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Forever My heart is full of laughter Because I found what my heart was after And forever, I love how you love me Forever You will have my heart enslaved As long as the sun keep shinning And the stars keep shimmering Forever I will dig your love to bury my pains And get drowned to it like drowning in an ocean Forever My love will be with you Because you are the sun that melts the ice, The moon that brightens the earth And the stars that glamour the sky Forever It's over to you and me To swim in the pool of love to take Comfort knowing that we will be together forever Forever We shall climb the violent mountains And swim across the widest ocean to be Together because forever and ever, you are my ever Forever we shall be connected too each other That you are part of me and I am part of you And forever We shall lay under the tree of love To take shades till we share one bed in death and even in death we are forever and ever (C) Sunday Oyinmiebi |
The unruly companion Who smells tobacco yet waits for an unlucky partner to bear the wicked manhood to bare And enjoy every tear of her cry I don't think the wicked manhood in between the legs will be blessed any day he rapes The very wicked manhood That rapes for pleasure but never feel the pains of the soul that cry for help Heels dug in this tug of war As she is denied of her breath And chocked on the floor For the wicked manhood to let loose She is defeated and he is victorious To walk into his dreams But she walks into a nightmare. A nightmare of bleeding heart or a call to eternal rest Filled with basket of tears and tons of anger Yet No one sees The pains in her chin As she cry herself to sleep And dry all tears by herself Let the wicked manhood in between the legs Be chopped off as compensation for the victims Listen Yell at the top of your lungs To be a voice for those Who have prisoner tongues Against rape Sunday Oyinmiebi |
For you I will bundle the day in my palm To bear the whips and scorns of life With a never tired face or pain For you Tolling and striving daily Is only a daily exercise to keep fit For you The rain is a sun that strengthen my weakness And the sun a rain that cools my hotness For you I will give my all To smoothen the path you walk And courage is my watchword For you Even with my last strength I did play the game of a father (C) Sunday Oyinmiebi |
Lock me down in this lockdown As I give my love to be locked in your locker of love Lock me down oh my dearest For every touch of you Lock me in you in this lockdown Lock me down My red rose For your beauty is enough To turn Nigeria to slavery (C) Sunday Oyinmiebi |
Tell no one I once loved you Not even me because I don't know how I once loved you Oh my dear Tell no one I once loved you And how you were ranked Like a General with stars in my heart Tell no one I once loved you And how your lips tasted like The best liqueur that got me high all night Tell no one I once loved you And how our hearts were frozen in love Tell no one I once loved you And how you danced around me Like a butterfly in the air Tell no one I once loved you (C)Sunday Oyinmiebi |
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I know the tone of your call So don't pretend as if I don't know you Your call carries the tone of an horror movie That gives sleepless nights When you call You come with a smiling face To show the beauty beyond And how everlasting you are You think I don't know you You are coloured with fake smiles And always walk about with dark clothes like a widow's wardrobe Is it not you that called Musa Yar' Adua and the likes of Oronto Douglas? I know the tone of your call And when it's answered Even couples who hadn't spoken for a year Hold hands to shed tears And silence creeps into their heart I know you perfectly So I won't stop for you But you will stop for me To drive me to old age With no haste But I know, one day I shall answer your call Because we shall all go Like Ghana must go Where we shall be laid low, very low In the dark of the soil |
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It's commendable. Therefore, it should be executed |
When Her make up is made up You make up not to breakup When Her make up is made up Her face is like a show glass Where you sow seeds not to breakup When Her make up is made Her hair is like a bed where Your dreams are made up When Her make up is made up Your heart is a speed lane Where you run faster not to breakup When Her make up is made up Like David you watch from the roof top To spill ink across the sheets To hold on... When Her Make up is made up Even the crown of kings bow Not to break up And when Her make up is finally made up Your ATM card will call for a break up
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Like a bottle of coke Let me drink you with a straw As your figure eight Rest on my twelve O Clock Tick Tock Tick Tock The talking Clock awaken my dying silence As my twelve O' Clock rise in rigteous anger Not knowing where to hang his anger But here is the bed Bright like the stars As the lights light on Please, put off the lights As the bed get dark Like a true beginning Where we confess our sins In moaning tongues Even if you want it quick As the third hand of the clock Counting seconds like 1 2 3 He will not stay all day Because like old age His bones will get weak If you like Fake it like a false prophet With a bell on his hand You will still hear the sound of your own voice As my twelve O'Clock move to Six O'clock |
