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 Jokes Etc › Re: Please Please Drop By And Laugh! by jeythunder(m): 11:04am On Mar 09, 2009 |
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| Literature › Re: Which Book Has Impacted Your Life Most? by jeythunder(m): 9:37am On Mar 09, 2009 |
OGAGA! you and this your satanic bible |
| Literature › Re: Poetry: The Ice Age by jeythunder(op): 9:33am On Mar 09, 2009 |
hey!!! thanks man.   |
| Literature › Re: Always Reading! by jeythunder(m): 2:06pm On Mar 07, 2009 |
tell you what? i think i'll try one. have you seen the mystical power of pyramid astrology? |
| Literature › Re: Always Reading! by jeythunder(m): 1:59pm On Mar 07, 2009 |
me and spiritual book need some grease, we don't do well together |
| Literature › Re: Always Reading! by jeythunder(m): 1:51pm On Mar 07, 2009 |
ogaga, abeg you go fit give me your full profile so if i see you for road, i go no how to turn follow another route. i no trust you again |
| Literature › Re: Which Book Has Impacted Your Life Most? by jeythunder(m): 1:48pm On Mar 07, 2009 |
what 'bout you? which book has turn you into this,  |
| Literature › Re: Poetry Unleashed by jeythunder(op): 1:45pm On Mar 07, 2009 |
Prologue My life stinks! Nay, it is not good looking itself Yet it gives me an ocean in the eyes ‘Tis a search through past vastly that reveals Intransigence in mouth breath and sound Act 1 scene 1 She sat close to the banking rivers ‘Tis true she had been sealed But that glowing attraction stood in between * * * * * * * * * * * * * I lured her into dirty black By killing her husband So together we would dwell Act 1 scene 2 That day involved judges And men in corporate black Twenty-five years was my sentence And on the stand, she received a judge Nay, it is not true What did she have to do? I gave her freedom from her man Kiss the ground oh my soul; ‘Tis true I done been used |
| Literature › Re: Which Book Has Impacted Your Life Most? by jeythunder(m): 1:11pm On Mar 07, 2009 |
it's he's bio. written during the apartheid era inunited states. the dream of a young boy to travel south. i'm really really impressed by his bravery. |
| Literature › Re: Which Book Has Impacted Your Life Most? by jeythunder(m): 1:01pm On Mar 07, 2009 |
richard wright's black boy |
| Jokes Etc › Re: Jokes Section: Best of Funny Pictures; Post Yours by jeythunder(m): 12:57pm On Mar 07, 2009 |
sorry dear, didn't maen it that way. only meant to say your name, .u know, romade, eh, and , romance  |
| Jokes Etc › Re: Jokes Section: Best of Funny Pictures; Post Yours by jeythunder(m): 12:30pm On Mar 07, 2009 |
your name is faulty |
| Literature › Re: Poetry: The Ice Age by jeythunder(op): 12:06pm On Mar 07, 2009 |
come on!!! i know i've been a bad arse but don't treat me like this!!! |
| Jokes Etc › Re: DROP BY AND LAUGH AGAIN. by jeythunder(m): 11:25am On Mar 07, 2009 |
una wey dey spend 24 hours for this forum,
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| Jokes Etc › Re: Please Please Drop By And Laugh! by jeythunder(m): 10:42am On Mar 07, 2009 |
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| Jokes Etc › Re: Joke Section: - Chat Thread by jeythunder(m): 10:15am On Mar 07, 2009 |
hi guyz the world's best player
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| Jokes Etc › Re: Jokes Section: Best of Funny Pictures; Post Yours by jeythunder(m): 9:53am On Mar 07, 2009 |
osama attack!!!
