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Literature / Ode To My Guardian Angel |ehi Mwen| Chi| Ìkejì|emena|tamuno|moshin by SpearePoetry(m): 5:26pm On May 13, 2020 |
Ode to EHI MWEN... Ehin mwen, Ehigiamusoe escort thou me On our journey through the riddles Of life and on our way back to report To the creator, Òsa Forsake me not, Ehi gue mwen For All formed in the belle of a woman Is a 'predestined' destiny. Ehi mwen Ehi gia to, let our spiritual communication Be ever constant oh thou revered Ìkejì To me, I pray thee Thou be a divine guardian And a god - father. Ehi mwen A i s' agbon hi Although man may blindly challenge His chi to a duel, He cannot now change His predestined circumstances Or fate. For predestination is done in heaven Where man present to Òsa He wishes and desires. Ehi mwen Ehi bo mwen Lahor' do not be forgetful. Sokpan, favour me even when my store houses Flows unending with tempestuous rage, Wealth in abundance like the ikpoba river Ehi o r'uwa. Ehi mwen Ehi z'ogie A man in conflict with his emena Shall never be king, Forgive me, my ignorances; Dos and don'ts. Tamuno, even in disagreement Still lead me on my all knowing Invisible half. ghops..
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Literature / The Story Of A Ghetto Boyfrom A Lithbook Of Tales| By The Afrikan L'yion by SpearePoetry(m): 10:20pm On Apr 17, 2020 |
From a Lith Book Of Tales "The story of a ghetto boy' Once I was A little boy, The many Little things, Deeds They Made me Smile And life itself; Was without worries. But quickly I became A man And gang (society) Put a gun Into my hands. They Told me That i could Live or die. Though I didn't know The reason why? But my gun (orientation) became my tool (toy). 'The story of a ghetto boy' *closes chapter* ghops
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Literature / Blackboy- From A Lith Book Of Tales; For Kwakwekokou - By The Afrikan L'yion by SpearePoetry(m): 10:08am On Apr 13, 2020 |
BlackBoy - From A Lith Book Of Tales; For Kwakwekokou - Black boy Kokou Black boy kwakwekokou Ngiog'i Do know Your black is beautiful and Like me, you was never told 'The uniqueness of being Negroid. Although being black is howbeit beautiful We are the sole symbolism of everything evil. Oh they know we are all kin; Real rude boys from Kingston Aftermath of too many hours Showing backs to the smiling sun Cold shuddering drizzling, pouring wet rain Working on colonial plantations And religious households. We were free men Taken from the comfort of our huts To the never ending Frank's ocean. Many thrown overboard,gift for Poseidon To steer clear his tempestuous waves. Forgive us our sins Oh thee benevolent maker, the son And the holy spirit. But For what tribulations, crimes, faults did our black race commit? To be rejected; Unjustly deprived. ghops
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Literature / UHURU |a Quatrain Poem| By The Afrikan L'yion by SpearePoetry(m): 10:26am On Apr 07, 2020 |
UHURU No one ever gets freedom on a platter of gold... Without a fight, indoctrination may continue for Another generation, convincing and bold.. Till a people fade with time, clanging to memories of before.. ghops |
Literature / An Ode To The Hearth| A Poem| by SpearePoetry(m): 9:54pm On Apr 06, 2020 |
An Ode To The Hearth Everything born is birth Anything dies is dead Nothing ever really changes Because nothing is new Life is given This same life is taken. Emptied dreams Emptied hopes and aspirations At the river Styx eternally floats. Lukewarm; of what is hot And of what is cold? Man's infinitesimal problems Take all his times, for human life is Indeed vain and strife; Living to impress others impressing others. Oh mother hearth, Be revered, for home is Where lies true love and companionship Even at the end of civilization Let there be thy ever burning fire In our hearts, reassuring Serendipitous. Ghops
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Literature / AMASOWONMWAN | A Poem | By The African L'yion Pa Shakespeare by SpearePoetry(m): 9:29pm On Apr 06, 2020 |
AMASOWONMWAN At arm's, I am but your brethren, Ne pas comrade Pour gold most have sold Their Honors. Others, for a spicy pot of pottage The tree only bends to the wind Because it doesn't know how to do otherwise Ainsi be wise, precautions taken Births no aftermaths You are not your father's son Lest, you wear the family's emblem Upright; Off white greyish, ripen with time Solely relying on faith Hoping for the best, Yet ignoring all good Seeing nothing right with better. Amasowonmwan Strangers shan't lay a curse on you, Nor take your portion A few know your real names? Iten edo Even the gods forbid that a father bury a son But then also The child is the father of the man Alright? The darker the skin colour The deeper the roots, For sour sweet tastes the truth Like rumor, solid liquid smells it flavour Symbolisms of our ancestral struggle. Fear what you know Not the unknown, All these and more Are reasons why people drown At ovia river. ghops 1 Like 2 Shares
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Literature / #CORONAVIRUS |a Poem By The African L'yion| by SpearePoetry(m): 2:51pm On Mar 19, 2020 |
