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Web Market / Re: We Need Writers For Our Blog by Ibrahimclouds: 8:41pm On Sep 07, 2018
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Poems For Review / Re: Giant, Oh Giant! by Ibrahimclouds: 8:21pm On Mar 10, 2018
Nice one. keep writing.
Poems For Review / Oh Kiss- And Oh Heaven by Ibrahimclouds: 7:02am On Jan 17, 2018
{To the certified indigenes of love;
I set my pen o'er your hearts
for only in a garden of love
can this writ survive
for ever and ever amen}

In the history of locking of lips

stepping o'er that of Romeo and julie

I and beloved had one better still.

In the absence of light and darkness

barren of day and night

unknown to silence and noise,

we- without we

I without I , and she without she

in the blindness of life and death

where there was no where nor somewhere

where none could witness it

even her nor me-

above the time of romantic etiquettes

not even can it be penned as an event

remember- not known by a soul,

Lips fused together

words printed with ink of saliva

on papers of lips and tongues

mailed down the oesophagus

into the box of the heart of the soul,

we were there, where we were not-

lost in a heaven of love

with souls meeting at the junction of lips

we where gone...

far and beyond-

so it can't be written to be made history

A kiss beyond any other kiss.

You are reading

You are lost

ask me to explain

but I will not

I leave you to your madness.

©®Ibrahim Clouds(SWC).

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Poems For Review / To Every Writer And Speaker by Ibrahimclouds: 6:33am On Jan 17, 2018
Writers - the owner of every bleeding pen

why does your pen not bleed the blood of our dead fathers?

why do you save the souls of the white men

whose bodies are white but their hearts black...

ah- they who called our fathers monkies

who rode on our fathers like donkies

I have gone to the slavery museum

the pictures of our fathers on the wall

those pictures are crying and lamenting

I could hear the crying of our fathers

I saw the fall of valiant men

I felt the fears and troubles borne by the old women

I perceived through the picture-

the horrible smell of corpses

the moon there was crying

the sun there was assimilating the "concobilities" of those white devils-

oh writers- so why?

why do you now make your pen sing

sing the name of those white men

those whose "stick of nose" are like the ribs of palmfronts

they dress like onions in their black suits

"many many" "as in as in"; thus they speak their "concobilities of language",

Oh writers- why do you dig in their land with your pen?

digging for their histories

writing them with the ink of our fathers

made from their water and their blood...

is it for fame or for what-

for I know our land is the home of
histories

histories more than the stars

beautiful than a cloudless sky

rich in emotion

rich in wisdom...

why do we write for heraclitus?

plato, shakespear and poe?

why have you forgotten the history of Oduduwa?

why have you erased the ink of Onakakanfo?

the great war of Ojukwu

the great beauty of the Egba people.

And as for the speakers-

I eulogize you for your follies

"concobilities this, concobilities that"

you are proud of your shamelessness

you twist your tongues to mock your ancestors

whose bodies are buried in the ground

but their souls in me.

I leave you to continue

swimming in your endless ocean of rubbish

you are good bastards of good fathers,

you children of "the dog that chases after the fox"

©®Ibrahim Clouds(SWC).

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Poems For Review / Re: Slay Queen by Ibrahimclouds: 6:13am On Jan 17, 2018
SLAY QUEENS

Damsels are the dews that fall

from the dreamy eyes of the morning

they are garlanded with the hairs

falling from the head of the sun rising,

As I sit where the first hair of the sun fell

the frogs asked; who is a slay queen is?

She is the daughter of the dog that chases after the fox

the stick of her nose like the ribs of palmfront

she is a yam with dark skin

she peel herself without a knife

to reveal her inner layer of shamelessness,

her breasts are always on display

her buttocks of hell bulge their eyes

from within the short prison of skirts

all over her- you see rings

as for her food- the favourite is weed

she is the woman of every sticks

she is the killer of the destiny

of every heart of promiscuity

evil is her morning

regret is the moon of her night

with stars of many drop of tears.
Poems For Review / Re: I Want To Belong by Ibrahimclouds: 10:01pm On Jan 13, 2018
HEY QUADRI

Come here with me-
with a debt of body-
just our souls
oozed out like smokes
Let me take you on a journey.

We are walking past the lake of smokes-
wherefrom the heads of maidens sprout
to reveal their tender skin
as fresh as the petal of the glory of babardous
see- their pointed nose-
perceive the rays of their soul-searching eyes-
let your soul not walk over the redness of their lips.
this is not where we are going-
do not tarry but hurry along with me.