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| Jokes Etc › Re: Jokes Section: Best of Funny Pictures; Post Yours by jeythunder(m): 6:44pm On Mar 06, 2009 |
funny pics, romade-sorry, romance, nonsense if you need funny pictures why not ask for it!!!? wikipede..com
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| Literature › Re: My Zone, My Love, My Passion by jeythunder(m): 10:48am On Mar 06, 2009 |
it's great to know you, could you join me sometimes on www.orita-meta.com |
| Literature › Re: Horror Readers by jeythunder(m): 5:33pm On Mar 05, 2009 |
dean koontz lives!!! |
| Literature › Re: My Zone, My Love, My Passion by jeythunder(m): 5:09pm On Mar 05, 2009 |
hi olulu, i've just finished viewing your blog and it was, WOW!!! Inspirational, keep it up.
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| Forum Games › Re: So U Tink You Can Rhyme Huh! Let's Get It On! by jeythunder(m): 4:55pm On Mar 05, 2009 |
ha! ha! ha! ha!!! |
| Literature › Poetry: The Ice Age by jeythunder(op): 12:45pm On Mar 03, 2009 |
Hi there, whoever said the world could go round without poetry? tell you what? poetry is the biggest aspect of my life right now. it feels like freedom!!! DEADLY HOPE Lying in a self-pooled blood Yet in the heavy flood Thunders looking with Murderous eyes-fire lit Gasping for breath Contending with death Asking for the hands of hope Yet hope said nope Having the throat badly strangled And the body badly handled Confusion heard the cry Yet hope was leaving him to die Hope, he believed wasn’t fair For pretending not to hear The face was getting pale He glanced at hope in pain Then tried stretching his hands But hope was leaving the land It was the turn of death Who readily pounced on its target And while his spirit was been taken to Hades Who had been expecting him for ages, He whispered hope Yes was there apart from nope He wondered what use it was Being rescued after dead he was Hope then whispered Like though it whimpered I see no reason why I shouldn’t let you die Like success after the splat, Between us there’s a mat Which is filled with great pains Agonies and sorrows are what it contains If only you can endure this, You would have a love-filled bliss He grabbed hope’s hand And shouted as though mad Like hope predicted, He wasn’t committed So, he let go of hope And took despair in place of hope It was his calling It also, was his ending. |
| Forum Games › Re: So U Tink You Can Rhyme Huh! Let's Get It On! by jeythunder(m): 3:10pm On Feb 27, 2009 |
BEING A SAVIOUR This is earth There is no justice yet. When I strolled through, I found peace lacking here too So I came to help them Only that was when, I was hated for being good They were so rude Well, I didn’t bother Since I was smarter They finally got a way to nail me Who wants me dead- they said "we" I was beaten for nothing Yet people were jeering I tasted the pains It flowed into my veins My head was hot My eyes, blood-shot I was flogged next Thirty-nine times I guess, I was been humiliated Like I was a witch’s reincarnated Will it end I thought For was I Jesus? |
| Literature › Re: The Beauty Of Poetry by jeythunder(m): 11:22am On Feb 25, 2009 |
PIRACY Piracy has gone round To everywhere things are found Taking a good look at me Will say I can’t be two or three So why is there A miming me who is rare And sometimes hard to see Though, he doesn’t have a complexion as me He pirates every move I make So fast even without a break A dark mischievous creature That sometimes walks in my favour He plays dirty tricks on me at night At a point, I began liking him right He follows me even to the meadow So, I named him my shadow. |
| Literature › Re: The Beauty Of Poetry by jeythunder(m): 1:10pm On Feb 24, 2009 |
The failure Alas! I’ve failed again Not worthy to grace the rain In my private life I’m surrounded by Damocles’ knife Yeah, I do see bright lights But then after this tight sight, It should be time to fall over again And then say I’ve failed again Considering all aspects of life Especially when taking a big dive, It crumbles to the start then We say we’ve failed when Our lives crumbles, our fame fades And we lose our aces and jades Hearing that sound of game over down the lane, We say we’ve failed again Hi failures and fellas, I send this to your faxes and tellers Whenever you climb a ladder and fall, Carefully lean that ladder on the wall Find another ladder And see joy fill your bladder And now, you’ll say “we haven’t failed have we?” But know that this was brought from yours faithfully. |
| Literature › Re: The Beauty Of Poetry by jeythunder(m): 10:20am On Feb 23, 2009 |
