The Greek's Return
We are facing our own sins, The sins of yesterday, you all committed, Against us, yes against us, you all committed it, Now, woe is our friend, woe under the sun.
Like a bread soaked in a tea cup, Our lands are soaked up with bloods, And it can no longer drained down.
Unseen voices of a black child crying in a forest, With wind of sorrow shaking the darlings bud of trees.
Can't you hear the cry of the owl in the bamboo tree? Crying for rafia palm to stop their sweet palm wine, Can't you see the drunkard laughing in the gutter? His mouth opened "more wine, more wine" he said.
The Greek has return back to us, Umu dot, like a seed that germinate anywhere, Onye dot, they even grow on rocky ground, You are the dot growing tall in all part of the world.
We are dot at home but giant abroad, Exit the circle, exit the circle, I said, Don't just sit back, go and cry to wind, Cry to the sea, cry to forest,cry to every corner, Cry your cry, cry until our voice is heard.
-Warri Stanley
Ipoetry present (c) 2021

`Amotekun`
Everywhere is falling apart, And the world rotating relentlessly, Turning its axis of good will and evil, Up and down it goes.
Whether fallen or standstill, And sound of so many unborn crying, And unrest Boulevard of bones, With ghosts forces manipulating the earth.
Alagbara`, the canopy of ife`, The amotekun` of yoruba land, Fresh grasses of high flames, You are the one who held the world with a finger.
Whether there's cry in the south, Or the Coldplay of dead tears in the north, Or secrets ones hidden under iroko trees, Amotekun ` I know you see beyond mortal men.
Only you can purify the stained soil, Stains of so many red years ago, If it is not so, why half of a yellow appeared? And they watched the full video, And a man short trouser became longer than necessary, But He's coming back wipe every tears, that is second video.

-Warri Stanley Ipoetry (c) 2019 Poet:+2348122934571

The Rape.

You were raped,
I was raped,
We were all raped,
Of all our virginity.

The white soil came and mixed with us,
And their bouyant fragments left for us,
That has put our greenway behind us,
Are the true rape of our virginity.

The land flow with tears of rape,
By that our student that look like ape.
If a man will not nail his own nape,
Then we must keep our virginity.

Because of that strive for power, everything,
Everything, thing to thing, wrong, I mean everything.
If you have it or not, nothing is nothing.
Unless we ceil our virginity.

All our cities are razed because of cast-eye.
Repent, repent, all of the eye,
If they say, their eyes are not born again, they lie,
Then why is there a broken virginity?

We all have cried and cry,
We cry bloods in all our cities, but cry is cry,
And the only ear we have has travel to lie,
He will not hear cry of lost virginity.

Now my virgins where is your faith?
Has it now transform to fate?
No, no, oh come hope, oh come faith,
It is time to Ceil our virginity.

WARRI STANLEY.

Omo`oja. (Child of sorrow)

Twelve months has gone, Swells stomach has not rest. You did not miss the road. Because the DNA rains in you.
Come out and walk in your soil. The guts that carried you since, Are now bored,impatient and weary. And legs slender,slim like candle.
This oil soil,which others gladly walked.
Even though we are from the suburbs. You just lie in there hearing her words. Are you scared of the crowded globe? Even if our own hands are tight.
Why not still come? Come to your world. We Will still carry you like a king.

‘’Yellow Pepper‘’

At the hallmark of venus for adonis,
Where naked brains make the choice.
Choice for choice, man for man, they made.
Replace them that is all we want now.

Hmmm, every souls is walking unclad now,
in this happy land of uncertainties,
Our breeze is peppery,and water salty,
And the year ahead us is naked,
Like a new born baby whose days untold.

Since three years rocks grew everywhere,
Every sweet water has become onugbo,
And our wines are red like bloods,
Our own garri is as expensive as motor parts,

If we must sing songs of birds in the next years,
Then old POETMEN must not be chorus leaders,
Because our ears are tire,tired of same old lyrics,
Tired of all those songs composed by old POETMEN.

Many old POETMEN has delivered pepper into our eyes,
Where the eyes of every street is now dread red,
But painful how they easily forget their longtime suffering,
After reciting the poems of old POETMEN.

