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@nilla
thanks for the compliment.
I'll try bringing him back.
I love that guy.
I'm very careful with the word 'friend' now,
But u still are,
A nice one at that.
Thanks for making me want to get better.

And he is back with a bang.
Can't believe that Nilla is gone.
Mac, Somegirl and Genial?
Lets make it last for long,
I'm really sorry for wanting to leave,
I'm addicted to this and I won't be>
Lets make it real again.
Bring me on when u need me .
All new members,
You're in for the poetic ride of a lifetime.
Welcome onboard.

[center]' The Quest '

I've walked quite a distance,
Miles apart from peers through thoughtful strides,
Only the physical is left in attendace,
A protracted soulful ride,
Not just a cursory mobile glance.

As I open-up doors,
I walk through characters,
A search for the humane of course,
Those likeable to stars,
Your strenght when life gets so dark and tortous.

Through doors, my thoughts continue to surge,
Luscious personalities with standards but without shoulders,
No where to lean when it's but that urge,
What circumstances leave you when in shudders,
An inevitable crutch.

My peers jolt me out of that end,
But I've seen enough to know who to call a friend,
Just enough to begin a new search,
Like an eagle in search,
Flying until it finds the very best tree to perch. [/center]

[center]' Franc '

The journey began after a ritual,
A session I'm ignorant of its details,
Done enough to cause procreation,
The beginning of a Nigerian,
An embryo.

My home was constantly warm,
But I adapted and evolved,
A foetus in a lonely world,
A big-headed evolving creature,
Fed constanly in its sleep

My development stopped my host's monthly flow,
It got her infected with a morning sickness,
Made her urinate more often,
As the belly started to protude,
And her breasts bigger in anticipation of me.

By the fifth month or so,
I became bigger and clever,
I could move out of discomfort;
When hungry,
I kicked if our reservior was empty.

During the ninth month,
I became really restless,
An ungrateful rebel who wanted a spacious home.
My activities led to contractions,
the beginning of labour.

On a twelfth of October,
After hours of contractions, labour and 'push',
A regretful rebel in wails,
An end with a tedious new beginning.[/center]

what's good room?
the number is going down,
sorry Mac and I left the room.
I don't know why I'm kind of ,
I use to waqnt to spend the whole day wanting to get on nairaland, into the joint, check a friend's profile and ,
But, it's all changing.
I'll come back on someday,
For Saintsam, Somegurl, Nilla, Mukina, my bro Mac, Genial; the joint men.
Now, I'm just thinking,
I'm working on 'Friends' for now,
When i get on, when i get back,
It'll be here.
Will miss the joint.

This goes to my friend's mother, a nurse, who died as a result of breast cancer

[center]' Tribute to a Mother '
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust;
From dust you were created,
Unto it you shall return.
So she'll be lowered,
Amidst wails, relief and sorrow,
A disciplinarian and fighter,
A life that wasn't soured,
Your kindness wasn't solo,
Miles apart from being bitter,
Our epitome of motherhood.

And we mourn,
A mother and nurse,
Vector to breast cancer,
An apostle of christ,
Our loved one.
As your sunset,
As we light a candle to your memory,
I ask but why,
Why the memory is but short,
A lifetime isn't enough for your likes,
As my friend mourns his mother.[/center]

hmmmmmm!
u amaze me friend.
u can do better if u take time out to write over and over again.
nice one though.

@somegurl
this is ur poem, I just hope u like it.

[center]' Anguish'

I lost my heart to heartbreaks,
Early in life when i could wail,
Enough to flow into lakes,
Through lonliness of self,
But with the creative touch of the gods.
I paint with words,
What I've so onged but can't experince,
My definition of how it should be,
Life, love and you,
The trinity that's next to God.
It's moment into sunset,
A time to paint,
A point where words rain,
When my soul sails forth,
Through thoughts into poetry,
My forte.

If I wasn't me,
We would,ve walked when the night is cool,
When hearts melt into the warmth of embrace,
A point where love isn't just the feeling,
But our breath and actions.
Like a toddler,
I would bath you,
Put you to bed,
Sing you to sleep,
While wrapt in my arms.
I really would've given you a rose as you wake,
The symbol of a beautiful undying feeling,
But see what people have made me,
Just a man who's deep in solitude,
A painter of thoughts,
An admirer of yours.[/center]

@ Nilla
I see you're the type that serve the best wine last.
That was a very nice poetic tribute.
How about an anthology of our poems on this joint?
[center]' The very best of Nairaland '[/center]
We can be the first to do that on the site.
Thanks for the comment on ' Hope'.
What about the middle stanza in 'Deja Vu'?
Just kidding, LMAO!!!

@ Mac
It's good to have u back bro,
See u still talking about the war,
Lets let it go for now,
More faces we can make mince of,
We should do it real bad when it's U, Genial, Somegurl and me,
And of course, the judge, now judges.

