
...two hands holding each other...
an alter.....a blessing....
sparkles.....a lovely sight to behold...


....awake....
........realised...av long been in ur arms...
.......now dreams dont lie...my destiny is with u.....

the cock crows...


kukuruku...


to the sleeping giant
that has made himself a drunk....
dust my feathers...put on my hat...

kukuruku.....


to the sojourner....
who has made the nest of slumber for rest...
dust my feathers and put on my hat

kukuruku


a knock on the visitor...
who has refuse to work....
i dust my feathers and put on my hat


kukurukuuu...

to the aged still sucking
i dust my feathers and put on my hat...

tick tock...the time counts...
its sunset...the day is gone...

Get the woods...
time is far spent...

Make a fire...
...a burden awaits...

make a hay...
the sun shines

dont despair...follow the path that glows with light....


kukukurukuuuu...
i dust my feathers and put on my hat.

A people;A nation
I have seen Israel alike..
Men with mighty strength..
A look down the earth...
Have seen men made of black...
the bull couldnt have escaped, he took it by the horn
He won himself a name;
Tagged fearless and a giant in the midst of his brothers...
There is no better way to hail thee...
and no better way to say it:
I LoVe My CoUnTrY...
Unity and Faith, Peace and Progress...
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE

....before you take a leap backward...
Take a thought....
a cool breath down your spine...
thought of the agama...
a long crawl to the top...ended in a nightmare of a mighty fall...
ever thought, why a fallen bird makes attempt to fly...
never give up
a shekel, a flour will be sold...
you tried,you lifted...
too heavy...your hands could'nt carry..
never worry..
jf he watches the sparrow,he watches you...
...too much to think,when will it be
......remember,he overturns the table..
dont despair...never relent..
...the cloud you see,will rain down a river...
.....all you see that's in bit,..will run over ..no room could contain...
push...and lift up thine face to him...
For he is MIGHTY

the feeling inside...
one would think he has won a jackpot....
an awesome God we serve...
the feeling inside...
one can't really understand her smile..
His God has blessed his days...
like the holy scriptures has said..
'will satisfy thee with long life'
Now, isn't it awesome..
what a mighty God we serve...
the tides of life,too strong
the chested men have gone..
indeed, not strength..
here he is,healthy..strong...full of might...
a little secret, if not GOD, who else?
still in the mood of ecstasy...
a mixed feeling...of endless joy and humbleness of heart....
his life has been kept...definitely, not his not his might...
his endless breath has sustained him
the chronicle of a sojourner..in the battle of life...
he breaths...despite his burden
A heart full of thanks...his God honours.

...like a mother unto her chicks
you hide me in your wings
...am sorry LORD, but your grace kept me
...some wake to drink the water of sorrow
...others, refuse to see the morning star
here i am, LORD
....On my knees as a broken man
.....my heart is fixed on thy cross
....with gratitude i weep at your feet....
Nothing else matters, on my hands is my
SACRIFICE....
Abel's sacrifice...bounty..thou art worthy...
on the path with thorns...but thou art my GOD.....
on a mission impossible but thou art my
SWORD....
though art my hope...at your feet i want to
dine....
A worshipper's cry...a broken heart...a contrite
spirit.