My Zone, My Love, My Passion

I wanted to be rich and famous,
With a name that is not anonymous,
To enjoy the best things in life,
Married to a beautiful wife.
Driving the best wonders on wheels,
and guaranteed of my daily meals.
So i looked up the list of professions,
But my mind was caught up in confusion,
Asking people for recommendation,
only help increased my heart's commotion.
i decided to think things through on my own,
so that the decision would be my own.
I thought long and hard on what to do,
But none of the professions I saw was cool.
My mind yearned for something as natural as nature,
That would relate to any culture.
I tried my hand at singing,
But of notes and lyrics I had no inkling
I tried to draw,
But it seems I had hands made of claws.
I tried to be a politician,
But it was not honest enough as the profession of a technician.
I tried my hand at boxing,
But I ended up with so much beating.
I tried dancing,
But I felt like a chicken flapping
I tried to be a teacher,
But got rejected by my own daughter.
I tried my hand at cooking,
but i seems to always cook what i was burning
Then I tried writing,
And I enjoyed it like kissing.
So I weighed my options,
With a view of solving my heart’s commotion.
I gave serious thought to be becoming a poet,
It made me feel like a flirt.
Could I really become famous by writing poems?
Is that not like getting high on petrol fumes?
What could I write about?
I asked people around.
I wrote about money,
But my lines were simply corny.
I wrote about love,
But I was still on love’s learning curve
I wrote about how to eat honey,
Well, at least my lines were pretty funny.
So I decided to just flow naturally,
Not letting my lines be done too carefully,
I stayed to enjoy myself,
This I must confess.
Thus writing became my passion,
though not yet my profession.

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Everybody loves winning,
And winning isn’t necessary sinning.
Few of those who love winning are goal getters,
While most are gold diggers.
Most of the goal getters don’t have vision,
Therefore they always fail in their missions.
Some of them have got actions,
But quite a number of them lack imaginations.
They usually have got the funk,
But which more often than not turns out to be junk.
People like that always try to impress,
And also oppress,
Claiming and acting like time achievers,
While all they are big time deceivers.
They lack aspirations,
And at end of the day are always full of lamentations,
Whether you are a goal getter or a gold digger,
It doesn’t really matter.
The world is big enough to accommodate all sorts.
But in all you do always be dedicated,
And surely your life would be less complicated.

_{its 100% original,
ok,
so let use your names}


being on dis island called nairaland,
makes me feel like part of a special band,
i've being writing for a while
don't yet to make a dime.

but 2day,

i got a compliment from a sweet lady named epi,
she made me shout yipee,

nice,  said a certain sean t21,
so ,tonite, 4u,  i will  say a prayer and read psalm 21

Also got a look in from spikedcylinder
her comments sure made me feel tender,

 so, my man gozilla,
welcome to my private villa,

where all i do is write,
enough though i don't always write right

or even write tight,
but it sure makes me feel am in d spot light.


_{@gozilla
does dat answer your q?}

Haha~~NICE~~Tell me when your book of poetry is out.I buy the first copy!!

i got what it takes,
cos i hold all d aces,

soon people of different races and faces,
will come pleading to serve on my terrace,

u think am talking trash?
dat i have got between my legs a rash?

well, stay tuned,
don't touch d dial,
just tarry for a while,

its not too long now,
for soon i will wear d crown,

u still don't believe me?
tonite u will witness d real me.

u are my person anytime,
u need not pay a dime,
u always have a free invite,
to my own special delight,
 here, i try to keep it clean,
cos am d lecturer, d professor, and even the dean,
welcome to my private world,
where i play with words
i do it for the thrill,
for u d privileged few,
charge a fee?
nah, for now its free.
so enjoy it,
don't endure it
 

olulu, thats really great and exceptional well here is one of mine-
i hope you like it:

Tomorrow-
the tale of a day untold
to sorrow or tomorrow

the fate of a dream unleashed
to glory or to sorry

this another thing unknown

bonny and clyde, rite?  



cool one dude, 9ice  

i love dis,
hmmm, cool, ododo oro
 



ok, me turn

 

we make them everyday,
some without thinking,
while some, we do with our full concentartion,
everyday we make a minimum of ten,
maximum of inifinity,
from tiny, everyday stuff,
to the big, once off stuff.
at times we tend to put off the most important ones
while we face d ones that should be put off.
d way and manner we make them
dictates how they affect our lives,
we can't but make them,
and make them we must
think it thru, if we must
but never, ever fail to make them
what do we make , u ask?
well, decisions of course.
from waking up, to standing up,
from eating, to reading,
from friendship, to relationship,
from job, to accomodation,
from sex, to marriage,
we must all make the decisions,
so think,
pray,
and make them,
b4 they make u.

where have i been all this while, this is the place for me. nice jokes dudes

officially on behalf of Olulu i say welcome
and we wait your poems

Love is an emotional feeling,
that makes u feel like u are flying,
it goes way more than just a physical attarction,
its more of a fusion of emotions,
devoid of lamentation,
and condemnation.
Though it invovles plenty of expectations,
and anticipation,
making u want to see the person everyday,
and at every opprotunity to have your say.
It takes over your mind,
puts your heart in a bind,
consumes your time,
and makes u gladly spend your dime.

Love is most times a gain,
but sum times we c more of d pain,
whether gain or pain,
u can always love again,
just make sure u enjoy it,
neva u endure it.

how can someone so ugly come out with things of some beauty 

 Good story line but lacks poetic aura

hope u get to arrest him, or she or it,
before it arrests u
 

thanks dear for loving da poem, stay tuned



 
 
jealous jealous 





flows, but,  . . . . . .  . .  u know
not just quite. . . .  . .