@ ACAN
I love this poem too. . .
It's great and real.

Nilla, happy new year to you as well!!! And of course to everybody else in here too.

thanks nilla, i appreciate.

ORIGINS


Oh Nigeria, the land of my birth,
How long shall you suffer?
worn out by the weight of hopelessness
Amongst wishes for better qualities of life.

Whose desire for incorruptible leadership
Is as distant as the starry skies.

Oh sweet land of tropical bliss,
Do your mosquitoes still bite at night?
Do your cocks still crow at dawn?
Yearning to announce a new era of hope for your children
From the hardships and desperations of your ghettos.

Oh Nigeria, my Fatherland
Does your endless political strives still
Drowns the mind with uncertainties.

Like a burning candle,
Melting beneath the heat of its own light,
I melt with compassion for you,
My Motherland

Oh sons and daughters of Nigeria,
How long shall you long?
From wishful thoughts.

It is I,
I said,
Let me cut your coats for you
According to you sizes.

Like Oliver Twist,
I wanted more
Bean cake and Fried cassava porridge
Processed on worn out kerosene stoves.

I'm from the tongue that discerned the taste,
I'm from the stomach that couldn't discriminate.

I am from the Country of power outages
Whose electric bills had been paid
Yet there was no electricity to use.

I am from fields of shattered dreams,
I lent a helping hand
From my broken wings,

I couldn't afford to buy some glue
I've had too many mouths to feed.

hey guys, happy new year. am back.

nnilla, franc and others plz welcome me back.

wats is goin on in the thread, am confuse at the moment

Acan,

Dear, I cried to read these very true words. Not able to relate, partially capable of understanding; yet i empathize all the same. I wrote this to my husband:


I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK
I CAN SEE YOU HAVE SOME THINGS ON YOUR MIND
I WON'T ASK YOU TO GO FOR A WALK
THESE DAYS, IT ALL SEEMS LIKEIT'S ALL A WASTE OF TIME
YOUR THOUGHTS HAVE BECOME BOULDERS
AND YOU'RE CARRYING THE WORLD ON YOUR SHOULDERS
BUT WOULD YOU DARE LAY FREE IN THE BOSOM OF YOUR ETERNAL LOVER?

PUT YOUR HEAD IN MY HANDS AND JUST FOR TONITE,
TRUST ME WITH YOUR THOUGHTS, LET ME MAKE EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT.
OKO MI A TA TA, SLEEP IN MY LAP AS LONG AS YOU WISH
I'M SERVING MYSELF TO YOU. MY LOVE, YOUR FAVORITE DISH
LET ME RUB YOUR SHOULDERS AND TAKE AWAY THE PAIN
HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW GREAT YOU ARE? YES? WELL LET ME SAY IT AGAIN

THE MOUNTAINS WILL GIVE WAY TO YOU,
BE PATIENT, GIVE IT SOME TIME
LIFE WILL DO WHAT YOU WANT IT TOO
NEVER GIVE UP AND NEVER STOP TRYING
YOU CAN MAKE YOUR DREAMS HAPPEN
ALL YOU NEED IS A LITTLE FAITH
UNDERSTAND IT MAKES ME HAPPY
JUST TO SEE A SMILE ON YOUR FACE
I JUST WANT TO BE BY YOUR SIDE
NO MATTER HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE
I'M TELLING YOU NOW, AS YOUR WIFE
THAT GREAT IS WORTH THE WAIT.

OH BROTHER---OH SISTER!
I had to write you. I think that it’s better this way.
It prevents interruptions in what I want to say.
Years have passed and we haven’t talked about things that are real and true.
It’s seems I focused so much on myself that I forgot about you.
I forgot about the way you laugh, but I remembered how you made me cry.
I forgot how you were always there when others passed me by.
I got so mad, that I told myself that I would be better off alone.
I thought you hated me, so I hated you and that’s why I left home.
It’s sad to me that someone else has my blood running through their veins,
Yet the direct thought that I relate them comes from memories of pain.
We are all older now. My how time does fly.
Of all we’ve gone through together, I can only ask why.
Why when you look at me do you see an enemy or a foe.
Do we hate each other? Never loved each other? Just don’t love each other no more.
We’ve made a habit of blaming each other and even putting our mother at fault.
But God said, come to the altar and ask forgiveness if against your brethren you have any aught.
We were children then, but we’re adults now. Why not leave the past behind.
Will this poem cause another argument? Will this be how we die?
With unforgiveness in our hearts and pure hatred in our minds?
Our family is very slowly but very surely starting to pass away.
We can’t even get together to celebrate a holiday.
We all had a hard childhood. We had things that we went through.
You did things to me. I know that I did things too.
But I want you to forgive me because I have forgiven you.
This is not a judgment but just tell the truth to yourself.
Where you are in life was chosen by you and no one else.
We all went our way, look where life brought us from.
TO VOLUNTARILY GO BACK, IS MORE THAN IGNORANT. IT'S DUMB

Barbel was a lucky find
Who knew so much good could come out of a one night stand
Too many close calls is no good for me
I have being through hell
And now I am here
Experience indeed is the best teacher
As vigilant as the meerkat manor
So has become my approach in every manner
From now onward
May only favorable things come to me
From the casinos of Las Vegas
To the restaurants of London
I said
Let there be fun
Even fun without consequence.

