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Poems For ReviewLoving You Forever by Chocoman(op):
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
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Poems For ReviewThe Wicked Manhood That Rapes by Chocoman(op): 11:20pm On Jun 01, 2020
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
Poems For ReviewFor You by Chocoman(op): 7:26am On May 31, 2020
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
Poems For ReviewLockdown by Chocoman(op): 7:18am On May 31, 2020
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
Poems For ReviewTell No One by Chocoman(op): 1:42pm On May 19, 2020
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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Poems For ReviewRe: When Death Calls by Chocoman(op): 3:17pm On Mar 09, 2020
noble4d:
Punctuations are important in poetry, it enables readers to know when there is a pause, period or enjambment. Please take note. Thumbs up.
Thanks! Noted and I do appreciate your contributions
Poems For ReviewWhen Death Calls by Chocoman(op): 10:27pm On Feb 08, 2020
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
Poems For ReviewRe: Her Make Up by Chocoman(op): 11:10am On Dec 31, 2019
Thanks
Poems For ReviewRe: Nairaland Poetry Awards by Chocoman(m): 6:29pm On Dec 27, 2019
It's commendable. Therefore, it should be executed
Poems For ReviewHer Make Up by Chocoman(op): 11:41pm On Dec 26, 2019
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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Poems For ReviewTwelve O'clock by Chocoman(op): 9:06pm On Dec 15, 2019
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
Poems For ReviewIjebu Garri by Chocoman(op): 9:26pm On Dec 11, 2019
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
PoliticsRe: Mass Resignation Hits PDP Bayelsa State Government. "Everybody" Is Resigning. by Chocoman(m): 8:54pm On Oct 17, 2019
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...
LiteratureIf Nigeria Was A Man by Chocoman(op): 9:53pm On Oct 01, 2019
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
Poems For ReviewThe uniform certificate by Chocoman(op): 2:08pm On Oct 26, 2018
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
LiteratureThe Grave by Chocoman(op): 3:02pm On Oct 22, 2018
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
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Poems For ReviewGame Over by Chocoman(op): 3:06pm On Oct 17, 2018
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
Poems For ReviewOcean Of Desires by Chocoman(op): 6:59pm On Oct 11, 2018
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
LiteratureOcean Of Desires by Chocoman(op): 6:52pm On Oct 11, 2018
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
Poems For ReviewCamera Of Love by Chocoman(op): 6:12pm On Oct 11, 2018
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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Poems For ReviewRe: My Tariere (My Lover) by Chocoman(op): 3:50pm On Oct 11, 2018
pyro62:
Your verses are smooth like fine bread soaked in rye! Nice one!
Thanks
Poems For ReviewRe: My Tariere (My Lover) by Chocoman(op): 3:49pm On Oct 11, 2018
GlobalGisting:
@Seun
@Lala
Why is it that poems are seldom pushed to the front page. Have posted poems personally and you never pushed to front page. Imagine this beautiful piece took 3months to get to front page.
Seriously, those in charge should please try push some good poems on front page. Poets tell a story that could heal broken hearts
Poems For ReviewRe: My Tariere (My Lover) by Chocoman(op): 3:21pm On Oct 11, 2018
Tobimillar1:
This is a lovely read
Thanks
Poems For ReviewRe: My Tariere (My Lover) by Chocoman(op):
lonelydora:
Well, i was here
Certainly, you where the first to be here
PoliticsRe: Osun Governorship Elections :The Need For Adeleke To Adopt Dickson's Strategies by Chocoman(op): 1:16pm On Sep 26, 2018
Please read the second to last paragraph, which clearly explains where your eyes didn't capture.
PoliticsOsun Governorship Elections :The Need For Adeleke To Adopt Dickson's Strategies by Chocoman(op): 5:29pm On Sep 18, 2018
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
LiteratureThe Silent Land (one Day) by Chocoman(op): 10:49pm On Aug 28, 2018
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
LiteratureTon In My Anger by Chocoman(op): 10:38pm On Aug 28, 2018
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
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Poems For ReviewRe: My Tariere (My Lover) by Chocoman(op): 1:42pm On Jul 30, 2018
Yes sir. An Ijaw man from Bayelsa
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Poems For ReviewMy Tariere (My Lover) by Chocoman(op):
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
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LiteratureMy Dope Pipe (international Day Against Drug Abuse) by Chocoman(op):
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

Poems For ReviewStained Powder (international Day Against Drug Abuse) by Chocoman(op):
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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