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i'm not blood thirsty but:


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
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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 co-operate 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
Kissed the ground oh my soul;
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copyright: irabor jeffrey (jey_d_poet)

No pictures please, no pictures please, thnaks.

thanks dear. i feel on top of the world

na you get topic, na you still dey post everything wey dey there,  How 'bout

PIRACY

Piracy has gone round
to everywhere things are found
taking a good look at me
will tell 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 followed me to the meadow
so, i named him my shadow


copyright: Jeffrey Irabor (Jey_d_poet)

no pictures, no pictures please!! thanks

i happen to like sorry, love Dean koontz books but i'm not so friendly with stephen kings'

ARIBLAZE You be like person wey go dey blood thirsty o!

You think you are the best in poetry, try your grade by posting yours.



Two’s a pair, two’s a queer.

A figure sat in the living room
There was this expression of gloom
It awaited its husband
The husband, who was just a lucky man

When the man steps in,
They would make love till the morning
That special kind of love
That comes from far above

They would start with kisses
The part this figure never misses
Then go ahead to study their features
They might make a baby that will hold their future

They would make lovely toasts
And climax from coast to coasts
Then under the fans,
They’ll lie in each others arms

The husband has stepped in
Now, they would make love till the morning
One who looks at them would say,
They are nothing but Gay.


copyright jeffrey irabor(jey_d_poet)

I actually come across novels once in a life time but have you read these:
Dean koontz's the mask, Dean koontz's tick tock. Dean koontz's  intensity, Dean koontz's false memory, williams Golden's lord of the flies, stephen spelberg's gremlins?  [color=#770077][/color]