HOW MANY TIMES

How many times have I been told to think outside the box
When what they really meant
Was to lock myself in a box
And if they had to, they would gladly pay the rent.

How many times have I been towed towards perfection
But ended up just as imperfect
Thoughts borne out of great obstruction
When the world questions, will I ever be correct?

How many times have I been toyed, that I can be all I wanna be
The truth half-told can really be destructive
The times I believed, I was led to see
The path so strict; where art thou creatiVIty?

How many times have I been stowed away
Locked inside a box of rules
Hoping one day, to find my way
To the land, where I rule.

Chukwumerije Somadina




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#01/01/2017

AWAKE

Gifts from the gods lies therein
In the heart of every man
Who seeketh it, to find.

For somedays I am left to ponder
These secrets, which I have come to know
Lies therein, but rumbles like thunder
Only if we would let it grow.

Gifts from the gods lies therein
But here lies a man who blames the gods
For that he deserves not, but is still therein
But here lies a man in mud
Only if He would wake that which lies therein

I know two kinds of people
One grows and one kills
I know two kinds of people
One wakes and one slumbers
I know two kinds of people
THE GREAT AND THE UNGRATEFUL.

Chukwumerije Somadina




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#02/01/2017

12:95

It was 12:95 when the bells started ringing deep in my mind, making me feel like a rebel, cause I have been fighting sleep.

It was 12:95 when my mind went blank as the paper stared back at me asking "Why are you awake?"

It was 12:95 when my brain made the call to my eyes, telling it to shut it's doors, it was getting too late.

It was 12:95 when I stared at page 267, all I could see were scrambled lines cause my eyes picked the call. Then I realized the eyelids were not the doors to the eyes.

It was 12:95 when I bowed to page 267, rising, only to bow again. The bells kept ringing, "Why are you awake?"

It was 12:95 when I bowed again, not to the page and rose again, because these push-ups could really help.

It was 12:96 when I turned to page 268. Awake I must be. But why?

Chukwumerije Somadina




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#03/01/2017

OH BABY
Oh baby tell me what I heard ain't true Your dad told me your dowry is due We are just 6 months into this thing And my pocket is still thin Oh baby I don't know what to do.


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OUR FATHER

Our Father, who art in heaven
Give us bread, even if it's not leaven
I am the second out of seven
And our oldest is just eleven.

Hallowed be thy name
Which though not written in any hall of fame
The pains of the cross, only you overcame
To set with love, the heart of man aflame.

Thy kingdom come
Shining with light, burning from thy wisdom
Which thou will share gladly to anyone who overcomes
The rules of this world, which seemeth like the right custom.

Thy will be done on earth
Where thou through death
Gave us a rebirth
That we might flourish in health, which conquers death.


Chukwumerije Somadina


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05/01/2017

SOMUADINA


What is in a name?
That is the question we ask
Not chosen because of its fame
For ahead lies a task.

They said together we can go far
Holding each others hands
But can I ask you a question sir?
What if no one takes my hand.

For if I am not meant to be alone
But to carry everyone along
Why does the world feel like a stone?
A place I don't feel among.

Because I have seen enough of this world
Just like it's sitting across me at dinner
But despite these woes
My son, your name would be SOMUADINA.


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JUST LIES

We don't pretend when someone dies
Not out of fear that they might resurrect
But just to correct the lies
We told, when they were still erect

His story told like he was there
Oh, what a wonderful guy he was
Loved everyone like his dear
Maybe if he knew, he wouldn't be was.

Laid to rest like a king
In a casket made of diamonds
Wore golden rings
His name was Raymond

Buried like a king
Lived like a poor man.


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Appreciate the living now they are alife.

WHEN I SAY NO I FEEL GUILTY

When I say no, I feel guilty
Even if its the right thing to say
Sometimes its to a friend
Asking for something I cannot give.

When I say no, I feel guilty
It might even be to my bar
Sometimes I act like I do not send.
Like I an so insensitive.

When I say no, I feel guilty
To the guy asking why
In the exam. He has me only to depend
This joke is getting expensive.

When I say no, I feel guilty
Sometimes I ask why
But if I live just to pretend
And I am called sensitive

When I say yes, I might feel guilty too.


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GOOD FRIENDS

Good friends are found everywhere
Though they are very rare
It is difficult to find them
But when you find them
They prove not to be mere

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LIFE RULES

If thou haventh loved
Thy heart hasnth start beating
If thou thinketh thou has all problems solved
Thou haventh start reading

If thou thinketh thou knoweth all
Thou prepareth thy way for downfall
If thou loveth with all thy heart
Thou prepareth thy heart for heartbreak

If thou forgiveth all that sinneth against thee
Thou would have all thy sins forgiven
If thou giveth to the poor
Thou wouldnt lack.