Your Love For Me Is Like A Bowl Of Ijebu Garri It Rises Without Limits And Every Spoon Taken Satisfies My Unflustered Thirst... I Will Sip You All Day Like The Bowl of Ijebu Garri As Your Love Rises In My Lips |
Why don't they resign their appointments two years ago? A month and so the Governorship elections in state is when they realized to let go of their appointments. These are stomach infrastructure politicians who is not certain where the pendulum will swing to. Their defections is not for the interest of the state or how to serve humanity better but to get cheap recognization should incase... |
If Nigeria was a man He would have been a rugged man Born to the streets of gangastarism To inhale some whitish powder from his nose If Nigeria was a man He would have been a rapist Taking turns on teens Like waiting for his turn in an ATM que If Nigeria was a man He would have been the kingpin of kidnapers in the East West road along Elele axis If Nigeria was a man He would have been A dreaded political thug Whose gun sat on our peace And made us slaves in our land For our votes are torn like a piece of paper prepared for some weeds If Nigeria was a man He would have been a uniform man Clothed with cloths of bribery to collect fifty naira at each junction If Nigeria was a man He would have been a PHCN officer who flashes light like torchlight Yet collects bags of cash for bill And if Nigeria was a man He would have been a mace snatcher! Sunday Oyinmiebi |
His gentle but subtle voice echoed Through his expansive incorruptible But corrupt body language had already lied His way to become the occupant of the well Air-conditioned rats village And like sea creatures in the ocean's depth His certificate is lost to the depth of the sea That even the frogman from the US naval war Boat can't find from the murky waters This certificate is like a diamond Hidden in a military zone Asking you to raise your face to face The scorching sun to keep off your eyes As you walk pass the path not to turn Left nor right so you don't find the Whereabouts of this uniform certificate I swear! Na Juju hold this certificate In its arms like a clay pot That our ancestors had booked for sacrifice That even the military dare not to challenge In this shrine |
You are wealthy yet has no wealth You are brilliant yet lack knowledge You are strong yet as weak as the crawling insect You are generous yet your generosity is pomposity You are a wicked king sitting on a Wicked throne without a kingdom Whenever you call Wherever you call Whoever you call All run to bow at your ever Waiting throne without saying goodbye Not even to whisper a silent goodbye As if saying goodbye will wipe these Tears stroking my face silently Champions worship at your feet Kings bow beneath the earth just to answer your call Professors flip the pages of your history to be in your history A stony heart you’ve got. Ah! You are wicked Tell me now, I mean now! Why is your call so important? That whoever you call run to answer your call You took them all Both the young and old Wise and unwise, Rich or poor You call them to lay at your feet And made them equal without classes in your Wicked throne Visions are lying helplessly at your feet Dreams dreamt and dreams never dreamt Are made to worship at your inglorious throne! You are a robber You rob without arms but in your Arms all your victims lay to eternal rest Oh grave! Where is thy victory? Where is thy joy? You are victorious without victory By: Sunday Oyinmiebi |
We started as die hard supporters In this game but we choosed to be two We possessed dribbling agilities That no defender can come near us Your dribbling allusions got to the climax But I never did bad in your 18 yard box I desperately unleashed my arsenals to get A single goal but I couldn’t come near your dwelling Your leg over’s twisted my eyes And chocked me to an internal injury That sidelined me on the bench I said to myself, no one can compete… I quickly beckoned on Ronaldo And Messi while I watch from the sidelines But all I could see is Steven Garrard and Paul Scholes In your midfield that made dangerous counter attacks You kept mesmerizing even the most famous stars with your skills I watched from the sidelines because my injury wouldn’t allow me This game won’t be over without me scoring a goal I once again beckoned on Ronaldinho and Okocha To crush your high flying wings while I rejuvenate on A possible return My injury was a blessing in disguise That I kept throwing my recuperated skills at you while you ran to defend Your defensive capabilities now excellent! That your 18 yard box is a far cry that I couldn’t get a short on target Alas! You must be a Jose Mourinho’s partner That packed the bus in your 18yard box But I am still in search of a single goal In this 89th minute game I kept pressing the ball like Barcelona For a miraculous goal in this added time To go come with three points I went for the last corner kick As I spin the ball down my opponent's 18 yardbox as my topscorer nodded home For a well deserved victory The shouts of goal became my ecstasy As I celebrated down the touchline With P-square’s famous track…GAME OVER By: Sunday Oyinmiebi |
The quite calmness of The midnight cold freezes Into their soul to unlock The silence in their lips And they listened to The sound in their heart Echoed like the midnight wind Cruising into every household And she offered Her lips to his unchained Lips on the divan Like a baby in need of breast milk To survive and He survived from Her smooth and soft Yet sugary lips to dance to the Tune of the wind And he had aroused to Her visible blossoms On a loosed shirt To make love to her In the ocean of desires By: Sunday Oyinmiebi |
