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na you get topic, na you still dey post everything wey dey there,  How 'bout

PIRACY

Piracy has gone round
to everywhere things are found
taking a good look at me
will tell i can't be two or three
so, why is there
a miming me who is rare
and sometimes hard to see
though he doesn't have a complexion as me

he pirates every move i make
so fast even without a break
a dark mischievous creature
that sometimes walks in my favour
he plays dirty tricks on me at night
at a point, i began liking him right
he followed me to the meadow
so, i named him my shadow


copyright: Jeffrey Irabor (Jey_d_poet)

no pictures, no pictures please!! thanks

thanks dear. i feel on top of the world

Destiny,Fate are they in control of us or are we in control of them. Is destiny like the sea that it's waves flow in a pre- determinined manner or does it flow according to the desire of thier heart. Are we like birds free to fly where we want or compelled to only determined routes.or is fate only for those too weak to determine their destiny.if so Fate grant me Love and Happiness. And if naught,i would find Love and Happiness.when i do i shall call it Destiny and when it dies,i'll call it Fate.

[actually the concept came to me while watching naruto[naruto vs neji]

SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN

I lost my faith in Love, and in it's religion too.
I told it's cupid they can sing their song to someone else new.
I watch my heart turn to stone,
i told God to leave me to burn in this wicked word alone.
This love has left my heart just bleeding,
and the sad part is am still breathing,
wishing if only there was something to believe in.
Now my companion's misery and in this it seems bliss.
If only juliet still had some poison,i wouldn't mind a kiss,
because i let myself up, i thought i was all,
but love simply proved me wrong. As am walking with my heart still bleeding,
happy to see there's no star in the sky this evening.
now i have something to believe in, i believe in Misery

[was in a depressed state.i really hate this piece.too depressing]

GONE

I didn't know you were gone when the roses died.
I couldn't even tell from the sorrows of thier eyes,
Even when you said goodnight,never realised it was goodbye.
Even as tears came from my eyes i don't believed i cried.
Even as beautiful as u look in the coffin i don't believe you died.
As i lay pretending to sleep it ain't no fun.
Still can't believe that you're really gone.
But i believe that whenever you've gone i'll get there too.
Cuz our love's too much,much more than me or you.

[a good sweetheart friend of mine died.just wrote to illustrate my degree of love]

come on honey, when will you paste yours?

i spit fire,
i tempt u, me to hire,

like a matador,
i break all them doors,

my lines are so tight,
the pretenders take to flight,

i come to shine the light,

and take u onboard a journey of boutiful delight.
i know u want me baby,
coming close to me acting like my lady,

ur figure sure got me all crazy,
making me feel like dick tracy,

but lets take it slow,

come closer, bend down, and give me d blow. . . . . .

oh yeah baby, am ccccoming,
u got me all sssscreaming,

u want more of me,
then come roll with me,

u wanna know where?
well, its an island with no sphere,

so let's go thereeeeeeeee,
i promise to make u feel so well

Lonely call…

He was twenty-three years of age
Not lucky to be among the computer age
He believed it was time to be a man
His mother said “no” with a strong adage
The father did nothing but warn



In sudden anger he would flare
Soon, his face became so rare
Man and woman couldn’t take it any longer
So they disowned him in tears
Since he said he wasn’t growing any younger

He approached his love Tina
She: dark, hairy, slim or even thinner
They begun spinning the web of love
Stronger it grew and even thicker
Till love got so high above

She had a boy for him
On hearing, his face was full of beams
They went on to have their wedding
On their honeymoon, they sang hymns
Not knowing they were close to tears shedding

He never knew the marriage bids
Misunderstanding germinated like weeds
They took their words with a pinch of salt
He closed down her fees and feeds
Finally, everything came to a halt!

She left after calling him wretched
He roamed the street dejected
He had a child but not a wife
With sorrow he had been injected
He had asked “could this be life?”