PLAY OF MY LIFE Prologue My life stinks! Nay, it is not good looking itself Yet it gives me an ocean in the eyes ‘Tis a search through past vastly that reveals Intransigence in mouth breath and sound Act 1 scene 1 She sat close to the banking rivers ‘Tis true she had been sealed But that glowing attraction stood in between * * * * * * * * * * * * * I lured her into dirty black By killing her husband So together we would dwell Act 1 scene 2 That day involved judges And men in corporate black Twenty-five years was my sentence And on the stand, she received a judge Nay, it is not true What did she have to do? I gave her freedom from her man Kiss the ground oh my soul; ‘Tis true I done been used copyright: irabor jeffrey (jey_d_poet) |
| Literature › Re: Poetry In Motion by jeythunder(m): 11:06am On Feb 19, 2009 |
keep it up guyz!!! |
| Literature › Re: Do You Think I'd Make A Good Poet? by jeythunder(m): 6:33pm On Feb 15, 2009 |
every poet starts small. i remeber when i first had the idea of writing, i was afraid to share it with people. i thought it was stupid. keep it up |
| Literature › Re: Poetry In Motion by jeythunder(m): 6:29pm On Feb 15, 2009 |
Lonely call… He was twenty-three years of age Not lucky to be among the computer age He believed it was time to be a man His mother said “no” with a strong adage The father did nothing but warn In sudden anger he would flare Soon, his face became so rare Man and woman couldn’t take it any longer So they disowned him in tears Since he said he wasn’t growing any younger He approached his love Tina She: dark, hairy, slim or even thinner They begun spinning the web of love Stronger it grew and even thicker Till love got so high above She had a boy for him On hearing, his face was full of beams They went on to have their wedding On their honeymoon, they sang hymns Not knowing they were close to tears shedding He never knew the marriage bids Misunderstanding germinated like weeds They took their words with a pinch of salt He closed down her fees and feeds Finally, everything came to a halt! She left after calling him wretched He roamed the street dejected He had a child but not a wife With sorrow he had been injected He had asked “could this be life?” Taking to heavy drinking Not an exception was smoking He came home in the dead of the night Never caring about his son’s living The son now believed life wasn’t right He lost his job Behaving worst than a dog Now he couldn’t go to his family His grave was been dug Life had stung him with infirmity Then with such heavy breath, He began seeking death Never seen one so brave To bring the waters above the neck Emotion was so watery as he kissed the watery grave copy right: jey_d_poet (jeffrey irabor) |
| Forum Games › Re: So U Tink You Can Rhyme Huh! Let's Get It On! by jeythunder(m): 6:13pm On Feb 15, 2009 |
i hope this topic is not limited to revenge only 'cos i ain't got anything on revenge check this out, Lonely call… He was twenty-three years of age Not lucky to be among the computer age He believed it was time to be a man His mother said “no” with a strong adage The father did nothing but warn In sudden anger he would flare Soon, his face became so rare Man and woman couldn’t take it any longer So they disowned him in tears Since he said he wasn’t growing any younger He approached his love Tina She: dark, hairy, slim or even thinner They begun spinning the web of love Stronger it grew and even thicker Till love got so high above She had a boy for him On hearing, his face was full of beams They went on to have their wedding On their honeymoon, they sang hymns Not knowing they were close to tears shedding He never knew the marriage bids Misunderstanding germinated like weeds They took their words with a pinch of salt He closed down her fees and feeds Finally, everything came to a halt! She left after calling him wretched He roamed the street dejected He had a child but not a wife With sorrow he had been injected He had asked “could this be life?” Taking to heavy drinking Not an exception was smoking He came home in the dead of the night Never caring about his son’s living The son now believed life wasn’t right He lost his job Behaving worst than a dog Now he couldn’t go to his family His grave was been dug Life had stung him with infirmity Then with such heavy breath, He began seeking death Never seen one so brave To bring the waters above the neck Emotion was so watery as he kissed the watery grave |
| Literature › Re: Poetry In Motion by jeythunder(m): 7:34pm On Jan 19, 2009 |
come on honey, when will you paste yours? |
