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cbase (m)
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Re: Rhymes
« #320 on: September 25, 2008, 06:27 PM » |
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your astral body exploded on Impact but thank God Candide that your earthly body is intact and thank you for coming back to the rhyming pack 
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cbase (m)
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Re: Rhymes
« #321 on: September 25, 2008, 06:32 PM » |
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I THINK TIS ABOUT TIME TO MY RHYMES, MIME PUTTING BEHIND ME, STORIES OF HUNGER POVERTY AND GRIME AND AGES WHEN I HAD NO DIME SIP MY JUICE AND LIME WHEN AM THIRSTY AND FOR DRINK PINE THERE'S ALWAYS AROUND A BOTTLE OF RED WINE FROM THE THE FINEST OF GRAPEVINES ACAN YOU SAID WITH RHYME THERE'S NO CRIME IF YOU WERE A GIRL, BELIEVE ME, JUST FOR THAT LINE IF I COULD, I'LL MAKE U MINE. SIMPLY MY RHYMES I GET IN LINE TUNING THEM, THE FLOW AND RHYTHM FINE BALANCING THEM OUT MATHEMATICALLY LIKE SINE AND COSINE TIS EASY FOR ME , COS I'VE BEEN ON IT SINCE I WAS NINE. JUST KIDDING, JUST RHYMING 
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cbase (m)
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Re: Rhymes
« #322 on: September 25, 2008, 06:46 PM » |
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Time to again write, But I can’t, because I can’t think right.
I’m blue and all sad Three years relationship suddenly went bad
Thought they said absence makes the heart grow fonder Why tis never the same for me leaves me to nothing but ponder
I loved her She knew it; I treated her like my Ma.
Her excuse “CB, you love me too much” Now doesn’t every girl pray for such?
A man who would do anything for you, Wouldn’t play around with ya heart, still and even after vowing “I do”
This is a girl I woulda loved to marry Pity she couldn’t for just 6 months tarry.
I called her everyday I know tis not the same staying with her all the way
But I have my obligations It’s something that calls for no negotiations
She knows it I too know it, we agreed on it.
Made our promises to each other as I departed It’s barely 3 months and from the promises she’s parted
It’s hard for her, I know that, But hey, I wasn’t too having it easy my own part.
Whoever said “what men can do; Women can even beta do”
Maybe I really loved her much Maybe I shoulda played around with her, act all tough, and other girls watch.
I keep wondering, does it mean all these time she never loved me? Tis not fair, why lead me on all these years, she shoulda let me be.
But she’s gone Am I done?
Can I love again? Can I bear another pain?
I can’t see answers But I see flowers
They still look beautiful and they bloom, I’ll be a groom
“The beautiful ones are not yet born” I know, may be they’ll come when am all old, ragged and torn While I wait, I guess ….ha ha ha I’ll watch me some porn.
Don’t mind me, just kidding, that was a sad laugh, I’ll sit up, get up, go out and search me my better half
Why call it “Heart Break”, I feel as if every part of me is broken, but I’m a survivor Am I not a man, descendant of King Solomon, the woman predator, full of favor?
I’ll hunt me down a lady Who’ll treat me like a baby.
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Cayon (f)
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Re: Rhymes
« #323 on: September 26, 2008, 02:08 AM » |
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lend me your strength when my own is depleted lend me your courage when my spirit is defeated lend me your arms to lay when I need safety and rest I'll give unto you my very best
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ACAN (m)
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Re: Rhymes
« #324 on: September 26, 2008, 07:46 PM » |
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@cbase you are really keeping this forum hot like volcano you are erupting your rhymes, they are hot
i feel like a pilgrim in the same land i have been before though am spiced with ingredients, like free styling in hardcore as i said to rhyme is not a crime but a way to curdle a vital message with no one paying a dime waxing words so nutritious like grapes and lime like bricks they come with force taking every one on a just course unlike refugees that want to take power back by force
i hope i have the paste to play along still rhyming and keeping the forum strong as i have obliged to write, maybe someday put it as a song preaching to the society to ceased from crimes and doing wrong embraced ourselves so we all can live as one and grow strong
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cbase (m)
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Re: Rhymes
« #325 on: September 26, 2008, 09:00 PM » |
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Thnks AC for the Compliments, Na God I want the thread Hot, that is why with rhymes I Tie us together like Cord @CayonNice Rhymes dear, as fresh as just from the pot. keep it up, dropping it like tis hot. I always thought What I taught, Would get me that which I sought But No, it isn’t so, as I sort Through the things with me brought Or rather from the market bought Now I know I Ought To have with force wrought Whatever it was from the drought. Oops! Sorry dear, that's not for dash Relax, enjoy yourself, it’s a birthday bash Just as there's difference between Catch & Cash As there's in watch and wash. Always bearing in Mind To pay my dues back in cash or in kind When its time, just like the wind Be sure, I'll break some Hind. 