The quite calmness of The midnight cold freezes Into their soul to unlock The silence in their lips And they listened to The sound in their heart Echoed like the midnight wind Cruising into every household And she offered Her lips to his unchained Lips on the divan Like a baby in need of breast milk To survive and He survived from Her smooth and soft Yet sugary lips to dance to the Tune of the wind And he had aroused to Her visible blossoms On a loosed shirt To make love to her In the ocean of desires By: Sunday Oyinmiebi |
I pictured myself with you And I saw happiness in the lens of the camera I can picture us on our first date Holding hands onto each other for a breathe I can picture us walking together Admiring peace park that gave us peace I can picture us at Buka swallow To swallow our pride with laughter's in our lips I can picture us standing naked To clothe our naked body with love I can picture us In my quite heart echoing songs That gave me assurance Your assurance is more than insurance I can picture us on the beach Where we ran after each other till our eyes met And we stared at each other with a new pair of eyes And your smiles made me smile like I have never smiled That even the ocean couldn't divide our gaze But announced your beauty With a mighty wave watching over our heart I can picture us kissing for the first time That kiss that left us on shaking knees That we didn't dare to miss I can picture us kissing again The way the breeze kisses the treetops And you hugged me like the cloud That embraced the wind I pictured you in me It's us in one Just one in the camera of love With you, it's ever forever By: Sunday Oyinmiebi
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GlobalGisting:Seriously, those in charge should please try push some good poems on front page. Poets tell a story that could heal broken hearts |
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Please read the second to last paragraph, which clearly explains where your eyes didn't capture. |
In no distant time, precisely Saturday 22nd September 2018; the people of Osun state in the South West will troop out in their numbers to cast their votes for the man who will be the next Governor of the state to replace Rauf Aregbesola and to redirect or re energize their fate in all ramifications. It is a two man race or a two party race that consists of the APC's candidate Adegboyega Oyetola and that of the PDP's candidate Ademola Adeleke. Although, 48 parties and their candidates are scurrying for the hot seat to do the hot Job but considering the facts on ground, it is a two man race. This is because, since the advent of APC who eventually bustled power from the PDP, it had been a two political party contest with other parties playing to the gallery maybe as a result of their insufficient wherewithal or support base. However, one can not outrightly jettison the candidates of ADC, Fatai Akinbade, Mooshood Adeoti of the ADP, the immediate past secretary to the state government and former senator Iyiola Omisore of SDP. Considering the state of vote buying by political parties in our electoral system and the desire of the APC to have a total control in the South West calls for a serious contest. Having taken cognizance of APC outrightly winning all Governorship elections except that of Bayelsa and Anambra under the eagle eyes of PMB, there is need for the PDP and Adeleke to act smartly within the confines of the law to outsmart PMB and the APC if they must win. Therefore, the foregoing can be achieved by studying the templates of Governor Dickson of Bayelsa State. Dickson is one of the current political strategist in Nigeria and he has not lost any election since his breakthrough to the political space after his appointment as Commissioner for Attorney General and Justice. Dickson had won his opponents and their political clientele's (godfather's) even in the most difficult times. For instance, He was able to secure a second term ticket for the House of Representatives when everybody thought he was walking on a tight rope because the then Governor, Chief Timipre Sylva who had his anointed candidate. Furthermore, Dickson being a strategist won the December 2015 Governorship elections in Bayelsa State having fears of federal might and the increasing popularity of the APC. So many thought, that was the end of Dickson been elected for the second time to govern Bayelsa and considering the second term jinx that barricaded the previous Governors. Dickson was able to break that jinx and fears of the federal might to successfully enthrone himself to be first man in history of Bayelsa state to occupy Creek Haven for these number of years. It is also worthy to note that, Dickson is the only PDP candidate to have won a Governorship elections in Nigeria since the advent of APC administration in the hands of Buhari and that of the present INEC Boss. For now, Dickson remains the main leading opposition party candidate to have won a Governorship election. Conclusively, if the PDP and its candidate in the forth coming Governorship elections in Osun state must win, then, there is need for them to consciously strategize on Dickson's strategies. You may ask, what are his strategies? They are best known to him and his political calculations have been working out for him. BY: SUNDAY OYINMIEBI |
