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Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 8:44pm On Jul 25, 2014 |
Title: PUPPY LOVE (Poem) I made sure my uniform was ever sparkling My green Khaki shorts well ironed My light green shirt starched to still Brown Cortina Shoes polished to glow With sparkling white Stockings I sure answer all asked Questions in Class At the front row where I could be by you Though I had all writing materials I would rather borrow from you I do not go out for break unless you do I felt all your pains silently, when you are ill prayed fervently for your recovery I wished to be sick so I can be with you In the School Clinic on admission beds I hated Mr. Akpan our math’s teacher For difficult questions he asked you always Questions that earn you his strokes I hated any, who got you humiliated Always present at evening preps Because you do not miss evening preps I lose focus when you missed prep I lose concentration when you are present I was consumed with so much of you I smiled when I saw you laughing Even though I know not why you laughed I behold you innocent Beauty In your Purple checkered day wear Twice I Fought Kennedy for calling you names I wanted so much to be by your side To be the only Boy you played with To share my Provisions and Snack with you I wanted to tell you how I felt towards you I wished you had read my short messages Written at the back pages of your books I borrowed My heart tore to a thousand pieces When I sought you during Prep Class Thought you were sick so you missed prep But you were with Jude in his Class Side by side you sat chatting and flirting It killed me to see Jude walking with you During Sporting activities it was Jude by you During Manual labor he was helping you out All I wanted from you you gave to Jude I failed my examinations because you You were the answer to all my exam questions Finally you nailed the Coffin on me When at close of the Third Term All were packed and ready to go home I waited for you to leave before I leave I would leave but I have with Jude ,scores to settle But when your Daddy came to take you home Jude put his luggage in your car and off you all drove. 2 Likes |
Re: Poetry Collections by Decibel: 8:44pm On Jul 25, 2014 |
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Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 8:44pm On Jul 25, 2014 |
Title: YOUTHS GONE ASTRAY Arise o Compatriots Our youths are going astray We have left the paths our fathers towed All, like Sheep's have gone astray Each sick with the get rich syndrome The love of Money The root of all evil decorum is thrown to the winds Civility, a thing of the past Everyone is in a haste to get rich A Child must first sit, crawl then walk The durability of a house they say is dependent on its foundation Riches would come in due time There are certain guidelines to ensure it lasts Corruption! Yes Corruption!! The bane of our Society we cry of corrupt Leaders! But corruption prevails in all facets of our lives Every Child is a product of a corrupt Leader Fathers, Mothers, Teachers, pastors Every one is a Cheat somehow The poor cheats to see his Son excels The Rich man cheats to get his Child richer Parents bribe their Children's way in Schools Every Child is a product of an ambitious parent The eyes of good conscience is ripped off We celebrate materialism Today the patient Dog die hungry Grab all you can when you can Take your share! It’s a national Cake Education is thrown to the Winds Na Certificate I go Chop? Skills acquisition a thing of the past how can I be a Shoe maker? A whole me? Our youths want to eat without sweating Schemers! Schemers everywhere Yahoo yahoo! The rave of the moment Italian runs! South African runs!! Malaysian runs!!! The latest preoccupation of our youth for the child that brings money home the favorite of every parent 1 Like |
Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 8:48pm On Jul 25, 2014 |
