Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems

meeen, see this princesa of a witch
Gasping for breath, blood and leech

How I wish oreshade has the time
To scribble with chain saw on your bossom

Some painful lines of blood meshy poetry
To stop your gnashing teeth of fear and tyranny

How I wish I had the leisurely times
To stop you from feeding on maggoty worms

That you have suddenly become their god,


Have got two more tests next week before my exams, till then stay THIRSTY coward of the underworld,

Am not the coward of any world under or above
much less my own niche"underworld"
good to have a feel of you though
i thought u were gonna let some oda take your place
be tru wit your exams and come party with the witches

uhmm am gonna have  a new dear deer soon

hmmm
interesting
blood suckers!

im not tbk or u have bloodstained eyes?

@ princesa, tkb and others
are you there, am back from my law tests
and will like to kill princesa before I kill my exams
hey friends and compatriots
come lets join hands
to stop the breath in this
blood sucker with ease,

expect my poems
and lets all make our poems
rhyme to give our love for poetry in peace

hmm
my friend came back to party with me
giving such strong gory lines as this ;

and i so much appreciate it, that you came back
but i wont be able to counter-react with you
something else came up
but i will drop some line from time to time
so that the memories of witches dont fade away
Up live witches forever more!!!

@oreshade
hey lawyer, how you dey?
its good you came back o
i think the witch has resigned to fate. YOU WON!!!!!!!!

Princess
what has come over you?
you dont wanna rhyme bloody again?
how is u?
tell me wassup na. your wings clipped?

grrrrrrrin grrrrring the phone rang
He new what the call was
he ws tired of the life
but that life only he had
He dint even ask who was speaking

he only wanted to know who he would be visiting
never will he hold the worm breast of a woman
my dear will clinch to the cold butt of his gun
he had no reason not to go that night
But he had reasons not to come back

as he swept through the dirty streets of ojuelgba
he with a smile to you to get out of his way
geting o his destination
he was back to where it all began
he had arrived at 5 landlord house jakande estate

this was a job that had to be done
this was a job he would have done
but then some powers above vengeance live
the BEAUTY shade had was one of those,
with no funds he would have done the job
but the job was shade,
shades picture he had on the wall of his mind when ever he is getting it with the soaps in the bathroom,  shade had to live and die.


@princa you are one ill moder 4kin poet,

@ tkb
I'd say we won
For its a collective thing

@ princesa
You probably are working
On an explosive poem
To suck my blood with rhyme
My exams will start soon
So I wont be able to rhyme back
But when am through I'll be back
To rhyme you dead

@ nairaland poets
Do not let her canaine
Pierce your skin
So as to suck your blood
I'll be back soon
To kill her again
If she rises again

Hmmmm
I wonder why they say the witch retired
Or stayed behind to bring up more rhyme fire
Cos when she appeared as a guest
And saw the joyous dance of her deers
She felt the anger and urge to put them back to their crawling place
Back in hell where the fire blaze more than a furnace

Can you imagine the triumphant dance of these notorious elves
Tkb, Ore, a new guy, even Epi, but do stay clear cos I don’t deal with girlz
My meal is with the male groomz
Cos in their blood I get my main grooves
Starting from the pleasure of slicing their eyez bit by bit
To the protein to nourish my health from the sumptuous meal of their tasty meat
I would dance also to the rhythm of their pathetic pleas
And coil in pleasure to watch the Oscar winning film of their heart been ripped, piece by piece
They would know a witch never take defeat
Even if it is just an imaginative fixture of their hysteric dreamz
Cos it can never be easy to make me scream.

And girl I loved the picture you put
Though that aint me, am way more cool
Cos the queen Sheba I know the devil can die for
Aint that duckling from the coven third floor
But Let help me you a bit
Picture her in a red flowing, armless fitting top
Bloody sexy to the last whistle call
The kind that entice the men to their pleasure and their definite fall
Cos thatz what she standz for
Beauty and death wrapped up, nothing less but everything more

Now back to this Deers of mine
Here is the death for them stored in line
And this time am making it worth every blood-drop
So they would never be a rebirth of their gibberish, pathetic winnerz talk
Let me start with stabbing thru the carcass of their heart
Then tie them to the stake so they burn to ash
But wait! Not so fast!
Such a death is too quick and sharp
So not the pleasure I had for myself planned
I had better slide down their semi-burnt back
Then released them to the slave master for the further exciting pack
Hear their mercy shrills echo round the town
Their prides being damped by the slave master slash
While I watch from afar the pleasure from their ceaseless cries
I move to tilt up their once ego proud mouth
And with the utmost pleasure, pluck out their eyes with my bare hands
Cut out their earz with the bluntness of knives
And watch with joy as it satiates the hunger of my lovely catz
Back at their bloody face, my spit runs down with mucous and phlegm
And while they give up the last of their battered fate
My triumphant laugh echoes round the world wide plane
I have a paroxysm of satiated fun
Cos I have gotten them back to the floor
I step happily on their dead carcass
And order for it to be pieced and scattered
So while in death they would serve a purpose
To feed my adorable cat and his pet, the cockroach
All done, I go back to the warmth of my lover
Am sure you it’s Lucifer, Cos I love him like no other

Confessions of a witch
Jesus! This is insane
Am just a rhyming brat that let the fun lead her astray
But don’t hold this against me
Please the beauty of heaven, make me to see
All this I ask in the name of Jesus my king
Amen

Note too
Princesa is preparing for an exam
Don’t ask which, just bear it in mind
And please pray for me to pass
So I won’t be here always to rhyme
But that doesn’t mean I retire
So don’t let my thread expire
Thank you

thats all

Pray and hope you pass your exam.  Good luck dear


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Pardon my bad manners darling.  I wish you all the best on your exams and hope your school year is full of enlightening experiences.  And don't give the Profs any trouble the way I did

Best of luck!!!

If this is what you call rhyme
Then you won't see my dime
Can't you see why?
The thread is so dry,
This is not an attempt to deride
I would rather love to grind
         to pieces all this amature rants
         that makes me want to wet my pants

Before you send me to the gallow
Please, learn to swallow
The bitter pill of admonishment
To attain the real accomplishment.

funny enuff, i've always admired this thread
tho' within its walls i always feared 2 tread!
so much blood-sucking and vampirism
but it doesn' t deserve your unfair criticism
if u don't like it, walk on by
n for d babe who started it all, abeg u try!

Princesa, we dey quarrel?
Truly though, you deserve a laurel
Do i really deserve your bashing?
Can't remember giving u any lashing

Getting bloody with rhymed poem?
How will he feel, i mean Don Moen?
A beautiful thread, hampered by so much blood sucking
Skin tearing and eye plucking

@ Maedan
Me? Unfair criticism?
I was talking about the bloody baptism
I will take your advice though
Walk on and not waste my precious dough

@ oreshade,

 welcome ke? i'm just showing respect!
i'm not so bloody as u'll expect
i like to read about them in the books
but not to get into their hooks
by "them" i mean the witches n wizards
they make me scared deep in my gizzard!

well thanks anyway, i appreciate the invite
but like princessa said, my eyes i can ignite
by looking in once in a while
but from all d blood, i'm running a mile!!!