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A poet
Am i?
Say i am; you're right
Say am not; wont put up a fight
Am just a 9ja guy trying to shine from my heart, a bright light
To right my wrongs and save the world with all my 'might'!

Flaunt no more your ‘weapons’
In them, my ‘selective’ eyes take no delight
Like a disingenuous advert offering clients its ‘blight’
They are just a shiny roses amid deadly thorns
Woe-man, weep not if futility results from your frantic strides
In trapping my heart, for hand-in-hand with failure, love rides
Am not blind, am much aware of the eye signals
Am not deaf, my ears grasp the desperate pulses of your heart
Insensitivity, you say you hate in a man.
What of insincerity?
What of insecurity?
You’re a damsel that deserves no heartache
Am just a Casanova that shows love but fake
Rome, they say wasn’t built in a day
My vicious love ‘tools’ was forged long time ago by a woe-man worthy of flay
As speedy seconds transformed to wearied minutes
Lonely Minutes to frustrated hours
Cumbersome Hours to routine-ridden days
Love-hunting days to love-hoping weeks
Love-battered Weeks to recuperating months
Recuperating Months to vengeful years
In the eyes of woe-men I have caus’d ‘streams’ to flow
Woe-man! Me don't want you to be a victim of my blow
So for you own good…Flaunt no more you ‘weapons’ …

nice one man @ chuks
hope her heart is really pure
,
I dont write  about ladies
even if i will
it will be my mom
for now ooooooooooooo

Foul or fair?
Flinching fake and flaking forces
Fleeing from farm for fast fame
Fiery & fierce famish flame
Fusing & fraying for fools and
Flaring freaks fond of fake faces in the ‘frame’
Flashing free & foul fame
Foul or fair?

How do you feel about your poem
elated or depressed?

,
As for me i love going through my poems over n over again
And i bless my soul whenever i ready them
cos sometimes i wonder if those words really came from my head
That pushes me to go further & farther.

hands rested under jaws, she sobbed silently.

A
SIMPLE
WAY
TO
DESTROY
YOURSELF
IS
TO
DECEIVE YOURSELF

d situation got out of hand

A
SIMPLE
WAY
TO
DESTROY
YOURSELF
IS
TO
DECEIVE
YOURSELF
,

For how long will i walk in solitude?
Often times love seems so harsh and rude
As time flies away, i dread my patience will diminish
O! Will it ever end, will my tears ever finish?
The picture of the moments of love lingers in my mind
Am willing to try once more, but don't know what i might find
Life seems fair, but fairer will it be if i get entangled
in the web of love and get its flame rekindled
For now, my love is for me, myself and I
This i will do till the day i see love with my naked eyes
I will sing love songs to myself and console myself with laughter
Call me lonely, it suits me, it is all about me, only me matters
Don't let this give you a picture of me having the delusion of grandeur
But for how long can i hold on to my wits? how long can i endure?
I will hold on to it, for as long as the sun rises and the star twinkles
One day the fairy will find me and stay with me till my face wrinkles
Am writing this piece for seriously searching fellows; the singles
Desperation is a sign of weakness; seek love with patience
Frustration is a sign of feeble-mindedness; it will increase your tense
Open your heart to love, around it erect no fence.

Hmm.l,
sounds great
to know whats await
of my fate
I'll be there on time; i wont be late!

Gulliver's Travel

This is the 2nd time am reading the book!

A poet, am i?
If you say i am; you're right
If you say am not; i won't put up a fight
Am just a 9ja guy trying to shine from my heart, a bright light
To wrong my rights and save the world with my 'might'.
Hey reader, your comment won't torment me!
Keep them flowing, it only keeps getting better!

Delay is not denial
Amid sturdy desire
Rooted within steep
Deep, leap’d emotions you
beep’d me, freaked I
creep’d across ‘oceans’
!Ring! Ring! Ring!
Peep’d at my phone, its you again! dis caus’d
a Slip-creak in my bone
Cos the stick of passion fell lame
With no fuel to feed its flame
Knowing its insane
The whole love thing
Will always rove to your gain
That’s the game; your focal aim
That’s why you are anxious
And silly me is so obnoxious
Of the fact that I will go ‘gaga’
When my eyeball doth behold
Your sumptuous, mouthwatering ‘adder’
And your sappy mouth will say ‘haba’
We can always wait!
This my floppy hear so much hate
Then, my crazy drive will get shatter’d !
But …, delay….is ….no…denial!

By the way my name
is
Adebayo Smartfingers

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All poems composed by me
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Visit poemhunter.com & allpoetry.com
To peruse more of my write up!

