Hi friends, my name is MrPoet. I will be leading you to my Secret Poetry Chamber as much as I can. Feel free to join and interact with me and mind you, don't be shy of my pen. Its a free world, your beautiful and ugly comments are highly welcome. You can as well criticized the ink of my pen. I hereby welcome you all to my Secret Poetry Chamber.

 AWON ENEMIES

Becoz my story appear for GOOGLE
See as my enemies dey STUMBLE
Them think say I go FUMBLE
But thank Baba God I dey HUMBLE
I say I won be the latest COUPLE
See as them dey MUMBLE
With God by my side, am CAPABLE
Because I no dey GAMBLE
Them see me dey eat NOODLES
Them say no other food on my TABLE
With my pen, I know am ABLE
To cut off their wings CABLE
But Omo jeje no dey coz TROUBLE

See my poem as he dey BUBBLE
And my friends dey eat ham like APPLE
Some say my poems too dey PURPLE
Yet bad belle people still dey GRUMBLE
One by one them don dey TUMBLE
With God all things are POSSIBLE
Na the talent dey make me ABLE
My poems scatter them like SCRABBLE
Yet them still dey call me JOHNBULL
Nevertheless am not even BAFFLED
Even if your gramma dey break BOTTLE
No think say you fit turn ham to BATTLE
Becoz dem no fit break my ANKLE

See as dem dey fight for my TITLE
Just becoz say I be good EXAMPLE
And my life style is so easy and SIMPLE
This world is a funny and crazy JUNGLE
My poem can give you a sweet JINGLE
I know say them go still dey RUMBLE
But Baba God go make them CRUMBLE
Hahaha dem see my poem like PUZZLE
Becoz he dey hook them like SICKLE
This earth dey inside one big CIRCLE
Therefore my poem is MARKETABLE
Them say their own no dey TRADABLE
Big Authors say I will be REACHABLE
Just becoz my poems are ENJOYABLE

Lets stop this fight make we be SINGLE
And together make our love be TRIPLE
So that we go fit be pointing SAMPLE
In reconciliation we go com be DOUBLE
With unity we go be UNSTOPABLE
You need not to look very VULNERABLE
Then your story too go dey WRITEABLE
Your story will then be RECORDABLE

I've written this poem to be ADORABLE
So that it will be plainly READABLE
You yourself has find it ADMISSIBLE
At last we are all now COMFORTABLE
So salute my ink for being INTELLIGIBLE

#Mr_Poet

IN THE PRISON

In the prison,
My thoughts wandering here and there
Waiting for the day I will see the sun set
Moonlight tales I told my fellow prisoners
The sweet memories of my life have I shared
With a solid liquid tears to cheer them up
Together we've joyfully lament the cause of being here
As we prayerfully await the second coming judgement
If it be possible, let the first judgement pass over us

The name we bear today and the uniform in us now
Was never a mustard thought or desired to our enemy
But can't fate be changed within a seconds of time?
What more is left for a convincted innocent murderer to say?
Even if my name is shown on media for any clear justification
What speed of light miracle will ever happened of a sudden
Knowingfully well that my eyes will soon be closed in an hour
The speed of your expensive car will still not beat the traffic
If at all, any one was able to beat up the traffic with speed
Five among us has been called upon for our execution
But who among us will be first, we never can tell
Moreso, my people know not where I have been for five years

Those who's family has found their lost ones
Were lucky of the changed fate in a seconds
Some among us has obstinately fought for their destiny
Knowingfully well the out come of their fate
And to some among us, they have freed without a cause
But what will I say of my fate and my crew
Already the jailer had sounded the trumpet
And our names have they called with the gate opened
All these have I written in space of time and
Quickly squeezed it to the hand of the jailer


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TEARS OF A MOTHER

Tears of a mother,
Carefully droping around her cheeks
As she flash back her rough story
With her right fingers folded around
Her cheek and seated all alone
On her little carved stool like
A dead seated mighty tree

Tears of a mother,
Her sons and daughter has left
Her in the dark green forest to
Further their education in a white
Land, where their return is uncertain
The pain is so heavy in her heart
With heavy rain of tears from her
Eyes like a speechless crying baby

Tears of a mother,
Desolation has stood with her all
Days and nights, hypertension has
Refused to retreat his colded hands
On her, where are your children?
Have they forgotten you so soon?
Without a single trace of where
They have come from?