#CoronaVirus The end of both western And eastern civilization? As the case maybe, since none Truly pay heed or sacrifice to Neither the gods nor titans. Anyway, Armageddon is here! The end, shifted 20 years From the year 2000. Has come finally Killing a little less Than its first cousins AIDS, and Ebola Yet, The world has grown timid Shaken with fear and uncertainty. All playing victims, no heroes And ignoring actual facts; The varied adverse effects of bio weaponry, CDC's role in the creation and spread Of diseases, World politicos et.al Pharmaceuticals; will science solve this? Lest, hope tarries at arm's reach Dig shallow graves with Altruistic precision And fate, faith - It might just pass, But if it doesn't Welcome to the end of the world In a smirked face. ghops
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Literature / ELUMÈ A Poem By The Afrikan L'yion by SpearePoetry(m): 10:19pm On Mar 03, 2020 |
Elumè Akue ekume Eleme nnana A virgin should cry during the first night Alright? But for the mother of the world's savior Mary, the clans took an exception Elume for who is the father of Our saviour the second. Because according to you, We weren't approved to dance Ijo mummy ati daddy Swearing you will never do it unavowed Pe to ba se now, you'll be barren If we finally marry, a family rite or tradition! Please tell us and your mother The angels name, whom our good Lord sent this time For I can't be a Joseph Omo ita t' ja gan t' mo ni gboro That's who I am A new cloth unused should be new till used Jo kilo fun mama re For I am neither a racist nor tribalist Awon epe nla nla she utters; the ibo curses Invoking Amadioha while mentioning my name, Dont seem like any young man's wish Let her know I never saw the stream nor took a dive. Do explain to your mama akue The second coming Like a pastor's wife would. Spring should pass to Fall Whilst summer leads to winter A woman's heart would still hold the deepest and Darkest secrets, lies Leading a generation to its abrupt end. GHOPS
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Literature / Dance With The Storm | by SpearePoetry(m): 9:59am On Feb 10, 2020 |
************ We have sought after life, Right from the point when we, tiny semens Inside daddy’s two pride bags, Have to fight, so we’d survive. We have learnt about life, From the point of fear, Where adults screams lingers, And our inner voices tremble. We became older and our voices too, Like waters, we flow, Casting off all odds, We ignited a new beginning. We like the iroko tree they say, can withstand The tempestuous music of the wind. But can’t resist to be taken aback by the Many dance steps of the storm. Godwin Henry Osaigbovo (Pa Shakespeare) Jegede Dawal Joseph (joejegz)
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Literature / The Africans Of Old |poem By The Afrikan L'yion by SpearePoetry(m): 7:10am On Dec 28, 2019 |
THE AFRICANS OF OLD. The Africans of old At night, slept and of Africa For Africa they dreamt Of a day to come When Africans will be free Uhuru Uhuru Uhuru From every form of enslavement And oppressions. The Africans of old In peace and harmony coexisted mpende jirani yako kama unavyojipenda Oh they knew how to live For self and their community Ubuntu Ubuntu Ubuntu Hold a man up in his most darkest hour' For I am because we are. The Africans of ages past Held true friends with both hands For to wash one hand properly The other is implore. Wọn mọ 'That a man without a good friend Was he without a good fortune' Awethu Awethu Awethu Because the power to be - ing Resides with the people. ghops
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Literature / I Go To New York City | A Poem By The African L'yion| by SpearePoetry(m): 1:06pm On Nov 12, 2019 |
.... I go to New York City The suburbs I see children my age; In shiny black shoes Well ironed school clothes Protruded stomachs Wearing both ties and smiles Carrying lunch boxes As huge as an elephant's tusk From Thailand. Vroom zoooom Pim pim Vroom zoom Traffic lights blaring; Reds, oranges, Greens. Yellow taxes in long queues 'Good Morning America' just like the movies, Eddie Murphy. In the city I see parents; Men and women wearing Happiness and fulfillment On their long faces; For parenting is dying to self To live for others. Back home I had had to be a man Even before i could talk Cause in my part of the world Nothing ever seem to work My father, a war veteran who still Cry for spilling innocent blood In a war between two mad men. Announced, The news of the death of his comrade, Odonniski, the optimistic one Who died at the pension office Waiting to collect, in a resigned tone He too is tired. Weary from having done too much With too little outcomes. *after a moment of silence* He languidly whispers from the receivers end Of the telephone' The festivals will not hold this year, Son Our people barely have enough To eat now a days Times are hard. In my part of the world Nothing ever seem to change. Times had always been hard since the beginning; I mean since like Adam and Eve. The fathers and mothers live in penury Their children will inherit their fates Soon or later Recycled. But maybe live more miserably And in debt They are educated and too civilized now. Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare..