Taking to heavy drinking
Not an exception was smoking
He came home in the dead of the night
Never caring about his son’s living
The son now believed life wasn’t right

He lost his job
Behaving worst than a dog
Now he couldn’t go to his family
His grave was been dug
Life had stung him with infirmity

Then with such heavy breath,
He began seeking death
Never seen one so brave
To bring the waters above the neck
Emotion was so watery as he kissed the watery grave


copy right: jey_d_poet (jeffrey irabor)

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NIGHT

i have succumbed to the power of the great night
here i lay with eyes dead and restless in the tall hands of Morpheus
i have been pressed to my lay
the moon has glued me to my pillow
and my head is beaming out rays
both on my hands behold i twinkling singing stars
so i be oblivious when men and their mishciefs stole in the dark through the thick and thin of the magic night.

oh where am i some few steps pass the promise land
some few seconds to death
hey i have been in the nucleus of night
where slumber waves and slumber recieves
night, enslaver of kings
chief slayer of all eyes
you made me walk beyond the horizons of life
as a king have ruled
as a slave have served
i have been a young honorable gentleman
passing through deserts
crossing through forests
swimming pass seas
i have sang till my throat sore
i have dance till my back stroked
i have walked all my legs swollen
night
a myth or a fairy tale

nice

sorry
cant party with you guyz
nice thing up here though

i see you through my window sill
rising up from your warm bed,
wid feline grace,
the thought of love
kept my heart captive,
beclouding my logical mind,

i longed for you,
for your tentative yet endearing smile,
i longed to watch you look into my eyes,
to see the ever flaming fire of love aglow in my eyes,

in you i see, wisdom, vision, intellect,
the silhoutte of your presence,
like a feathery touch, awakens me from
my reverie, i wished i could go on in my
bliss of imaganations, widout giving a care
to reality

hoping someday you will be mine,
together we shall bask in the euphoria,
of real love touch my heart and you will
be amazed at its beating rate
only you my cheerie can quench my thirst for you.

keep it up guyz!!!

wrote this years back in my undergrad days in ife.

Even as a child i dreamt of this day

the day when boys wld grow up to be man

and girls women, a day when the sound of war

wld be heard no more, i dreamt of freedom

freedom from slavery, freedom from oppression

as i child i walked about wit hate in ma heart

where did this heart come from, i know not

wat brought about this hate, injustice i must say

injustice to the human race, injustuce to humanity

can this hate be changed, i say NO

for not from ma mother's womb did it come from

for its was the world that gave it to me and to the world

would it return, but then wat wld the generations to come say

would they not say their freedom was redeem by bloodshed

LET them say so, for does not life lie in the blood

to give a man life is it not by blood and to end one

is it not by blood,

then why do u all look as if sin i did commit

for even as a child i have seen lives of men been take away

i have seen child ma age been thrown into slavery

some been thrown overboard ships for their bones were weak

and movement caused them pain,

noone to help them but the sailors hands that swings them

overboard.

even as i child i dreamt of this day, a day when the cry of

freedom shall be heard across the land

written by

$oulchild

This page is as empty as my head,
I will fill it with the books I have read.

When I was young I read everything that I could,
From Robinson Crusoe on to Robin Hood.

I read about Cowboys and the Last of the Mohicans,
The Water Babies and Marc Twain the American.

I went on to higher realms Shakespeare, Blake and Shelley.
Sometimes I was so immersed that I quivered like jelly.

Then I was introduced to the Bible New Testament and Old,
I was so fascinated at all of the stories being told.

Genesis the first chapter in the book told of the beginning.
I read all of the stories my head was soon spinning.

David the wisest King of all the Jews,
Wrote the book of Psalms it was something new.

Other books then came my way I read them all.
History that told of the Roman’s rise and fall.

Now I read Newspapers and very much verse,
I take from my computer poems to rehearse.

Occasionally I still read a book or two
I am a man that likes reading, How about you?

Always wish for you …

The moon is here again,
With that silvery glow of endless July,
She washes every in her path,
Lights casting mystic circles of radiance on lakes and seas,
As blue as a dreams nested with specks of reflections,
Waters sleeping under a hazy sky,
Gray and blue all at once …
On a distant hill loons cry,
Sharp shrills breaking into the still air,
Their voices like loss,
Faintly I see the outlines,
Venus in the darkening sky,
Star light … star bright,
Wish I may … wish I might,
In these dreams,
I always wish for you …

Love leaves,

Frozen, wintry laughter,
Wrought, false and dry,
Golden amulets of teardrops,
Crisp and cold,
Break down in minuscules
And run runnel,
flitting the scape,
Down the napes into capes,
Cleft between sadness and joy,
Threnodies and carols,
A silent bleeding,
For at first crack,
The reindeers trudge on home,
And tonight, love leaves,

Missing you…

Every night is the same,
The world is still,
Held in place by memories
The moon…
The stars…
Your smile…
Moments forever cherished,
Fill this room,
And I miss you even more!