We are here at the gate of damsels
with turgid and firm breasts
not sagging but firm and hands-calling,
they have waist- the home of two moons...
ignore! follow me, or I will leave you behind.

we are now at the gate-
bit I warn thee,
once in there is no returning
you can return to the damsels-
to fill your heart to the brim
with lust of the skin-
where you can drink the gin
of love and of lust deeply.
or you can go back to the lake of smokes-
where women are precious like gold-
but aplenty- all for you Quadri.

make your decision before I open for you this gate-
the gate that leads to the heaven of poets-
where once in there is no going back.

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Poems For Review / Re: 105 Days Later by Ibrahimclouds: 8:26pm On Jan 13, 2018
Yeah you are right
when the spinning of the earth
is not a dance but of drunkiness
of gin of pollution of devastation.

Tiz this troubled nation
that feed her food to the termites
even when she starves,
her horn- the rulers
they hit her-
dig deeply into her flesh of peace
to create a well of troubles.

Tiz this nation
running around like a mad dog
flling- breaking- shattering
into pieces-.

Tiz this nation
hunger loom over our belly
fill it with a pasta of worms
we design a smile of pretence
from a fabric of stupidity and hypocracy.

Tiz this nation
where nothing matters
except the queitness
gaggled in the mouth with follies
wailing rises- like a troubled wave
of the sea.

I will be still-
I won't act
that is why
WE ARE DYING.

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Poems For Review / Re: Her Breath-a Poem By Korede Isaac by Ibrahimclouds: 10:26pm On Jan 12, 2018
Oh Korede-
you are blessed
to enjoy everyday of your life.
Blessings sent.

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Poems For Review / Re: Her Breath-a Poem By Korede Isaac by Ibrahimclouds: 5:59pm On Jan 12, 2018
Korede, such a nice day, I wish to know what how the poem continued in the dream land.
perharps, this way;

Your soul left your body
claded with the beauty of the night before-,
you walked o'er the-
miles of pebbles o'er which a violet sun
throw her strands of light
but your body snoor to the night.

o'er those glittering pebbles-
with a poverty of troubles
in a pair of heavenly made shoes
you walk past the gate of the maidens-
you saw them- with eyes undescribeable by
the brain- but not by the heart,
their queen beckon to you
to sit on the throne of her late king-

Korede-- lands and farms
rich in gold and sapphaire,
blue oceans that run
like a bald dancing snake,
but you ignored all that-
you left women! Korede great women!
undescribeable-

You walk towards another gate-
you saw poets- you saw heaven-
tiz here! your soul-searching eyes adore
you swirld into the pool of e-motion-
you love it here- under the blood of the moon-
where crickets are poets too-
you sit under the feet of the tree of poems-
one of the ripe poems fell
on your head- which is the head of a poet-
you eat- oh palatable poem-
your soul is filled with emotions
your spirit is there in the heaven of poets-

But the alarm by your bed
will drag your soul out of the pillow
or from your bed
in the heart of tomorrow.
but before then-
enjoy- enjoy in the heaven of poets.

©®Ibrahim Clouds(SWC).

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Poems For Review / Re: The Cursed -a Poem By Korede Isaac by Ibrahimclouds: 5:38pm On Jan 12, 2018
You can reach me on facebook @ Ibrahim Clouds.
my profile picture is that of a young architect drawing on a table.
Poems For Review / Re: The Cursed -a Poem By Korede Isaac by Ibrahimclouds: 12:10am On Jan 12, 2018
[center][center]Korede
such awful days.

When peace hides itself within the heart of
our ancestors, whose bodies are yummies
in the unsatiable belly of the ground. I look up,
to receive the smokes falling from the
mouth of the troubled sun
which covers itself nowadays with
dirty rags of bleeding clouds.

where art thou oh peace?
I ask, staring at my dead shadow
which is breathing its
last breath of the day under the sun.

where art thou oh orderliness?
I kneel my heart to reach a firm ground
an unreacheable ground, but just lonliness
is what I can feel through the air
as I reach for an ungraspeable ground.
my heart is falling-
just the way the whole earth is dropping,
dropping out of truth into lies
from peace to trouble
frome love to hatred
from life to death
from good to bad;
still falling-
but when it meet the ground of destruction-
tell me- won't it crash?
like grandmother's dead calabash?[center][/center]
.
oh heaven's hand
save us from our own hands, and
restore into us the souls
of the good men an women.

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