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Literature / LIFE ( An Ode To Life) A Poem Written By The Award Winning G -the African L'yion by SpearePoetry(m): 11:40am On Nov 12, 2019 |
April 12, 2013 An ode to LIFE (AGBON) The yesterdays, The todays and even the uncertain morrows In accordance to the law of nature Are in a state of a perpetual flux. The many stages We have Experienced Thus far, Buttress and assert the karmic theory Which states that 'whatever goes up will be reversed so It can be reached'. Our decisions and indecisions Are guides, navigating our paths towards Its designated fate, For a man is wholly free when he is dead. Oh! How true and dedicated many remain To life's hustle Amidst it's bellow mysteries And power tussles. Which arise as a need mistaken For peer pressure, For to sew a clothe, a tailor Must first take a measure. Agbon You are cheap but yet priceless, Harsh like the fate of Ikoka men after the curse. Sour Sweet like the taste of the Otien fruit And indifferent to man's plight. Agbon A statue should be made in your name Because your fairness knows no bound. For if you were biased, Only the few rich will survive Whilst the poor, animals And the trees will go into extinction. 'A wise man lives once And leaves while dying. While a fool dies several times And regrets even while living.' Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare Copyright © Speare Earth Poetry | Year Posted 2019 1 Like 1 Share
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Literature / Re: Nigeria Is by SpearePoetry(m): 8:05am On Oct 29, 2019 |
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Literature / Vain by SpearePoetry(m): 9:45am On Oct 18, 2019 |
At the port On our way to the Seas At land When we are lead to the slaughters -In this seismic illusion we call life, To Survive gainst all odd is just strife - Excerpt from (an Ode To Vain) ghops
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Literature / Nigeria by SpearePoetry(m): 10:08am On Sep 16, 2019 |
Nigeria! Nigeria! Nigeria!!! "A great nation indeed'" Our noble compatriots of old, chanted. An indomitable nation with unlimited resources; one with an inexhaustible description. Isn't it wonderful? A country that practised true democracy; One that understood the true meaning of education. A nation where our fathers and mothers were rewarded with brand new (peugeot)cars, private accommodations with federal incentives to set them up for life; just for earning the title, Graduate. Fast-forward today... Nigeria!!! Why has thou forsaken thine own glory? A glory so inestimable and auspicial enough to lighten the minds of the 'Oyibo man'; one which earned it the trophy of jealousy and envy from the white-skinned colonialists. Nigeria! How has the mighty fallen! How thy enlightened and graduates, Turned desperate and in despair, By the despots who endlessly promise Them green pasture; of course, With good intentions always attached. See! see! see! See the blood of your children flowing endlessly in a foreign land; the blood of your children wash the shores of a strange land! Eehhhh! Eehhhhh! Eehhhhh! See the tyrants in power busy deliberating again, scheming policies and implementing only the laws that rid your children of their only affordable one square meal of garri mixed with salt and maybe coconut. Their tears and pleas are not enough to pacify their greed... Ooh! The mighty has indeed fallen! The tyrants bear rule in the land! Thy children have become slaves; both at home and in overseas. Darkness has finally befallen the land! The gods have gone to sleep; They have fled out of fear of the tyrants' uncontrollable and resolute greed. And here we are, With no revolution to birth a better tomorrow in view, Awaiting with a hope, that may never come. pegi - peter ekhator godwin iyendo ghops SpeareEarthPoetry2019 #SayNoToXenophobia 1 Like 1 Share
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Literature / Nigeria Is by SpearePoetry(m): 8:18am On Sep 12, 2019 |
PEPT (Nigeria Is ) Tiri stands steal For three to stand still, alas Mad men no longer bath inside dirty dustbins At the market square anymore See them for government houses; acting shady Whilst Papa ejiro et.al don almost slim finish. Tiri stands still So three can stand steal The hope of the common man, Dashed against a very hard rock, fate darn. Who be think say 1 man for fit rule 1 country Without any form of formal education. The country, Nigeria Is a case of, Tiri days spent halfway, through a completed route. GHOPS #NigeriaIs 1 Share