Title: ABA MY ABA!!! Aba! My Aba!! My beloved home land and abode The ancient City of my Fore Fathers The City of the great Ngwa Race The land of the great Elephants The Land of merchants and Business moguls The Land of agile sports men and Women The land rich in food and waters Ariaria, Foulks road, Ogbor hill, Azikiwe road, Umungasi, ikot ekpene road. The Streets and roads that make Aba what it is The land of great women History will never forget your exploit of 1929 but what happened to you? Your beauty, your pride where are they? Where are the gallant Elephants? Where are those Industries that made you thick? Where are your youths? All like Sheep’s have gone astray Every one to his Tent like the Israelites Your youths are scattered about Like scoundrels they fight for survival All man for himself, survival of the fittest Your Streets are littered with dirt’s Your Air is filled with Stench of pollution Your Streets and Roads are now dumping ground for refuse and sewage Mosquitoes sing lullaby in our hears all night We sleep with one eye open and Ears drawn Your Youths have become Lazy They all seek the easiest way out They resort to crime and vices as means of survival They lost confidence in their selves, and then the state The number of Youth Lunacy increase by the day. Your Maidens pervade the streets at Night I fear my Shadow at Nights...No one is safe Fear of Hoodlums, the Police, Army, Bakassi boys You used to be known for your versatility now you are tagged king of fake products you used to be a delight to Investors and Tourist Now you are desolate, left to die in the pool of your blood The great Elephant!! Now you trod with head bowed in shame How are the mighty fallen? Your eyes are beclouded in tears your skin patched with bruises and scars from your struggles Aba my Aba, who will bring back your Glory?? You have been lied to for too long Those you so trusted have always betrayed you They are Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing Vampires! They have sucked your Children dry Like the breast of an old, the water has run dry They tax your Children with numerous levies They do not care for your Children They eat alone, they and their Children yet unborn They use the Sweat of your Children and build castles in foreign lands They loot you to enrich other lands Unrepentant fools they are! They do not hear the wailing of the people. But I have a dream! That one day, the Elephant will bounce back That posterity will catch up with the evil doers That we shall be free from "our own" that has held us captive That the length of Port Harcourt road and Aba Owerri road Shall be liken to the streets of Paris That investors, Tourist, foreigners shall be struggling to come to our land That our youths shall make sports and entertainment lucrative That our children shall become professionals of various endeavors I foresee a wind of Change A hurricane, a cyclone that will sweep the land of all ills And usher in a haven of peace and tranquility I see the rebirth of my home land for good Then shall we all gather at the Great Eyimba Stadium And sing with one voice "Nzogbu! Nzogbu!! Eyii mba Eyii!!! The dawn of a new era. 1 Like |
Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 8:54pm On Jul 25, 2014 |
MY FATHER'S ADVICE My father used to say Remember the son of whom you are For twenty kids cannot play together for twenty years Each would wonder his own way, to design for himself, his destiny Some you meet again, some you meet never again My Father used to say Son! You have to be reborn I may be poor, but you do not have to I may live in servitude, but you do not have to My palms and feet may be hard and coarse That is me! My life! Not you! I am not you Boy! You came to this world with me as a conduit I lent you my name so you can have an identity and a root But do not tread the paths I trod.....you need a rebirth My father used to say The world is a battle field; the world is yours to conquer Only the brave can conquer, just follow your battle cry No one really cares about you. No! Not one! For in reality, all man for himself and God for all Wake up! Smell the coffee! Clear off your illusions My Father used to say Son, when I die, bury me here! Here! By my father’s grave I do not need any fun fair at my funeral Take care of me when I am frail and when I am gone, let me be Save your silver, save your gold, take care of the living For the dead is spent, let me rest in peace What you owe me Son, is that you show your Children the way to live My Father used to say Son! Teach your Children the truth about life Do not pamper them, for the world does not pamper! Teach your children to know how to stand alone For time would come that friends would dessert you! Teach them to fast seasonally For time would come when a man would hunger and thirst Teach them to fight back when pushed to the wall For Bullies abound every where Teach your Children to be moderate in spending For the more you spend, the less you save Teach them to save money For unforeseen circumstances will always come up Teach your Children my Son; teach them never to trust any man For man is mere Mortal Teach your Children to run when others are running Let them dock when others are docking For a common Dog is better than a