The D-Day is here, a time to EXAMINe our AcTIONs; perhaps our perception
Heads buried in sheets, eyes scanned through mind-throbbing questions,
Without effort you could hear a pin-drop; the hall was as silent as a graveyard
Its silence was so intense that even a dumb could easily hear heartbeats
Profession-betrothed invigilators kept eagle’s eyes; their discipline fad
Some intelligent pens were busy running on white sheets
While some unfortunate ones melodiously tap desks incessantly

The questions were bulky, too much for the brains to bear
Time’s up! Pens up! Yelled a harsh feminine voice from the hall’s rear
Hysteria took charge as students rushed forward to get script submitted
Lips lamenting that the fingers would have done better, if only the hasty clock had permitted 

Dejectedly and abashed walked out some lot
With a deep sense of Fulfillment stepped out some sort
After exams is the after party, the DJ asked: “Are you ready to dig it?”
And before you can say Jack Robinson, every guy & chick threw caution into the wind & boogied   
With weird steps, excited feet stormed the dance floor; bodies gyrated in a stress-rid bid
Champagne pop-ups ensued blended with an awe-inspiring 9ja equivalent of hip-hop
Dudes & blondes danced like there is a gift for a winner; a trophy or cup!
Whether exam sucks or not, Naccosites still rocks!



(SECOND SEMESTER, FIRST YEAR EXAMS)

In this world, am nothing but a passerby,
My years are counting, my days are numbered,
After my demise, for what shall I be remembered?
Will my footprints be on the sands of the earth?
Tell me, will I realize my dreams before my death?

Not gilded monument, gold or silver shall outlive this piece
For when am gone, am gone for good, am gone in peace
Gone from this ill-ridden, endangered & flawed world
But before then, for you lovers of my poem, I have a word;
Engrave my words in your heart, let it be a healing
I hope you get my word, I do hope you share in what am feeling

For I have spent my life the way I could
I have done all I was sent to do
My mistakes erased, my blunders removed
My shame is just but a sham
My pride is flawless, to the world; it rendered no harm.

For If I die, am not gone, I only transited
I live eternally in your hearts
Weep if you can, mock me if you will, praise me if you wish
If you weep not, my love for you liveth still, it rots not
Though, this world is chillingly cold; the grave will be agonizingly hot

For now, I remain a wanderer on the face of the earth
Searching for my promise land, searching for my destiny
They say, my destiny is in my hands, how come poor me still search
I Search for my destiny because it lives not in my hand
It lives in the hand of the superior being.
To him, my allegiance belongs, to him my life belongs
Even when am gone, we shall remain one.

You have no reason to cry for me after all
Because my esteem fall not, here and hereafter, it remains tall
Call kiths and kins, call friends and foes; Let the whole world gather
Dance and rejoice because I have gone into higher glory
To generations and generations, narrate my story
Play my favourite song, let music flow like river
For music is my ally, healer and teacher

Tell’em of a man of valour, a friend of all, enemy of none
Tell’em of a man who survived through the hustle and tussle of life
Tell’em of a man, who made it through against all odds
Tell’em of a man with a good heart and a solid faith
Tell’em all about me, leave nothing untold
Tell’em of my flaws; from it they can learn
Tell’em of my success and diplomacy; from it, good things they might earn.

I will be posting a bit of my 'piece'
peace!

With sleepy eyeballs
Heavy eyelids
Tir'd body system
Weary brain that work bit-by-bit
On a slow PC which process in a second; just a byte!
In front of a blurry, black n white 10' monitor
Hitting hard on an hardy but not handy IBM keyboard
Weary hands placed on a static 'mouse'
In my girlfriend's house
Around 2: 30am, on a bamboo seat, i sit typing this poem; what an oddly-odd!
Quitting is not on my mind, even though am getting bored
What's it about me and poem writing?
My passion pushes me to write till my body cries of pains & pangs that get heightened!
Grandpa always says that: 'A wise warrior lives to fight another day';
Therefore i stop here, tomorrow, in my poems; I will shine a brighter ray!

This is the complete one!

With sleepy eyeballs
Heavy eyelids
Tir'd body system
Weary brain that work bit-by-bit
On a slow PC which process in a second; just a byte!
In front of a blurry, black n white 10" monitor
Hitting hard on an hardy but not handy IBM keyboard
Weary hands placed on a static 'mouse'
In my girlfriend's house
Around 2:30am, on a bamboo seat, i sit typing this poem; what an oddly-odd!
Quitting is not on my mind, even though am getting bored
What's it about me and poem writing?
My passion pushes me to write till my body cries of pains & pangs that get heightened!





Peeps you can check out my poems @ poemhunter.com & allpoetry.com
Critiques are highly welcome! (It only keeps getting better)
Grandpa always says that: "A wise warrior lives to fight another day";
Therefore i stop here, tomorrow, in my poems; I will shine a brighter ray!