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Literature / Re: When You Do Die, What Will You Be Remembered For by SpearePoetry(m): 7:15pm On Sep 05, 2019 |
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Literature / When You Do Die, What Will You Be Remembered For by SpearePoetry(m): 12:22pm On Sep 05, 2019 |
When You Die, What Will You Be Remembered For "In These Days, We Prayed" 19/04/2012 ************************* On this journey, we call life, We are all survivers. Striving daily, Hoping for another life. But time, And the time cometh for us also to die. When you pass away What will you be remembered for? Of stakes, in deeds Of love or hate Of either good or evil When you do pass away, What will you be remembered for? Dirges at funeral sites One moment of silence observed, Then, altogether We forget the dead, To truly die. As memories Are blisters on a sore throat. And Dreams, Nightmares when a sisters body bloat. We will all die Later or Sooner, We never really know when or how. Yes! We are but men. So when you do pass away What will you be remembered for ? ghops brait Copyright © Speare Earth Poetry | Year Posted 2019 1 Share
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Literature / Greys People by SpearePoetry(m): 9:37am On Aug 28, 2019 |
( an ode to the Greys) We see through their eyes, We Feel their pain And hold their emotions in highest regards, But in love, theirs is never to reciprocate. We are the light in the dark Their black when they are white We are the Greys people The durst solely chosen To believe where believing is void; For if Hatred is served as Received, Love May never reign. ghops
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Literature / Our Own Heroes by SpearePoetry(m): 9:40pm On Aug 26, 2019 |
Our Own Heroes ********** "We, Birthed by parents; Without prior planning For a proper alignment of their kids destiny, yet, Here we are, Our own very selves, Our own heroes!" We Are, Our Own Heroes We've come this far; gods in human form. We've visited the very eye of the storm of life; Waded through the jungle of life's harsh reality... Bathed in its gore and ruthlessness. We've seen it all; Yet still standing, lording over our eventful conquest in our own little way...savouring the pleasure of a victory earned through combat...a combat of will. Though, without a grand ceremony to honor our presence among mortals; Yet, we will lay claim to our divine trumpets, We will horn our praise till the rest of the celestials join in our unsavoury dance... The dance of the Immortals. With it, we will build an atmosphere of gaiety and galore... an atmosphere of a distinct piety. Then, we shall boldly say, facing the mortal world: We Are Our Own Heroes! Peter Ekhator Godwin Iyendoe (pegi) ghops Copyright © Speare Earth Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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Literature / Re: Rain by SpearePoetry(m): 12:54pm On Aug 24, 2019 |
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Literature / Rain by SpearePoetry(m): 12:24pm On Aug 24, 2019 |
RAIN POETRY *Lightening and thundering in the heavens Aves scatter about in the darkening skies, In search of refuge. It will rain and the bird’s foot shall not touch water The rivers soon to go into unrest* At times We tarry awhile For your arrival Other times You come uninvited; Breaking the soil in violence Drizzling continuously Varying neither In volume nor speed On such days, When you rain screaming cats And drowning fishes, The Sun In no circumstance say good morning Or else bon nuit Telling time becomes a watch’s sole duty. The clouds wears a blackish grey cloth Like an ibo woman mourning The death of her husband Who died young and rich. In the square miles Go slow … Horns honk Head and rare lights blare Red and orange - yellow at different intervals Port holes well into streams Gutters sing melancholic songs in a rush Whilst the drainage systems become unsufficient Leaving part of the city waterlogged Pubs, bars, mini - bars are littered with both Pile of burnt cigarette ends, emptied bottles And people mos sickly from the cold Wearing thick sweaters Hand gloves, shoes … as well as Exploiting all avenues to fornicate Whilst in the rural settlements (the landly) A farmer’s one true nightmare Comes to life; a very sour and sad reality The lepers, aged and Women are grateful for water, rain water The fisherman stays ashore, content A hunter’s game, halt Rain ‘Is a blessing and a curse…? But when its torrent, implies The gods displeasure with man’ A conjurer’s avenue to getting fatten. Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare Copyright © Speare Earth Poetry | Year Posted 2019 1 Like 1 Share