dead Lion Teach your children to Respect the Elderly For then would they live long on Earth The prayers and blessings from the Elderly Transcends to the heavens My Father used to say Teach your Children to obey Constituted Authorities For then shall you not be labeled "Enemies of the State" Teach him not to ague or Challenge his master For he that pays the piper, dictates the tune My father used to say My Son! Fear her, the Woman! For she is wiser and stronger than you Do no toy with her heart for she can destroy you She is like Fire! An obedient servant and a vicious master Love and respect her and she shall be your slave forever My Son! He said; do not lift your hands against the Mother or your Children For her curse in bitterness is eternally indelible Let the Woman in your life be happy And Joy shall not depart from thine home My Father used to say My Son! Your Palms cannot fool you, use your hands! Work!! For there is dignity in labor He said, Son! Abhor laziness For the man that cannot feed his Family is worse than an infidel Teach your Children never to procrastinate For Mr. Opportunity is not a patient man Teach your children to get education For with this, you will break barriers and dine with Kings Teach them to acquire veritable skills For this will feed them till they are old and frail My father used to say My Child, tell your Children about me Tell them I did not have parent to advice and counsel me None to educate or care for me and plan my future Because I am a product of a broken home Abandoned by Parent and relatives A poor Sage picked me up and gave me shelter and food While I served him till he died. His words I am passing to you and your Children I will be the last to die in material poverty in my genealogy As long as you pass these words of wisdom down to your children And they, their Children. Then shall my soul rest in peace and I shall revel in in heaven For good name they say, is better than Silver and Gold But you my son, and your Sons, shall have it all Good name and Silver and Gold. |
Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 8:57pm On Jul 25, 2014 |
THE WONDERING PROFESSOR He woke up at the earliest of dawn from a sleep he hardly had For his mind had been full all night Of what fate has in store for him For the previous day had been bad It had rained all day The roads were murky His favorite spots were messy The busy streets deserted for people kept indoors all day He slept in hunger terrible dreams turning into nightmares Kept him away awake all night His stomach, rumbling and aching like enzymes feasting on intestines He had wished for death For only that would give him rest He lives in perpetual fear of seeing the break of another dawn For how could a man be so poor? In the midst of so much The flyovers of Rumuola Eliozu, mile 1 and Eleme Offer him shelter every night He is known by everybody Yet he knows none of them Prof! Prof! we all call him for he was once a school teacher Nature has turned him a wanderer he owns nothing, save for the Rags he wears and the Plastic bowl he carries about his bowl of course is for multipurpose He is totally un kept and haggard he smells about like a he-Goat With eyes red and angry for he is always hungry seeking for busy Streets as long as there is high footfall He pitches his tenth therein With his Bowl in front of him he calls out to all that passes by Please help me for I am hungry!! That is his Song all day he lives at the mercy of others He does not have plans for tomorrow for all his care in this life is to eat, sleep and eat again On days that he gets no food He seeks for food in refuse dumps He is not insane, no! Not Mad! But poverty they say is a disease that would bring a man so low to the lowest of all esteem what pride does a beggar have for really he has no choice! |
Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 9:22am On Jul 26, 2014 |
A CRY FROM BAKASSI I am called a Child from the Gutter Because in my Clan our Wallets stutter Jubilation is absent when my people gather Because hopes and aspirations have gone asunder In my Clan survival belongs to the fittest If you cannot contend then you take a rest For if the bird does not leave its nest The hunter cannot make an arrest Pity Patter Pity patter! Here comes the rain Each of us, Bowls in hands taking bail Flooded homes, our possessions on the sail Patched roofs, blocked drainages, our efforts in vain Rain! Sun! Harmattan! We go no where For after the rain we know the sun will appear To dry up and bring back that which we hold dear Our land, our home, we are going no where In Rain and in Shine we endure this pain Of Diseases and Sicknesses our Children are slain Living with Crabs and Frogs in full disdain Waiting for Government to no avail Like the Bat we are neither here nor there For Our brothers have sold us for a plate of Pottage Our buyers see us as excess Baggage Oh Bakassi! My Bakassi when will the day break? 1 Like |
Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 9:24am On Jul 26, 2014 |
QUEEN OF THE NIGHT Behold she comes with her fake Charms Beaming seductively at every passerby No one knows her real Identity To some she is, Sandra, Linda, Queen, Angel. She comes along same street every night She is pretty, appealing, every Man's desire She flaunts her hips and Tits As She sways to and fro the Street It's 10pm ,and the moon is full The Streets besieged with activities it’s been a hectic day at work As people were returning home from work Some need some where to cool off For the Traffic situation is chaotic Traffic jam, busy road, under full moon our lady trots unconcerned Displaying her Wares to all that cares Her Skimpy Skirt, Sleeveless Blouse Would make an Imam Swear Her Hair is fake, eye lashes fake! Also are her nails! Though her Breast seems full some say its fully padded Her Legs are long and her Shoes as high She walks with the gait of a Cat To the amazement of all she is ever so bold Plying her trade with impunity That Shame will be ashamed of her She stares at you as you stare at her You will be forced to bow in shame any Woman who stares at her with disdain She howls and curse "Ashawo Kobo Kobo" She is the Lord of the night In the darkest and loneliest of night She tread where men dare to go She scurries towards any car that stops Any man is a potential Customer Is it Short time or TDB? She is ready if you call It’s all about the cash Amidst the risks surrounding her trade She comes out every other night She is a prey! and this She knows The Ritualists, hoodlums, the police Men To these predators, she's in danger She's been raped, she's been jailed she's been beaten, robbed and abused She's been sick and battered But She comes back to the street after all She is blind to the risks that stare at her All she sees is prospect for more cash And one begins to wonder! Why is she always in debt? Why is she always in need? Why is she never happy? Why the insatiable appetite? Why? Why? And more whys She Claims she is a victim of circumstances She failed to realize that all men are Victims of circumstances It all depends on the choice you make 1 Like |
Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 9:29am On Jul 26, 2014 |
MY LOVE As fresh as early morning palm wine My memory of that fateful day That your father handed you to my father Resplendent in your traditional attire In the full glare of family and friends To be my wife till death do us part Inexperienced and naïve as I was About the institution I just enrolled in Like an apprentice being set free To create for himself his own dynasty I was scared, I was confused For too many people offered divergent pieces of advice But as I look back today To whence we came from The ups and downs, the roses and the thorns I give God the glory that it was you I choose You are a pillar of strength My spiritual leader, my intercessor Without you I will be naught today You brought your charms into my world And indeed you are a good thing For Gods favour has been my lot Since you came into my life Thank you for our beautiful kids Thank you for turning my house to a home Thank you for accepting me and my faults Thank you for your love and understanding I can walk tall today because you are by my side Thank you for making me your knight You brought out from me the potentials I never knew I possessed I will always love you and cherish you. 1 Like |
Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 9:30am On Jul 26, 2014 |
DESTINY Personally I had wanted to be a priest I used to love the gentility and the beauty The calm and charisma exuded by them I hated girls because a priest should not love girls I would beat up any girl whom people tease as my wife I would ambush and beat her up Personally I wanted to be in the Army I loved to see Daddy dress up for work daily With boots sparkling black and khaki uniform starched to still I loved to see daddy acknowledge respect from Civilians Daddy gets away with all traffic offences All he says is “Espirit de corps” and the police salute him through Personally I wanted to be a goal keeper Peter Rufai was my idol I fantasized been in national colours And being watched globally Defending the goal post of our national team I became the best