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Cayon (f)
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Re: Rhymes
« #326 on: September 27, 2008, 11:22 AM » |
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help me to recover from the fear I feel tonight I give you a love so real breathe into me new life, so baby come close as I discharge old memories and painful ghosts.
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cbase (m)
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Re: Rhymes
« #327 on: September 28, 2008, 01:29 PM » |
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@Cayon
Cay, your fears are real the tremors, believe me I so Much Feel A new life, tis what I want, So to You, I draw Close make me forget, old hurts, and memories that comes back as Ghosts
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Ruby_Pearl
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Re: Rhymes
« #328 on: September 29, 2008, 04:24 AM » |
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There was a time when care was given To the dead and the living Now it has been found missing With evil and cruelty we went looking hoping to find care that was hiding because of people's chiding yet no one knew the best way to search or the best method to approach The timid fragment of care that was once there 
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vincentbab (m)
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Re: Rhymes
« #329 on: September 30, 2008, 12:16 PM » |
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check my rhymes
In town On gown Like a clown With a frown
Who seals the deal? Of clouds roaring aloud Like a need in deed I pray I play
Shallow and hollow Follow or sorrow Fallow like a sparrow I mush I must
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Cayon (f)
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Re: Rhymes
« #330 on: October 01, 2008, 01:07 AM » |
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this stranger, I have never seen his face All I know, his name is Cbase Until I get the courage, he will always be a mystery Today I learn to say in Yoruba "Do you want to kiss me" 
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cbase (m)
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Re: Rhymes
« #331 on: October 02, 2008, 09:23 PM » |
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@ CAYONGone were the days when we were strangers because Rhymes thread, had brought us Together, Closer The day before you learnt to ask a question in Yoruba Today I learnt to answer In Hausa "Yes I would very much like to Kiss You  " Tis something I think I very well can do.  Now don't think I'm all proud and very full of My Self No, but somewhere I learnt to wear my Image Confidently like an expensive Perf. That's Me, CBaseBTT Jokingly said I dey Craze  In Joke Section http://www.nairaland.com/nigeria/board-15.0.html, They too said am a Case  But they're all wrong, because I'm CB-->>ChristBase  True you haven't seen me I'm no ghost, Just Name the place and time & there you'll see me. Trust me I'll be there in a Jiffy if only you would say the word "Come" Or Perhaps, we can always chat, the ID's cbase@ymail. come, srry . cum, ohh cbase@ymail.comI hope I got that, these days I can't spell right, I feel It, I know it, am Old alright  but ha ha  I'm young at heart and bright when you get 2 my age, you forget about strength and might and rely on your brain and experience to put you right all day and night.  So Cay, CBase 2 you, is a name, no longer a Mystery Now, the Introduction's Over, maybe we'll talk about dowry 
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cbase (m)
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Re: Rhymes
« #332 on: October 07, 2008, 08:24 PM » |
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Oh! I still have the last post, Nobody's been here yet, by the way, I wrote that while in the Toilet,  while letting out some droplets Ha, Ha, Surprised?, I'm no kokolet  but I've got one long thing, and Tis "To Let" 
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Cayon (f)
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Re: Rhymes
« #333 on: October 08, 2008, 04:35 AM » |
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I just want to tell you that I am very upset Imagine I have to read this "I wrote that while in the Toilet" Anyway, I forgive you so forget about the past But next time don't write a poem while wiping you a** 
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firestar (f)
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Re: Rhymes
« #334 on: October 09, 2008, 12:49 PM » |
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Alas! I find myself on the floor, Clutching my belly caused not by cramps nor sores. But from a bout of hysteria rooting from a certain poet whose flash of brillance came while Nature called behind closed doors! 
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princesa (f)
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Re: Rhymes
« #335 on: October 20, 2008, 05:31 PM » |
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i will be back  to bring in the spark and make my mark in this beautiful rhymin park
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bankhead (m)
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Re: Rhymes
« #336 on: December 11, 2008, 02:44 PM » |
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yo colors, it seems you are the illest but i must say you just met the realest i"m not here to take your title but i do think most of your lines are recycled say u are simply deep well sorry miss, it all changes this week.
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princesa (f)
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Re: Rhymes
« #337 on: December 11, 2008, 04:30 PM » |
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did you awake this thread to start a rhyme battle dude 
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cbase (m)
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Ha Ha Ha Princesa! You're quick dear, I bet Bankhead doesnt know the cost of battle is dear by the way 'Cesa u dont often come here again, your getting bloody with rhymes rite? 