My recess was wonderful.
Welcome back everyone, guess it was fun during the yuletide.
@somegirl
U used my poem for what?
Now u get me really , what's the word now?
I speak Igala and

H A P P Y N E W Y E A R

Feels good to be back,oh boy we av got some nice arse kicking poetry competition in our hands avnt we now?nice poems guys. chuiluv!oh brother oh sister breathtakingly fabulous ACAN u rock too,wheres nilla our judge?happy new year somegirl,franc!wheres genial at?i cant wait tio drop my poem holla

Love fills the room is easy to see~ We're gathered
together where we need to be.
Sharing our joys and heartaches too and finding out
all that is new.
We are so connected,  and I
believe that always makes it so hard to leave.
The power of love is never so strong as when we're with family, where we belong

mmhhh, many poets in here, : BRAVO ALL .!!!!

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Can the room permit me to join ranks with Nilla as judge?
Am not really fit to start writing now.

Sorry, Franc. Is anything wrong?

Yeah, hallucinations,
My heart holds no flair,
It's all but tribulations,
A phase without aspirations,
Far below fair.

It was a request,
That which when fulfilled becomes an honour,
Hoping it ends this sorrowful quest,
A cultivation of things long ignored,
Now, as I recount and nod.

This isn't a poem,
Not a piece for consideration,
Just my failure to strike that rhythm, so many 'ehm',
Knowing this will get me castigation,
Ehm, _ _ _

Hi Franc, for me it is a poem sha. Since I often don't understand poems or just tiny aspects of them, yours very much qualifies as one to me! But joke aside, I get that you are feeling blue right now. Let me tell you that life has more colours than just one and that you'll reach the bright/warm side of the palette again. Until then, we're here for you. If you wish we can cry or we can footle with you. Nilla, Macalurs, isn't that true? Franc's not allone. Dear Franc, take care! *hug*

THE FUTURE

man thinks and wonder
whats going to happen
today, tomorrow or the the day after
but can't come up with a definite answer
though man predicted and anticipated
on plans against the next day
unaware what tomorrow might bring
however this my be
he is content with his plans
since theres life
theres always a hope
that things will come to be better
even if he knows it wouldn't

many have worked hard
towards the future
trying to see what it holds
but have all come short of it
by death or psychological reasons
though the future holds a lot for us
but are we really going to see
what is it , it holds?
or are we still going to be
contemplating and anticipating on it?
however this my be
future will still remain untold
a misery that will never be known
how i wish the future can be review

chiluvGod8 what do u thing abt tis poem. can u relate with it?

SHATTERED TOMORROW

Don't tell me y'all ran out of words
I surveyed the closest world
And unveiled the many beings
And I fear what the future brings
For the future, I saw no prepared somebody
'Cause nobody want to motivate nobody
Everyone wants to discuss irrelevances
Party and drink till our agile day ceases
Little do we know it could backfire
Our dreams, the crooks we breed can murder
And then we keep waiting for a saviour
Hoping to create a pleasant savour
We've got to open our inner eye and see
That all we've got is you and me.

HAVE YOU SEEN HER

as i walk down the street
i heard a whispering sound
it was so feeble that i could barely understand
but i knew by instinct that it whispers to me
that she's somewhere close by
i horridly looked back
hoping i will picture her at a glance
but didn't cause it was just a mere imagination

i see her face and i can't let go
she's always in my mind and in my dreams
but where could she really be
i want her so close holding me tight
that i can feel the warmth of her bosom
her kisses so romantic that it will
remain in my memory for years
and her smile so calm as the sea when it's dawn
as am ennuield in my taughts
i woke up suddenly
and realized i was caught up in an eclipse

would i see her that i have dream th this much about
because it hurts so much
anytime i think about her
if only i can catch a glimpse of her
and feel the warmth of her body
such sweet kisses
and make love to her
my wounded heart will not be heal
have been having nightmares
and am afraid i might drawn in this misery
if i don't find her soon
i don't care how worth it may cost me
i need you so you can take me away
from this misery and put back life in me

Yimsfred i luv wright up.

ACAN:

Yimsfred i love wright up.

Thanks men.

Multitask, your works is nice. keep it up.

Multitask, good job

Real

@somegirl,
Thanks, u just taught me some very nice lessons.

somegirl:

Hi Franc, for me it is a poem sha. Since I often don't understand poems or just tiny aspects of them, yours very much qualifies as one to me! But joke aside, I get that you are feeling blue right now. Let me tell you that life has more colours than just one and that you'll reach the bright/warm side of the palette again. Until then, we're here for you. If you wish we can cry or we can footle with you. Nilla, Macalurs, isn't that true? Franc's not allone. Dear Franc, take care! *hug*

Yes he's not alone.

*double hugs*

The heart aches like a headache

Weighed upon by the uncertainties of life

See? this poor person hopes to become rich

But what does a person who has been wealthy all their life hope for?

Well, I guess power,

More and more of it,

And greed has no end.

Once, I wanted nothing

In the name of organized worship

And now, I want it all

In the name of health, of mind, of body

And every other component that completes me.

Multitask:


The heart aches like a headeach

Weighed upon by the uncertainties of life

See? this poor person hopes to become rich

But what does a person who has been wealthy all their life hope for?

Once, I wanted nothing

In the name of organized worship

And now, I want it all

In the name of health, of mind, of body

And every other component that completes me.

i thought this poem was very good

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