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Literature / Ten (10) Shillings by SpearePoetry(m): 9:39am On Aug 22, 2019 |
10 SHILLINGS ( a before independent Nigeria, excerpt ) . At night He came with his family; The whole band, All looking somewhat tired and hungry. Oga! He shouted, and then a quick grin. Month end don pass ooo, And you promised To pay on demand the Sum of ten shillings’ You remember? Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare #SpeareEarthPoetry Photographs by @Jphotomoralism1
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Literature / E Luu by SpearePoetry(m): 7:25pm On Jul 09, 2019 |
E LUUU An elegy to Alex-Tina Rebecca Avode Egianruwa Aizenosa - for tuly, we don't dictate nor chose for the gods - Laugh Crry Love Hate Just like Real human beings Who at night Lay waste THEIR sorrows And worries. Laugh Cry Love ‘for fathers now bury The corpses of their daughters’ And sons Whilst mothers burn Leaves of the iyonno lily To ward off the ghosts of their Once beloved. Laugh Crry Love Hate For little we see in life Lesser we know about life And not a thing But dreams, Hearsays Of the afterlife. ghops 1 Share
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Literature / Africana by SpearePoetry(m): 8:03am On Jul 04, 2019 |
Africana, a poem that details the pre - colonial, colonial and post -colonial Africa, her rich history, struggles and unique cultural heritage in a picturesque execution. Africa will Rise Up Tall,Bold, and rule the Earth again But first Africans must be Africans and more, not more and black. Mathew R, 2014. initiator, AFRICANA - the movement © AFRICANA (A Poem ) "Our forebears broke kola nuts And offered prayers To the benevolent maker, Whose name varied from one tribe to another. They lived in peace and harmony." This was way before The meek white missionaries Made landing on our shores. Africana They condemned our customs and traditions. They said our ways were too primitive. So they burnt down our shrines And in its stead, They gave us their three C's. (Christianity, civilization and commerce) Africana These white saviours, in their glowing white robes Baptised our forebears In the name of the Father, his Son and his Holy Spirit. Whilst our fore-elders learnt how to pray, They formed a government, And on our natural Resources they preyed. Africana Albeit their government lynched our forebears. In the church, Both the oppressed and their oppressors Screamed amen. From two conspicuously separated rows; The salvation bringers occupied the front seats The back seats, sanctified for the blacks. And they said their God was impartial. Africana They captured, tortured and shipped Our forebears to the americas; To work their cane plantations, Cotton fields, paddy fields, sugar plants. The unfortunate ones, thrown overboard To swim Frank's ocean. Africana And many centuries after their first landing. We, the descendants of former slaves, Rose from our slumber And fought for Africa's uhuru. This freedom many willingly laid down their lives... And when at last, We were declared independence, Our struggle for survival began. GHOPS 1 Share
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Literature / Ramadan Kareem by SpearePoetry(m): 3:46pm On May 15, 2019 |
Ramadan Kareem Alhamdulillah, The crescent moon is sighted The dawn of another Ramadan. In these Four Weeks of mercy, 30 days of worship, 720 hours of Spirituality, 43,200 Minutes of Forgiveness, 2592000 Seconds of Happiness, May Allah accepts our good deeds, Forgive our transgressions and sins, And ease the suffering of all peoples. May the great Allah shower our paths With light and knowledge! May Allah always guard us all Throughout our journey in life May the great Allah fill our lives With health, wealth and joy May Allah infuse in us courage. Courage that will help us all To triumph over the adversities of life. May this Ramadan enlighten us; Clear our understandings and judgment Between right and wrong, truth and false. And may be teachings of The Prophet Sallallahu 'alayhi wa sallam Be our guide through out this holy month. La ilaha illa l-Lah, Muhammadun Rasulu l-Lah As-Salam-u-Alaikum GHOPS Copyright © Speare Earth Poetry | Year Posted 2019 1 Like |
Religion / Ramadan Kareem by SpearePoetry(m): 3:28pm On May 15, 2019 |