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princesa (f)
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You cant imagine who the beautiful breeze blew unto us  My dearest Kelechi, I have asked so much about you from Micheal Why did you leave without a word or rhyme  Am I glad you are back? Yes offcourse, are u hooking up with the Jokes crew  Well about my irregular visit of this NL, I just had something else up,  but I do come here once in a million while, just like you have made me done so now, yeah my bloody rhyme thread suffered too, I got no more fire in me to write bloody ???by the way did I tell you that ‘ The pastor” cured me off my possessing spirit, so I guess am free of demons for now. . , . . lol  Whats up? Are you back for real then? 
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cbase (m)
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You bet for the time being sha 
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oreshade (m)
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, HIDE IN PEACE BANKHEAD, a a b c d e Ha ha ha bank head Funny art thou dude Do you call these rhymes?: a a b c d e What rhyme scheme is this?
I bet you do not want this Battle for you just threw towels On the battle field While you expect your head To fight the battle of blood
If you wish to battle bankhead Do not call for princesa dude For you will step on toes That will bit you to the bones Of your ugly sticky poetry of mess
I do not call you to plea Or run around filled with glee But all I say is that you flee Far away where your head of prey Will still be safe as a bank of mess
Bank head dont jump into the feild For your head has no solid Taste for rhymes As those of the princesa's stalwarts So go hide your head in peace abbcac ccbbb bbccc aaaac bbccc
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oreshade (m)
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cbase did you know?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADIES not that I cramed it nor at all did I know it but it seems I saw it in the beautiful wit so I slowly went to check straight their date of birth right in the profile tract
lo and behold guess what I found CAYON's buffday is on the 13th day NICE's own is today while mine was on the 4th day all in this witty month of April to say the list of my suprised head,
to know that these witty girls were born in my month makes me happy so when next you see a witty girl ask her if she was born in April the month filled with poetry Of wit,
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oreshade (m)
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NIZE not NICE Second stanza of the poem please The 'happy birthday ladies' Hope you like it ladies
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oreshade (m)
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PRINCESA IS NO WEAK Oh rhymers of bliss Lest we forget 'Ces Is in no way weak,perhaps She is into one of those Numerous exams she does That keeps her so busy as Though her life depends On it though it depends But am sure, very sure poets That when again she is Through with these exams If there are any exams At all she will be back with us But till then we miss You and remember as They say that Silence Atimes is louder than words,
And as she said with no jerk She will be back To bring in the spark And make her mark In this beautiful rhyming park
We await you 'Ces
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oreshade (m)
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OOH MY EYES It seems what Appeared at The profile tract To be buffday date (s) was just the date (s) the ladies became part Of the esteemed poet (s) of Nairaland's wit Eitherways poet (s) enjoy the first Year of being at The poetry wit And next time at The internet I will put My glasses with it 's geekness right On before I write A poem of wit
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ACAN (m)
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I had to proclaim that this forum pervades like a plant with adequate potassium we all have created and sparked up this auditorium with words from our heart till thy kingdom come as am back to pay my dues to the forum with my lyrical savour decorum rhythmically i am addicted with words like a sailor addicted to his bottle of rum i excavate words like a rapper doing hardcore unlike bankhead (m), am sticky, i don't need to form my words are unadulterated, unmixed, but pure
If i were you bankhead (m), i will pick up from the grass not calling on your mom any time you want to wipe your ass try to be polite to everyone especially the ladies in rhyme zone we educate ourselves, we all believe in doing this it has been embedded in us like our culture and appreciated by viewers now and in future this is serious business, not an adventure so i really hope you get the picture and next time you want to say something, pls let it be nice as a pal, this is just a piece of advice
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ACAN (m)
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hi colour, long time no see.
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oreshade (m)
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, IS SHE HUMAN, Let the sun be dead And the moon lay on bed Let the stars twinkle not For I see clearly this night
Not with the aid of torch lit Or any man-made light But the light I see through Is one within her beauty flu
As she glowed so bright Sparkling like rainbows Drenched in silveric tint Radiating my lonely heart
Behold the God of beaut You have created on this planet A perfect being with eyes So gorgeous and milkily wet
If at the end I marry you What food will I give you? What clothes will you wear? And what shelter will you bear?
The food tilled from sand? The clothes that fades? Or the shelter that crumbles? Tell me my sweet maiden of beaut
You are too priceless to be owned Too valuable to be seen Too pretty to be touched And too angelic to be human
Now I wonder In the solitude of time Groping here and there Are you human?
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