But if a man must man himself very well,
Why will a man take a coin and still birth hope？
Why will he eat a coin and lack it for four years？
Why will all promises becomes YELLOW PEPPER？

-WARRI STANLEY

Nice write

‘’Azeeza‘’

Angry circle of breeze stormed her away. And dropped her in the hill where he Iive You dare not run away, eyes are everywhere. Where the desert is full of mockery and temptation.
Here you are for days neither ate nor drank. This that comes from his ruff hands show gestures. How will she eat when her heart fortywinks in mares. With your half nose and one of your eye blotchy.
You seems not to be around in this desert, But your presence is here knocking her head. He always come with half of his dark face, Why is the other part of you not showing?
Home awaiting, your half is breezy around her. What do you really want? , blood or love? Her blood is bitter, bitter gulch through your gullet. If it is love,then take her home,you are everywhere.
-WARRI STANLEY

The journey

The Journey Like a car without reverse. Everything keep counting forward. Day in,day out as we grow. Each day open with a new dynamic.
The Journey Where stop,pause has nothing to play. Journey or not days still count. Every man owe journey to his destiny, In this journey there's no rewind.
The journey. Even erasers and correct fluid still dot. Because mistake and errors always the past. If everyone can turn back the hand of time, Then time and times comes with no mistake
The Journey Make numerous mistake in the day. But don't forget to learn from it. Days without mistake are fast coming. Until we see the day in white sun.
-WARRI STANLEY

Tanks to everyone who commented on this pose, i really appreciate every single one of u

His Wings And A Man
Night soldiers are here for no retreat, They parade every night in every street, Hunting for the souls of every street, O God und'r your wings I am, not the street.
When night daught'rs come to trade their soul, Und'r your wings, O, preserve my soul.
I pray thee, let the night daught'rs pass o'er me O Lord, let no night work'r devour me.
Thou has created me, shall I be slay? But only thy purpose, und'r thy wings I must lay, Let no sin deliv'r me into their hand, I pray, Will sins of bra and britches cause me to decay?
Thou who has saved me in the womb till now, Only in thy name I will always say avow.
- WARRI STANLEY

"The Burning City"
If everywhere is set ablaze, Peace running helter-skelter, And love happily travelled overseas, Like Nigerian youths, What is our own gain?.
If guns boom all day and night, If bombs blow our mansions to huts, And our exotic cars are wheelbarrows, Like the burnt Bayelsa. What is our own gain?.
If dark smoke is everywhere, With the voice of babies crying, And a black sun came shining, Like the burning dead, What is our own gain?.
If our biros are dangerous than guns, And if our papers are good coffins, To bury the country in our pockets, Like a man drowned in the sea, What is our own gain?.
If there is no love, there will be no peace. "A man without love can never be a poet" If we fail to have many more poets, Like those Afghanistan and Iran, What is our own gain?.
-WARRI STANLEY

The Country
Is my own, Yet I hate it, I dont joke with the cake, Wether cake tree grow or not, Is never my pain.
I'm a tree with flourished roots, Yet my leaves are dead dried up. Our pockets are fat abroad, Yet cancer eat up our skin at home. Like ashes falling from a burning wood.
Children, my leaders of tomorrow, They are on walking stick now, Every tomorrow come with old leaders, With the future so dark like charcoal, Because our dreams are in somebody's pocket.
In this my country, What I live, I live, What I get, I get, What I take, I take, Now what I vote, I vote.
In my lips I will say I love you, And my heart will say I hate you. Why trees don't pray for winds？ They rather be passionate for rain, So passionate like Moses.
In this my land, Let Jonah go to Nineveh for good errand, Let every charcoal heart change for good, Now let every pharoah stand up from every sit, So that many Moses can lead us to Canaan.
-Warri Stanley

"Ogogoro"

Waving to the bushes,
Digging the earth with toes,
Walking like wave of the sea,
And to lay beds on gutters.

Ogogoro biko, ogoro mi gwo.
Chorus of night worshippers,
Stomachs are filled with praises,
Praises in the realm of another spirit.

Okika have no mercy for worshippers,
He beat and rub them on the ground.

Those that did vigil all night long,
That put their wives on lonely beds.
In the morning they come home barking,
And some others comes wasting the day.

You exalt men very high in a moment,
In another, you will rub them on dust,
And make men like no family,
When the women have asked,
You squeeze your face to take it in,
How come you derive your best pleasure?

Ogoro will never cease to flow,
Kaikai, are you what to worship this night?
Because your men are already at the rendezvous,
Checking out the list of today's worship,
Mc Dowell, hennesy, martell and jack is there,
They are there to collect their offerings and tithes,
They are all sons and daughters of ogogoro.

-WARRI STANLEY

The Dead Year
That year that was very young, With new dreams and aspirations. I only close my eyes and open them, All I could see is a very old man.
A old man with many wills untouched. Soon he will die to rise new, And he will born new goals and plans. Some short legs and some long legs.
Sounds like guns and bombs in the air, Musicians and DJs will collect their tips, And the atmosphere chorusing, But a poet is a lone stander.
I see children chasing fowls everywhere. Chickens are scared of groundnut oil, Roaches stop dining with them long ago, And rams will stop eating grasses soon, Because we are about to bury a dead year, Raising roofs and dust like no other deads before.
We will see the hand of the clock soon, Clocking from the dead hand to new one. Soon we will all rise on top of our voices, Shout loud, we made it, like the only first time. And we are celebrating us getting old too, Those new years of yesterday,are old men of today, Because if a year die, another will bury it.
-Warri Stanley.

