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Where's my dream for a better tomorrow
When today fears what tomorrow might bring
My face mask is not enough to shield tears
The fear is more contagious than the virus

Where's the pope, let him burn incense
Let him pray for the end is but a breath away
So let the washing of hands prepare us
For the last supper may just be a meal away

Where are the memories we shared as friends
When I can't even hug my loved ones
Let this message be read a minute after
It should be your own way of social distancing

Where's the place for my skills and wares
When all the world markets is sanitizers
We're all unclean and need to be cleansed
All buyers in a market selling an imported virus

Where's the hope in all I have left to write
Than to pray this is not the end from the end
Read but pray for her to go away as she came
Can you still breathe...R O N A B.A...B.....Y

The mods in poems review section are inactive...
Na Dem know...they make the passion die...

When going On A Bard Journey


“WHEN GOING ON A BARD JOURNEY
FILL YOUR PEN WITH THE RAINBOW
ROLL A MAT MADE OF SCROLLS INTO YOUR MOUTH
LEAVE YOUR HEAD AT HOME
FOR THERE WILL BE NO PILLOWS TO LAY IT ON
SLEEP IN YOUR OWN BODY BAG
JUST in CASE YOU DIE IN YOUR SLEEP
PACK A TOOTHBRUSH MADE OF KNIVES
CARVE YOUR NAME ON A GRAVESTONE
IN CASE YOU NEVER MAKE IT HOME
LEAVE LANTERNS ON BROKEN ALTARS
TO LIGHT YOUR PATH TO THE SPIRIT WORLD”

Osamagbe Best

Let's organize a poetry award competition for every quarter of the year, we don't need to start with monetary rewards or gains but it can also be sponsored by anyone. I would for one donate to such cause. But I believe we can start a poetry award on this platform inside every quarter of the year.

We give categories such as
Best Chapbooks according to various categories...
Slam Poem of the year
Educational Poem of the year
Political Poem of the year
Social Poem of the year
Poet of year

All these categories can be based on voting either through Google generated voting platforms or via Nairaland polls or Number of Likes and shares on a poem.

What do you guys say?

Amah001:
Extremely beautiful piece

Thank you..

A call more than a call...

Nassara-maka(I salute) all who obey without fear or prejudice...

TWENTY ONE DAYS


Youths obey the clarion call
leaders deaf to the passion
for day and night will pass
a scheme for the lower class

Let us lift our nation high
while the end of lives draw nigh
reaping where we never sowed
leaving behind our homely homes

Under the sun or in the rain
with green laden wears who sees our pain
national salute to this land
our father's turn with shame underground

With dedication and selflessness
filled with pride and selfishness
Nigeria's ours, our pockets we serve
we redirect our path, formulated charts.



#eazyDredInks

Ask yourself who truly is the scammer?

Was it not the brooms and umbrellas that covered our senses and swept our freedom under the carpet of oneness and democracy.

Was it not the men in agbadas, suit and tie that scammed us without laptops but with ballot box...



You wonder how we sleep at night
while we ponder how we give our tithe
we just hope to make a difference
look how far we've come see the distance

We pushed buttons that paid well
yet you pray curses and unleash hell
we lit our mum's face with smiles
yet envied at how we live our life in style

We're not proud of our hand work
this could only be bought by our hard work
when you sleep our eyes walk
picking out our victims with our smooth talk

We know our time will come
but what about the ones who stole our future
the foolish ones who made us hate sleep
the selfish ones who made us love slips

You wonder how we sleep at night
yet you do not wonder how they steal our rights
make you pay for your own rights
then see no wrongs in the rights we exercise.


#Controversial-Silence
#sarki_eazy

SIM

sim means love in Jaba, a tribe in southern Kaduna.


36-24-36 that's my spec
she may be the last or my first
still stagnant in my driveway
she had the curves that made minds sway

Her headlights are sharp even in the dark
they could point you in the right direction
she was the very light needed for my spark
with no guns pointed, rods paid attention

She had curves that could bend a man
bend a man out of shape like a crushed can
feeble minds collapsed due to her in sight
sometimes the future behind her shined so bright

I know your thoughts young child
a woman is more than this, stop child
but your head still turns in the right way
for the wrong purpose your views still follow her pathways

You think that is lust buried in time
save it for our fathers who saw through time
there's more beneath the African waist
love for her body is not a total waste...

maynation:
Saannu mutumima.
Nice one.

Sannu yarinya...

noble4d:
Sannu ka poet, so fascinating, keep it up

sannu sir...