now this is the way to write a poem
keep it up

yeah right !!!

bloooooooooooody

abeg, spread d love jo, nobody wan die yet

<sub>Hey, where is everybody?


climbs d stage,
no crowd,
just me,
d stage,
and d mic,</sub>

nowadays i seems more of a fighter,
even though i would rather b a lover,
i try to always win,
forgettin i can't always win
i throw punches more than kissing,
and people now know me more for dissing
but its not like am dat bad,
. . . . well, ok, i admit, am bad,
but well, just wanted to have tins my way,
u know, say my say,
b da best,
stand out from da rest,
but made more enemies than friends,
now they must think am a fiend.
now, i guess i can't always b good,
and i should try to maintain my cool,
u know,
turn d other cheek ,
and try peace to seek.
well, would try to be better now,
no more playing an angry cow,
after all,
we all win to lose,
and lose to win.



_{drops d mic, walks away,
goes to d bar,
no bar man, no customer, no drink,
no nothing . . . . . . . .
lays on d counter, and tries to sleep}

<sub>Hey, where is everybody?


climbs d stage,
no crowd,
just me,
d stage,
and d mic,</sub>

nowadays i seems more of a fighter,
even though i would rather b a lover,
i try to always win,
forgettin i can't always  win
i throw punches more than kissing,
and people now know me more for dissing
but its not like am dat bad,
. . . . well, ok, i admit, am bad,
but well, just wanted to have tins my way,
u know, say my say,
b da best,
stand out from da rest,
but made more enemies than friends,
now they must think am a fiend.
now, i guess i can't always b good,
and i should try to maintain my cool,
u know,
turn d other cheek ,
and try peace to seek.
well, would try to be better now,
no more playing an angry cow,
after all,
we all win to lose,
and lose to win.
Can't win always,
and can't lose always .


_{drops d mic, walks away,
goes to d bar,
no bar man, no customer, no drink,
no nothing . . . . . . .  .
lays on d counter, and tries to sleep}

heres a piece from russell simmons 'def poetry jam' which was on HBO some years ago.

spoken word poetry is my kind of poetry. the first one is by a nigerian:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTcOWR3uc0E


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SY7pM8k8moY

Epi walks through the crowd. Puts on her best smile and grabs mic from st. kris
. . . .she watch Cupped hands whispering into ears

I'm gonna change everything that holds a mem'ry of you
Move the chairs around take the window curtains down and burn 'em
Take the carpet off the floor throw it out the door it's filled with tears
Everything I find that bring you to my mind must disappear
Everything I see reminds me you were here
Yeah, I'm gonna change everything that holds a mem'ry of you

With a tear running down her cheek, humbly she walks off the stage with the grace of a Panther, smiling

_{Epi walks through the crowd. Puts on her best smile and grabs mic from st. kris
. . . .she watch Cupped hands whispering into ears}

I'm gonna change everything that holds a mem'ry of you
Move the chairs around take the window curtains down and burn 'em
Take the carpet off the floor throw it out the door it's filled with tears
Everything I find that bring you to my mind must disappear
Everything I see reminds me you were here
Yeah, I'm gonna change everything that holds a mem'ry of you

_{With a tear running down her cheek, humbly she walks off the stage with the grace of a Panther, smiling}

Y'all should make an album.
I'll buy one.

*bump*

<picks up the mic & launches poem in a dilatory>


think and think about that night,
was it the chance to make it right?
now we set sail and take flight,
gliding oblivion like a shadowed kite,
distant clouds begin to blur the sight,
and i know tis' eternally my blight,
it could have been purview bright,
for i left the stage for sake of fright,
when i could'a held u so tight,
the chance to leave again to fight,
lost cuz dark has put out the light,
honesty demanded my every might,
instead i gave a but widows mite. . . .

I Won

The battle ground was set for you even in the womb
You arrived with a promise of a quick and painful defeat
Surrounded my myths of the dragon and its fire
What a welcome into the arena of needles
Two moons, Three months the gamblers predict
Just waiting to share words of comfort

My friend you fought the war like a stallion
Your courage greater than your stature
Many battles left the gamblers wondering how come
Like the biblical David you shocked the doubters
Your sword was Jehovah Rahpa
Never scared of going back home with the spoils

I was in Wogsalg when I heard you left
With a loud shout I screamed my God!!!
But I remember your philosophy about life
Remember those journeys we took to Arawk
So confident in my skills on the tar
Now I  can hear your confident voice whispering to me
Ore mi…, I am gone but I won!!!

                                                           Omo-Ekun ‘2010

Dedicated to my Dear Buddy who passed on after a battle with Sickle Cell Anemia[i][/i]

Splendid nice stuff you guys got here.