@ Somegurl
My heart is done,
It's printing out ur poem now,
When next i get on,
U'll have it.

@ Genial
Where the hell are u at?
U add a twist and u just disappear?
Men, I don't fancy that at all.

@ new users,
It's one love here,
If u hate, then, u'll be trespassing.
Guess what,
Violators will be shot,
Survivors will be shot again.
Poetically I mean.

[center]'Missing You'

In the silence of my heart,
I’m left in the awe of you,
I think but questions,
That type you try but can’t drown.
In this solitude,
Imagination runs wild in nostalgia;
Eyes shut when our lips met,
A walk with hearts,
Two tightly bound as one,
Our embrace before the sun did us part,
With tears as our aphrodisiac.

Ages since you’ve been gone,
My heart have soared every now in years,
Always searching, never to be done,
My beautiful and soulful ambiance,
Where could you have gone?
The sun now rises so late,
Letting me walk through those memories,
When the last tear drops,
It embraces me,
Until my lost is but found. [/center] [center][/center]

I just can't enough of this joint.
Hmm, this is just the place to be.
Genial, I love the twist u've added, the score of poems I mean.
Welcome Bhola, don't let mama(Nilla) down.
Let's make Seun   !
I'll really appreciate comments on ' Hope'.

@somegirl,
I'm working on something for u.

@mac,
The beef thing was just my way of waking u out of ur slumber,
U write real good n I gat ur back anytime bro.

@Nilla,
How said u were not creative,
Ur peice is THICK with flows.
Keep holding it down ma.

@JJc,
This is the room,
Don't mess it up,
So far, u've been tight.
Just one rule: One Love.

[center]'Hope'

When she came forth,
A tiny alluring creature among mortals,
The room held it's breath,
A melodious soprano filled the air,
The cry of her,
The beginning of a journey through earth,
that very herculean task,
And without the love a mother.

She grew like no other,
Peaceful like she breathlessly laid after birth,
Beautiful as the moon in a dark sky,
A goddess of admiration christened Nigeria,
The very first among its kind.

Taught by a missionary,
Fathered by a white foster-parent,
' He couldn't father the witch who took her mother's life ',
Guided by fate through an angel,
A father she never had,
Her love but lost one,
Lost after he gave out in marriage,
On a sunny rainy 1st of October in 1960,
At a church called Lagos.

A little after then,
It's been neglect, rapes, batterings, poverty , ,
A sad story,
A tale that has just began,
A 46 year old trek,
A tedious horrific walk with her 36 children,
Leading through a dark tunnel,
Anything to gain happiness,
[/center]

@ Genial
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! I see bribe flying all over the room. I don't want to be Jose Mourinho, but the bros are pushing me. How do want her to be fair after such a poem? I nearly wet my pants, a male for that matter. Easy bro, she's the judge not a lover.
LMAO!!!

[center]'Deja Vu'

A cold  drizzly moonlight night,
Somewhere in the woods lying in hay,
Only the moon kept our wet bodies in sight,
Where love alone had a say.

Naked as we first were,
Our hands and tongues wander in febrile fire,
The earlope, neckline, nipples, backline, public hair,,
Giggles, kisses, ecstasy
Like it never were.
Licking and tracing,
Moving down the navel,
While a hand caresses and squeezes,
I find and make an ice-cream of it.
Farther down the region,
Climbing with fingers and everything within my mouth,
leaving my warm tracks moist,
You convulse in round and rounds of orgasm.
Weak but undone,
You pull and push me in, in phases,
Slidding deep and deeper into your warm slippery pot,
Until the very end leaves me cooking and breathless.
Your eyes urge me on with legs wrapt round thighs
They keep me locked and rocking,
A slow continuous rhythmic ritual,
A streaming orgasmic dance,
Till we're done but lost in embrace and breath.

A little turn,
And I jolt out of sleep biting fingers,
Cos it really never was,
And I'm all messed up.[/center]

@ somegurl
hey sis, u sound real good and creative.
u belong here and no where else.
i love piece from experience,
and it's what u do best.
keep it up.
where is ChiluvGod?
just found out she's a good critic,
exactly what we need here.
come back in, we need u here real bad.

You are trying to be good,
So don't go making noise,
We're on recess and it'll soon be good,
Till then, play by the rules.

[center]'And the Contest Begins[/center]

[center]The very fearless lead the lines,
On horses in front of their destiny,
Trampling on humans like swines,
Those who run after their destiny.

The contest shouldn't be about that struggle,
A battlefield for some struggling creative warlords,
It should be a fluid war,
An enigmatic display like the fatality of Arabian swords.

A mercenary christened Franc,
An imaginative poetic painter with lots of flair,
The numeral uno among your rank,
A genius with the artistic sight of a seer.

These really aren't lines,
My fatal introduction with rhymes,
a Samurai pulling off his mask,
An honourable way to victory as you slum and bask.

