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princesa: well, am not a guru myself cos am still learning. I can only advise you to stick around this section more, surfing and going tru the stories being written here...

And do a crash course with Google, that's my secret

Thanks Princesa, you are highly noted.

Oahray: hmmm... Nobody gree admit say she sabi write.
*jotting salient points*

hmmmmm. Well, thanks. I know how much we all try to be humble with some issues. Thanks anyways. Am greatful

OMA4U: Nice poem! Weldone

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Thanks... So much more to come

princesa: assistance with what?

I actually don't know much about literature so I need some assistance in that area to make my poems beTter.

princesa: thank you for sharing

You are welcome .. Am new here I'd liked some assistance.

"The lonely wanderer"

Every night in my lay I weep
Never thought it could be so quick
Right in the sitting my name he calls
Only to discover it was my thought
My fatherer was not a wanderer
But me alone he left to wander
How can I understand the passing
When all the bucket are left standing
But they said he kick them hanging
Daily, I kick several buckets to the bin
He kicked it and has cease to be.
Why?
Seeing fatherers make me sorrow
A deep cut like am arrow
In my heart the pains reside
How fast did my father decide
Did he consider my age before he depart
Oh! I wonder how it feels there
Does he call someone else dear?
She told me how much she misses him
But she has not dreamt to be with him
In my daily life I wonder
"Without him lt is harder"
How does it feel to hold his hands
My siblings said he's soft and handsome
Their words make my heart wander
I wish am here with my fatherer
But each sorrow paves a way
He has only gone away

by the chemical Poet
O. A George...

NAIJA my very own

At times I dey weep for my nation
I dey wonder waitin day cause all the tribulations
Naija sitdon ontop many mansions
But still everywhere na tension
I don make up my mind for d politics
Waitin b d mata with the police
Na only them I just dey notice
Today na dem papa own
Tomorrow go b my very own
Na the begini I first known
Say e go gud wen Aso rock b my own
Make u no dey exercise fear
All of them don dey shear tears
Say pesi wan come show dem stress
D cake na for everybody to share.
But dem go hail
When pesi hold their tail
E go blik EFCC trail
And I go put all of them for jail
Naija na our very own e no suppose fail.

Still from d house of O.A George

A lovers travails

I thought meeting you was a blessing
All it was is a lesson
I made all the propositions
In the face of all the intrusions
A love so sweet ªⁿ₫ honey
She even calls me honey
Till death do us part we prayed
All we do is derail

With all the sweetness
Came a saddening sadness
News so shocking ªⁿ₫ darkening
Our sweet love has been hacked
Pedigree judgment
The result is annulment
An establishment of a false fact
It was just an act.
Everyone has a lineage
But its only a line with an age

The travails of a sincere heart
A life full of spikes ªⁿ₫ hurt
Judgment by man
Is a mistake made by man
The end is coming with pressure
But you are still my treasure
Goodbye they say is the saddest word
Now I see because you are my world
Maybe am not the best F̶̲̅Õ̳͡я̅ you
Its so sad to say these to you
Our foundation is shaken
But you need to tell me if its broken
This is a lovers travails
Even when home he travels.

By the chemical Poet
O.A George aka Nakito

Am new here and a lover of good poem. I write poems the way I understand them but I know almost nothing about literature. I need good advice here on my written poems. Hope I meet that special person who would be of great help as I paste my poems.