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THE SECONDS THAT MATTER

Life goes by every second.
We achieve things in a second
But they become history the next second
So why do we strive to achieve these things
That lasts only for a second ?

Because of these seconds we live on
For these are the seconds that really matter
And if we can have enough of these seconds
We would have lived.

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Once upon a time
There lived a boy
Who cared less about time
And played everyday with toys.

He had parents who had no dime
Soon, he ran out of toys
He decided it was about time
He found a way to earn for his toys.

He soon found out, you can toy with all but time
And if he really had to buy his toys
He must care more about time
And quit spending time with old toys.

This little boy who cared less about time
Finally could afford his toys
Cause he cared more for time
And all day, he played with his toys.

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With hair well brushed
And shoes well laced
He ran for the bus like he was rushed
With smiles all over his face

I stared and wondered
What was inside him that left?
I had little to ponder
When he came home the same way he left.

My son usually was scattered
Came home as dirty as ever
But now, his appearance was all that mattered
And he seemed to be neat, forever

Then everything became new
Maybe he had something to prove
Then I knew,
My son was in love.

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Enjoying the poems too...

It all started with a truth or dare
The game seemed exciting but I didn't give a care
I was just playing to the rules
Cause this game was supposed to make me look cool.

Under the device of a game
This evil is renamed
When last did you have sex?
List that girl sitting at your next

We calk it just a game
Are you sure, it is just a game?
But if it truely is just a game
Then let's give it a befitting name.

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A FANS PRAYER

lord I ask one thing today
That Manchester united wins
They play Liverpool this day
And we really need to win

We have won six games in a row
And we still in the sixth position
Make this the seventh in a row
Let's see if we could change position

I pray to not lose
I also pray we win with a big margin
Cause Everton just gave city a lose
And we need to close down the margin

This I pray with all my heart
Don't be angry with me lord
I pray not for Liverpool to lose
I only pray for united to win.

© Chukwumerije Somadina

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In this economic recession
All we need is financial precision
To make decisive decisions
That will save us from extinction.

Though we elected a president
Whose country he is non-resident
It has become quite evident
That we are victims of an electoral accident.

Lest I forget
We have an economic team whose only target
Is to stop trade in the black market
While sweeping everything else under the carpet.

© Chukwumerije Somadina

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Sometimes we find that one person That has all we desire But something would be missing
Somedays, all that could go wrong Actually go wrong Somedays, all that could go right Actually go right
Somedays we achieve all we set out to achieve Somedays we get all we planned to get Somedays we fail despite the preparation.
What is in this life That guides its motions? What makes somedays good? What makes somedays cursed?
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Sometimes we find that one person
That has all we desire
But something would be missing

Somedays, all that could go wrong
Actually go wrong
Somedays, all that could go right
Actually go right

Somedays we achieve all we set out to achieve
Somedays we get all we planned to get
Somedays we fail despite the preparation.

What is in this life
That guides its motions?
What makes somedays good?
What makes somedays cursed?

© Chukwumerije Somadina

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We only hear about it
When someone prominent dies from it
Then we throw our face away from it
After all the money he has eaten, he deserves it

But there is a sick poor man dying from it
He heads to the traditionalist to find a cure from it
After so much dangling of head over a bucket
He finally kicks the bucket

Yearly 7.6 million people die from it
Though we haven't found a cure for it
We don't even know the main cause of it
But we are working heard to defeat it

Its rare to find survivors of it
But one day we will find a cure for it
And finally defeat it
We must defeat cancer.

© Chukwumerije Somadina

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There is no systematic way
Depends on the situation
You can kneel or you can sit
You can cry or you can laugh

There is no systematic way
To this powerful gift
Through this we shift our problems
To the one who truly cares

There is no systematic way
To talk to God
You can give thanks, you can lament
You can blame then ask for forgiveness

There is no systematic way
For him to reply.

© Chukwumerije Somadina

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2008 he became president
Thereby setting a precedent
In worlds history
Thereby giving we the blacks, hope for a new story.

Though he wasn't perfect
After all, no man is perfect
He fulfilled almost all his promises
And set America towards the path of promise

He wasn't born in Oklahoma
But he was born in the summer
And he killed Osama
Farewell President Obama.

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