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TWELVE MONTHS


Since January, I have been watching, carefully stalking
Hoping and praying that someday we would start talking
Right then in February, I made the first move
‘Cause I wanted you in my life as a permanent ‘groove’


Still in February, month of love, spirit of valentine
I bought you gifts and for you I robbed, almost face the guillotine
Month of March, we became alien, like friends in Palestine
I kept hoping and became as soft as galantine

April ravings, I told you my mind
You laughed at me; your bravery was one of a kind
I never saw you through till June and my love for you, still confined
You hugged me with tears and said yes! Crazy; my state of mind

We were all love and smiles till late August
When you went down in severe chills and left my mind scattered like sawdust
In three weeks you were hairless, was this the same beauty goddess?
Was this the same lady whom I proudly called the cutest?


Early September, doctor said you had critical cancer
“Is this the end of me?” you asked, no was my answer
You braved it and in September, you learnt and became good dancer
November came, you were weak, down very much with bosom cancer

I prayed to the heavens but all I got from God was silence
In your face was total sadness, your heart full of dryness
December came and you were lively, went on my knees and thanked His Highness
You kissed me and two days later you were cold and lifeless

Twelve months of struggle, love and heartbreak
Quiet I became, filled with heart ache
Devastated and lonely, my fragile heart ached
I wondered why life wasn’t long, shortcake

Life has taught me lessons
Given me curse and blessings
It’s full of darkness and lightning
It’s full of activities but the time is too short and too tight, leggings

Good night love, my half-heart for twelve months.





WE REGRET


A lot of stories
a lot of lies
fingers pointing
no results

We remember those times when
they stood with hungry faces
clearly stricken by poverty
so we pitied them

They came to us with sweet words
saying they know our plight and
will fight for us
Lies!!! All lies!

With ink stains on our thumbs
and joy in our hearts
smiles on our faces
we put them in office

Crocodile tears of gratitude
hungry eyes of theirs
they looked at us and
praised us for "doing the right thing"

Days, weeks and years gone by
no sign of them close by
I hear they live in mansions
while we live in mud huts

They only come when they need us
they never feed us
nothing to show for our stains
stains on the thumbs put on paper

We regret the times we wasted
standing under the hot sun
shouting their praises,
we regret.

We regret the ink we allowed to touch us
the papers we put in boxes
yes we regret
we shall always regret




IMAGE OF HER (Quatern)

She is an archangel
The ‘she’ version of Gabriel
Definitely the unknown descendant of Abel
Her beauty is almost unreal as though in a fable

Maybe,
‘Cause she flawless and it got me thinking like a premature baby
As Lately,
The thoughts of her overpower me greatly

Mind’s on fire
Soul’s taken higher
Heart’s melody sweeter than a choir’s
‘Cause when she talks, even wars gets a ceasefire

They say perfection don’t exist
That is a lie I must admit
To her, my soul is an addict
She is perfection and that is my verdict



WE HAD A FAMILY



We had a family from long ago
We lived in peace and love
Devoid of violence except for
War against disallowed exodus into our land

Suddenly we had monsters in priestly garments
Telling us that we lived in the dark and the deadly ages
That we need to develop pass all those stages
And embrace the civilization of the Mercedes

They told us to go to the church and mosque
To abandon our old ways
We accepted
Then our family started to rip apart

Suddenly we turned villains
Our brother became our enemies
The family broke and we knew not of love anymore
Peace became a tense of the past

We no longer eat from the same plate
We no longer unite anymore
Our land and our blessings are being sold
But all we do is fight it all bloody

Our sense of humanity gone
All the killings we’ve done
We refer to our brothers as “they”
See each other as infidels

We’ve been divided and we’re ruled
A family gone
We had a family
And it was Africa.






Hope you like it?

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Timzy234:
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Interesting poem Tim

LogoDWhiz:


Interesting poem Tim

Thanks sir

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dadevin please comment

Timzy234:
dadevin please comment

I'm no pro, so my comment will b based on my perspective.
12Months is grand, can leave someone in tears even if presented with slow music. like the fact that it is simple and easy to comprehend, the pain of a lost love make d topic more Poetic in my opinion (As Edgar Poe Would say)
We Regret is also a sad poem in my view, all them sly poliTRICKians that prey on the needs of the people to get to the top and once they are there they become gods that don't care. Really common in our beloved Nigeria.
Image of her made me stunned, i like the language u use to portray her beauty...

We had a family is a similar style as the other 3(easy to comprehend and usual language) Another societal problem in Nigeria - Tribalism. Really nice.

Like i said, I'm no pro buh it's worth reading over and over and over... more Inspiration bro...
P.S: Using my phone so cant proofread, do forgive and ignore my errors... Cheers