Ain't gonna strike with your back turned champ,
I let you see the face before the stamp,
Just hope you don't switch camp,
Cos you're in for the tramp. [/center]

Men!
Somegurl, I love the suspence.
That was a nice one there,
U never know it's some kid until the very last stanza.
Good work, keep it.
Where's Nilla and Chilove now?

really nice chi!
i love it.
where are d ladies?

[center]‘A Tribute to the Champ’

The contest was without a snare,
You write with a lot of flair,
So fluid but my fear,
Good enough to make me swear,
Even as I ask of my Messiah,
To be better than as I were,
As I respire with lots of desire,
In a ghetto were a few read and care,
My contest isn’t failure but fear,
Knowing failure itself is that fear,
Only when it can’t steer,
Like an alcoholic and its beer,
Nilla, Somegurl and others will stare,
Knowing my flair comes with a tear.
Refresh Champ, it’s recess and I’m in repair.[/center]

Hey champ,
what if we let the ladies contest, while we get refreshed?
They could be better writers u know.
What do u think?

[center]Inside a candle lit room,
With moonlight filtering through open windows,
A slight breeze pushes its way through transparent silks;
As the curtains give way to the natural stream,
I feel the presence of guests,
Fairies who want to witness our union.

My wide and elegant bed,
Made no sooner,
Has petals of tulip here and there,
Red, white and yellow left to be used,
With a romantic and jasmine scented air,
As well as a Latin love plate waiting to be rolled.

My finely polished mahogany table at one end,
Is home to lit candles on a silvery stand,
A tulip lying on a diamond ring case,
A bottle of the best wine ever made placed in ice,
With my heart tastily served,
The glasses are left where it won’t freeze.

Outside my home,
I defy an excitement filled tide,
The air caressing my face,
My soul already set forth to guide you into my presence,
A being deep in thoughts,
How to ask - ‘ can we be one forever even in trials? ’[/center]

Not a bad jugde either.
was already thinking about giving it to him.
Mac has a very strong descriptive power.
I'm just trying to work on mine, that's why I need Somegurl and all the help Nilla and Mac can ,
Check this out, it's what the room has made me.
Don't forget, the contest was fun all the way; and the bribe? Just kidding. lol

somegurl,
i'll really like some criticism.
really want to work on my wits,
you never know.
stay tight in the room,
nilla, mac and I will love u to.
am i wrong?

[center]After rain clouds could be so dull,

Yet, immaculately pure.

A walk through the night could be weird,

Yet, quite interesting.

We hardly know ourselves,

Yet, I could never pass your voice for another.

Come a little closer,

Listen to the melodies my heart chants,

It’s so pure,

Pure like clouds after rain,

Like a lonely walk through the night,

Like those weird but very soulful routine.

That’s what I’ve been doing,

How it’s been,

The synopsis of a life without you,

A confession of a heart deep in solitude,

That which awaits you in a quiet countryside,

Where birds, flowers and I delightfully await you.[/center]

[quote][/quote]Men, that was really nice.
I must confess love poems is ur greatest strenght.
I bring it on,
Just wait a little.

why don't u just give it to me b4 he gets back.
he is really good pal,
i respect his works.
where is somegirl?
lets jion hands to make this fun.
that's what life is all about.
i'll be offline for sometime,
haven't and really miss u already.
just take care

[center]The stars are thousand of miles away,
I see how it twinkles far above,
An alluring radiation in a dark sky,
A spectacle in my solitude.

As i sit with my back to a trunk,
With head clasped in hands,
Heart so full and struck,
Walks deep down in gasps,
A citadel where it's left to lurk.

Someplace in seclusion,
I stare at those eyes, the smile, those lips; YOU,
A journey through me , my soul to you,
An acknowledgment of your absence and admiration.

My desire,
A dream that lasts not forever,
But a life time of obsession,
Pure and sincere,
The song on the lips of a lover.[/center][/color][color=#000099]

hey somegurl,
take it easy on my man plz.
he is a poet and at liberty to write what he feels, and probably take criticism as a way to get even better.
what's the deal, we doing this to get better and nilla can destify to that.
lets do them writing sisters,
it's a way of pouring out those things that wanna maKE US ILLEST.
check my latest out.

[center]When we walk through trials,
We can only persever with a cognate reason,
That type which impossibly propels you through the eye of a needle,
The little but impossible possible push.

You could be god-sent,
Be specially thought of,
Probably a stubborn fondness,
Just one potent reason.

What happens if you no longer want to be the reason?
What if you want out of a struggle you powerlessly simplify?
What happens if you're really being reasonable?
What if I'm hanging unto an illusion?

So many questions,
Questions with very simple but ravaging answers,
Answers with excruciating pains a reason alleviates,
That reason I can live with, but with acute cardiac complications.[/center][color=#990000][/color]

you tried,
but where is Nilla?
maybe she doen't want to see you beaten.
i think the one for nilla is still ur best.
check this out.