goal keeper in my school I envisioned myself lifting the victory trophy Personally I wanted to be a lawyer I was good in literature and the arts Getting good grades in my Art subjects in junior secondary But my Mother wanted me to be a Doctor She wanted to be called “Mama Doctor” So I switched to sciences in my senior secondary I dropped in my grades class because I could not cope Benzene, titration, ethanol, too many jargons Personally I wanted to be a musician I would draft songs and sing to myself I wanted to sing, I wanted to rap I wanted to dance; I wanted to play the Guitar Facing the standing mirror I would perform Severally I broke the mirror in the house By kicking or jabbing accidentally I wanted to sell albums and become famous Michael Jackson was my hero I would perm my air and dance like him Personally i know that if wishes comes easy I would have become all I wanted But today I am just a Banker by learning And a professional sales man…… Things I never dreamt I would be. 1 Like |
Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 9:31am On Jul 26, 2014 |
FISHER MAN Teach me how to fish Give me no more fish So I can enjoy and relish From my own pond of Fish I want to be free Like leaves on Trees Owing no man no fees Because I was born free I do not want to beg Before I eat an egg I want my farm to tend So for my own I can fend For now that I am young And the carefree world I belong But I dread to wallow too long Before you leave for the great beyond So teach me today How my nest to lay So when I come of age I will have no war to wage 1 Like |
Re: Poetry Collections by lordthunderbolt(m): 12:20pm On Jul 26, 2014 |
THE GREAT NELSON MANDELA I know how Madiba felt Every time the pains pelt His mind and the walls melt The love of his people tied around him like a belt The emotional struggle in his mind to stay alive Not to bury his country's freedom made him live Through torture he persevered…inspired To give death to the racism of life Every time his name was sung in the streets Dust ruptured and the people tortured their feet Dancing for hope that cannot be split Bring back Nelson Mandela to Soweto bridge For 27 years he waited like a genie in a bottle Holding unto life, gathering the throttle To give freedom to 'Aristotle' Who holds plans 'he' wishes to scuttle Am glad every time I hear Nelson Mandela!! It should give hope to people of 'Madalla' Who has blood stains in hidden babariga Freedom is perseverance…ask ''Babangida'' I can imagine the joy when Nelson Mandela was freed The streets was filled with reeds Even the gods haven't such honour, even in Greece! Dried bones rattled in Zulu…look at his deeds! Doves couldn’t fly about, they flew in thick clusters They was no space to the Xhosa master Sun of Shaka Zulu with a golden scepter Freedom Mandela they all hailed!...all the street Rasta's I know how it felt when he was free Like a phoenix, he always dreamt, big dreams! Of such a great day…in his dreams he had nightmares He never knew he may have to sleep 27 years before the gleam! 1 Like |
Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 3:09pm On Jul 26, 2014 |
lordthunderbolt: THE GREAT NELSON MANDELA Guy! I gbadun your rymes! so tight. Well done. 1 Like |
Re: Poetry Collections by lordthunderbolt(m): 5:56pm On Aug 01, 2014 |
DOMAWOLEYE:thanks Bro. ...We keep improving. ...everyday.... |
Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 8:43pm On Oct 29, 2014 |
SELF ASSESSMENT As I stretched and yawn Welcoming the break of dawn I heard the crowing Cock As I hasten to set for work For a stitch in time They say saves nine And early to bed They say early to rise I know there is much ado In the work I do But it is all I have for now So I have to make it count I rather would take this cup That comes with a cost Than wait for free mirage That is ever at large For a bird at hand They say worth ten at large I will build on what I have For what is mine is mine I do not envy, I do not pry The load is heavy, to lift I must try For the journey of a mile They say starts with a step I see light beyond the tunnel I see silver around the dark cloud I see light after dark I see gain beyond the pain So my pain is for my gain My groan is for my own My ache is for my break My hay I will make by day. |
Re: Poetry Collections by OMA4U(m): 9:49am On Nov 07, 2014 |
I hail thee, poet. You've got fine poetry. 1 Like |
Re: Poetry Collections by Winters22: 8:13am On Dec 24, 2016 |
this is literature. :Dthis is literature. 1 Like |
Re: Poetry Collections by DOMAWOLEYE(m): 4:07pm On May 19, 2023 |
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