Alhamdulillah, The crescent moon is sighted The dawn of another Ramadan. In these Four Weeks of mercy, 30 days of worship, 720 hours of Spirituality, 43,200 Minutes of Forgiveness, 2592000 Seconds of Happiness, May Allah accepts our good deeds, Forgive our transgressions and sins, And ease the suffering of all peoples. May the great Allah shower our paths With light and knowledge! May Allah always guard us all Throughout our journey in life May the great Allah fill our lives With health, wealth and joy May Allah infuse in us courage. Courage that will help us all To triumph over the adversities of life. May this Ramadan enlighten us; Clear our understandings and judgment Between right and wrong, truth and false. And may be teachings of The Prophet Sallallahu 'alayhi wa sallam Be our guide through out this holy month. La ilaha illa l-Lah, Muhammadun Rasulu l-Lah As-Salam-u-Alaikum GHOPS Copyright © Speare Earth Poetry | Year Posted 2019 |
Literature / AGHAMA -the Story Of Queen Iden - by SpearePoetry(m): 9:46pm On May 13, 2019 |
*from a Lith Book Of Tales* AGHAMA (the story of QUEEN IDEN) When the rains refused to go away And the sun in desperation looked the other way. The moon seemed to be out of reach And for this,the stars embarked on an outreach. The elders of the tribe Met,and decided to appease the celestial beings With a human sacrifice, as a bribe Whose fate is left to earthworms and ravens. But the procurement of the sacrificial item Became a predicament. For the famine brought along with it different ailment. But this woman willingly gave herself up as a totem. Aghama! How unfortunate,life turned out to be for you. The Belle, who will never be called mama For on this never returning journey the tribe chose for you. Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare 1 Share
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Politics / On Election Day by SpearePoetry(m): 1:28pm On Feb 15, 2019 |
On Election Day Party manifestoes re echoes for the last time These saviours in their most humble selves Are sincere with their requests; They want to repair that which was never ruined. They will bring plenty money on election day Very plenty money,They know we are hungry. They don't want us to starve anymore, So they will pay us for our votes. And... Many of these intellectuals; the internet critics And the so so will be home acting as watchdogs As the election progresses. Their votes would have made a fat difference, To the final outcome of the election results, but... We'd all rather hope, pray and still wish. Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare 1 Like
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Literature / Count By The Polls |ROAD TO GENERAL ELECTIONS2019 by SpearePoetry(m): 2:33am On Dec 22, 2018 |
Play like play A fourth year again Free rice and naira bills This year only to a higher bid Change the change It's that time again When we change history for gains For thoughts; A black man's problem is his greed Chop for belle, it is me alone One day e go better Today lemme ride along Only leaders bring changes Vote for me; I'll do you right I am a youth too, i share your plight On election day, dem go arm dem thugs And police; their only job is to bring people fright This year again, I go stay house No favour, no harm I kukuma no vote them last term At least a valid ID for another 4 years Power to the people! But if the people revolt and refuse to vote How best do the people transfer power To the few people in political positions? A government of the people By the people, for the people Democracy; In Nigeria, we demonstrate craze. Godwin Henry O. Pa Shakespeare X Usi Jupiter Chuka
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Education / For All The Lost Children by SpearePoetry(m): 12:20pm On Dec 20, 2018 |
Only as a child gbomo gbomo was ill luck He picks kids like shale in shores Wilted roses This is for all the lost children Again, do you look for Jesus? Herod it is to slay hundred pure bloods for the lust of power and authority Cold stones, This is for all the lost children Do not shoot me I want to grow old Send me not on suicide I am your only hope This is for all the lost children Marry me not like Gandhi my heart, too small a filed for vines Do not prey on my female gender I am as much human as you This is for all the lost children Do no take away my freedom with war or man made pestilence Take not away childhood joy accuse not my religion or colour This is for all the lost children I am young, A Refugee looking for a new home by your boarders Send me not to the sea of nowhere I am another’s but could have been yours This is for all the lost children USI JUPITER x Godwin Henry O 1 Share
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