Tears of a mother,
Even though she could not read
Or write, to have asked about them
Yet the drop of her tears has reached
And pierced their heart with
Solidicity and liquidicity
Will they now pay her a visit?


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THE BRIDE AND THE GROOM

My eyes raised to the sky
And behold the wonderful
Words of imaginations
Flying higher in the sky
Far above my reach or count

At the moon rise of the day
I set out to watch the cloud
Giving way for the new sky and
Think about the stories by moonlight
Not so long, the stars welcomed me
For my gentle and patient stay

Then I asked myself a question
Where as the groom run to? Leaving
His bride all alone in the dark hour of the night
Is this the so called love about the bride and the groom?
Without a little further, the new bride
Sent her little zephyr to whisper her little answer

The groom stays with her bride
All through the sunny day and
Gave her some hours in the night
To show her natural beauty to the world
Then and only can you see their little children
Blinking up there in the sky

So when the hours are past
Then came the groom early in the day
And adore her beauty with a sunny friend
Even while I yet chat with their children
So in hurry the groom appered and
In a twinkling of an eye, the groom
Spread round the sky covering the
Morning beauty of his new bride

Oh what a love to share
About the cloud and the sky
Biding me to stay more with them
Early in the morning, rush I do
Watching their blinking children in the sky
So I say my wishes to the air
Just before the groom appear

Always wanting to see the child,
Who will be the last in the sky
But the first or last I cannot tell
Hoping oneday somehow
The first or last I will tell


#Mr_Poet

Kudos to you brother! More ink to your pen.

MrPoet:
THE BRIDE AND THE GROOM

My eyes raised to the sky
And behold the wonderful
Words of imaginations
Flying higher in the sky
Far above my reach or count

At the moon rise of the day
I set out to watch the cloud
Giving way for the new sky and
Think about the stories by moonlight
Not so long, the stars welcomed me
For my gentle and patient stay

Then I asked myself a question
Where as the groom run to? Leaving
His bride all alone in the dark hour of the night
Is this the so called love about the bride and the groom?
Without a little further, the new bride
Sent her little zephyr to whisper her little answer

The groom stays with her bride
All through the sunny day and
Gave her some hours in the night
To show her natural beauty to the world
Then and only can you see their little children
Blinking up there in the sky

So when the hours are past
Then came the groom early in the day
And adore her beauty with a sunny friend
Even while I yet chat with their children
So in hurry the groom appered and
In a twinkling of an eye, the groom
Spread round the sky covering the
Morning beauty of his new bride

Oh what a love to share
About the cloud and the sky
Biding me to stay more with them
Early in the morning, rush I do
Watching their blinking children in the sky
So I say my wishes to the air
Just before the groom appear

Always wanting to see the child,
Who will be the last in the sky
But the first or last I cannot tell
Hoping oneday somehow
The first or last I will tell


#Mr_Poet

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ARE YOU READY?

See me like a Prince
Let me see you like a Princess
I wants to be a King
So you can be my Queen
Let me be called a Poet
So you can be my Poetess
Am tired of being a Bachelor
So stop being a Spinster


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ALL OF A SUDDEN

What are we doing here?
And how do we got here?
Who caged us here?
Are we going to survive here?
Or we are ready to die here?
Do you remember how we came here?
Did anyone carried us here?
How come we find ourselves here?
What then will be our fate here?
Are we ever going to leave here?
And who do we talk to here?

So what then is our purpose?
If all these happened for a purpose
Perherps we are to think of our purpose

If our coloured blessful eyes are closed
Will the gate then still be closed?
But what if the gate is closed

Will our soul find a place to rest?


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THE INVENTORS

My busy wondering mind
Took me adventure of imagination
As I pondered about the Poet and the Scientist
In ability, identity, vitality and equality
Together they called theirselves 'Inventors'!
Same features they claim to share
Minds of creativity, they both claim
The Scientist has invented a pen and
The Poets has saved the world with their pen
Who then is an inventor?


#Mr_Poet