One day all our thoughts Will perish and the songs In our memory will fade Slowly like a bad dream That day we shall call the Pit our father and the dust our mother While the maggots be our brothers and sisters And we shall make the sand our roof To roof the earthly worries Where we shall not comeback again Together we shall lie Down in harmony To cloth our flesh with worms As our body will be made open Oozing with pyogenic A day you and I Will be out of sight But not to be out of mind Where we must have gone To the far silent land That even men will be tearful And couples who hadn't spoken For a week will hold hands To usher us to the land of no returns Think of that day To keep trophies in your Cabinet that will not call The dust their mother The pit their father and the Worms their loved ones By: Sunday Oyinmiebi |
I sat in righteous anger Boiling in rising anger Not knowing where to hang my anger For the air is twisted in violence As my timeline was flooded with blood stains Running from the cool ocean breeze To bracket Brass Young men showing off Pointless skills still in killing games Trying to find names to blame to cover up For false claims It's not earthquakes and tsunamis That are taking our lives Not even the rising sea But our own people taking our lives To proof a pointless point to show Machete and guns in a brother's face Another future had just ended Because of a stupid fight Without going away in their Sleep at night They couldn't live to rejoice to another Glorious day I weep in unwept tears Seeking for an end To this violence turning Twon to a bracelet Brass of blood field Written by Sunday Oyinmiebi Calling to an end for the killings in Brass in Bayelsa State |
Yes sir. An Ijaw man from Bayelsa |
You are my tariere Whose love I love to love And I have loved To be loved And Not to mourn love But to be with love As I see love in your love For I am love You are my love And not my Juliet I am your love and Not your Romeo Because true love is Not Romeo and Juliet Who died together But the love of grandpa and Grandma You are my grandma And I am your grandpa Cling on the string of love Not to mourn love But to soothe Love On the shoulders of grey hair So let our love flow Like the rushing ocean Wanting more Through the highs and lows Still so in love Nonstop, for love's call To to call our love Where I kept my tears In the ocean The Day I find it Is the day I will Stop loving you You are my tariere(my lover) Whose smiles cuddled My emotions And your gloomy dark Darkened my casket of Sorrow to rest Deep in the meadow Far away Where a cloak of leaves live To cover our heart in bay For the moonbeam ray to Brighten our Dark Shadows Forget your woes And let your troubles lay And when it's morning again They will wash away Here is safe Here is warm Here your dreams are sweet And tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you By: Sunday Oyinmiebi |
I was thirsty of you And you crowded My world with every thought Of your unending love You became the love To my lustful youth And my youth lost to your love The love you gave at ease Yet I see no milk and honey 8 But the love of pains Pains of insanity crowded my world You were the food to my veins And my veins ate you Through the piercing needle That pierced deep into my skin I am now an addict To this piercing needle That made my apartment a prison And my parlour was the palace I am drowning in My addiction As the flames flamed Out of my nostrils Like burnt offerings And it is true That this disease Of addiction will never Let me sleep You were smarter And took control of me Family, loved ones and Friends didn't matter any longer Cos you took everything I got And still wanted more If this is the case I did pull down this dope pipe To be cracked free So I am saying goodbye To my dope pipe addiction Written By: Sunday Oyinmiebi
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Gosh! My hands shiver Even as I type this With the handcuffs Surrounded my wrist Instead of wristwatch But handcuffs became my watch As I watch my sluggish Steps to The prison I never dreamt of The dreams I had And the dreams I never had All hanging in the walls of Okaka prison like a portrait With a sketchy colour Denying the image in it I have Fainted Like I should Cos my flesh Had betrayed my soul My soul could only cry As tears rained down My weeping face As he questioned the Love of my flesh My flesh betrayed My conscience As all my visions Lying cold to this prison I could only ask Of a chance to Share my sad story As I wrap my face in Shame and regrets And I pondered On my deceitful looks That looked Attractive yet I failed my parents to make headlines I am sorry God! Please forgive me Even as I will be saying Goodbye to the moon And sun Not to hear the call of The mighty trumpet Till I am fine I hate to miss you all But this is my fate Till I am refined in the Walls of Okaka Prisons Don't come Looking for me Cos my looks May weep you down To your tears I was only lured Just lured to this White pills to pill my skin I pop pill after pill till I was pilled This is the price of fame And that is a shame I am now the sweetheart to The walls of okaka prisons I heard the voice of Heroine Calling at Tramadol Marijuana and cocaine A life of addiction Wasted to the walls of okaka prisons I never knew I could kiss this Whitish powder Until my flesh told me But, Here I am Stained to this Stainless powder That stains my soul And shines to kill As I lay on The bare floor gazing Through the roof of Okaka prison Filled with words of Imagination to Wake on my bed From the land of dreams By: Sunday Oyinmiebi
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