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Honestly, I like Freeze for this. Sometimes, I do look at y'all confused Christians. You keep claiming to be walking in the light of the new testament, yet you do the things of the old testament. Then you still come out to claim "old things have passed away". Does it make sense? And y'all that know nothing come out to talk against Freeze. Una mumu never do? |
kokakola:temmyjake@gmail.com |
ProsidentBuhari:You that you've sold your own destiny to nobody and you are still roaming the streets nko? |
SweetBuns:When next you want to talk, ask yourself "is what I want to say reasonable?" |
Igbokiller:You don jonze |
WE PLATEAU MUCH Somewhere in Niger area... There are stories to tell; half and full, from the things we see temporarily and the things we can't see ordinarily. Stories that make eagles sing. Dysphoria! We Plateau much. Oh! Our boys play to fight. They hate to love too. Did I tell you they hate growth? Eeew! One of the many things they loathe. We brought them here to put off their light. We Plateau much. Oh! Our girls fight to play. They walk to swim too. Did I tell you they love flood? Eeew! They love it when it comes with blood. We gave them guts! What can the gods say? We Plateau much. Oh! Our women part to meet. They pull to push too. Did I tell you they have this selfish desire? Eeew! This desire that make our homes go haywire. We feed them our deads: bones and meat. We Plateau much. Oh! Our men are here and there to taunt. They will throw stones and sticks too. Did I tell you they will gather? Eeew! They will gather, but not together. We've allowed them. Our men have Jos gun to hunt. We Plateau much. —TEMIDAYO O. JACOB (Mayor Jake) |
Lmao |
bkool7:Wow... I'm really feeling this. |
Dear NairaLanders, the above poem is what poetry means to me. If you are a poet, and you have another meaning of poetry, you can kindly put it down too. Let's learn. Thank you |
POETRY Poetry is that one spirit telling a madman to cross a busy road with his eyes closed. Poetry is that one thread hiding below the root of the big Iroko tree refusing it to retire. Poetry is that one button pinned to the center of this big universe that builds phlegm on my lips. Poetry is that one sole that holds the leathers of my heart together even when it gets crushed. Poetry is that one curtain I draw open in my ears to hear the black owl make warnings of the dangers ahead. Poetry is that one eyed ant that speaks to me in big proverbs and parables which Icannot comprehend. Poetry is that one man that burns my lightness with black and red candles as my hairs grasp darkness. ©MAYOR JAKE (26TH DEC, 2017)
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POETRY Poetry is that one spirit telling a madman to cross a busy road with his eyes closed. Poetry is that one thread hiding below the root of the big Iroko tree refusing it to retire. Poetry is that one button pinned to the center of this big universe that builds phlegm on my lips. Poetry is that one sole that holds the leathers of my heart together even when it gets crushed. Poetry is that one curtain I draw open in my ears to hear the black owl make warnings of the dangers ahead. Poetry is that one eyed ant that speaks to me in big proverbs and parables which I cannot comprehend. Poetry is that one man that burns my lightness with black and red candles as my hairs grasp darkness. ©MAYOR JAKE (26TH DEC, 2017) |
Whenever I pea cup my phone I always get billy kiss sending dawn messages into my heard. |
iSlayer:After you go say your village people dey follow you... |
Twins good if money dey ooo |
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This is a place where you can share your beautiful poems for other poets to identify your strengths and weaknesses for you. This is to develop your writing ability in a way that would make readers want to keep reading from you. Thank you and keep posting |
Amagite:This is very bad of her |
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