"Heaven"
Heaven is Heaven, Without seasons and timeless realm, Where angels sing endless praise, To our father.
Father of all spiritual beings, Who sat at the apex of the world.
Heaven. A place without darkness, No sickness and sorrow, Where men will be free like the birds, And His glory will shine forever
Heaven has no comparism.
Over there in welkin there is enternity. No first class ticket or business class, "No issues of Nigerian or American citizen, But being a citizen of Heaven is the greatest gift" Because a man must know his believe.
"If we are to use visa to access Heaven, It would have be more expensive than a man's life" And no one could have afford Heaven ticket. But Heaven is free, that's how God work, And hell is equally free, but chose Heaven. So that your soul will not waste.
The world is just a market place, And your home is far off. Every man is as good as a trader here. Some make profit and some make loss, Whether gain or loss you must home, Where is your home?, Only believe can answer that, Because mine is in HEAVEN.
-WARRI STANLEY

"EXTINGUISHED"
That night was not getting younger, Only few eyes were still opened, It was an Africa night, So dark like the charcoal, And my eyes refuse to welcome sleep.
I could smell Ewa Agoyin, Burning. I saw Tope and Ayo fetching water with basket, In my dream.
Twirintwirin noise of those blood sucking agents, The chirp of the deep night insects, The squeaking of the mice, And those hawks that dust their feathers on the thatch, Often prevent my eyes from enjoying the dream
My body was welcoming breeze of the night, And my eyes were getting tired. Sudden I saw a huge flare, Burning and gushing out fire everywhere, Like Sodom and Gomorrah. It seems the only Aso among the huts is on fire, My eyes became clearer like Dstv, And sleep has disappear to the land of remembrance, But the present was like a dream.
The pandemonium erupt of the desiccated bamboo, And the anhydrous thatches was flaring higher. Soon there came a soronous voice from the west, A voice like that of a sororal or fraternal, They all left their sleep in the bed, Running here and there "mo don oku , mo don ku o"
Now I could remember my dream.
It was the Aso burning, But it must be extinguished.
-WARRI STANLEY

"PRAYER AND THE WAR"

The name of Jesus is the only weapon I know.
In Him, I will conquer any war,
They wlll come with arrows and guns ,
But I will come against them in the name of JESUS.
After I have decree with orison and believe, Because in name of Jesus only one thing is sure.

Victory, victory, the name of Jesus mean victory
"Before and now ,I have never see a any man,
Who truly fought with name of Jesus and lose a battle"

Victory, victory in a gunless war,
I will shout out His name in the war front,
Their arrows and bullets will be like mosquito bite,
And their bombs will be like the dust.
They will explode calmly with safety,
Because it has been determinated by the blood.

Victory, victory always in the name of Jesus.
I will shout out His name in the sea,
And the sea will froze like the rock.
I will walk across it, after it will defrost,
And the fishes shall exult in His name.

Victory, victory in the name above every name.
"I have tested it, and I have seen it,
Only in the name of Jesus you can win any battle"
Even if, on your own, you try to lose it, you'll still win.
Whether rugged or cunning war, victory is sure.

Victory,victory in the name that conquered the world.
In His name the battle has already been won,
My duty is just to go and claim the title,
And in His name I will return all the glory,
Amen.

-Warri Stanley

BIRD OF NIGERIA

Wave your wings every season, Wave green and white wings without treason. You will always continue to spread that feather, Even as you get more wider.
This bird wave at us everyday in peace. And we breathe the air of peace. Sometimes we sleep and some others we dreams, And we see nightmare in our dreams.
Living, sometimes into hands of a rebeller, But that can only make the bird get stronger.
Vultures will not tear this bird apart, Even if everything should fall apart. This bird will not stop flying, Even as it fly without wing.
Bird, fly to every corner, tell the police, There is every need for justice.
Go and wave your feather to the school, Tell them to swim in ken like a man on the pool.
Go and wave to the north, tell them we're one. Now wave to the south, tell them we're one. Go and wave to the east, tell them we're one. Now wave to the west, tell them we're one
Smile with your teeth painted white and green, Smile, because even our land is green.
-WARRI STANLEY

"Love"

She appears like the ray of light
In the darkest peak of the night
Blazing radiance towards me
Like a dream of once upon a time
Her love is all I could feel this time

What shall I really compare her to?
My thoughts run wild

She's like the lily of the sea
Buried deep within the sea
Her habiliment shines like the sun
And when she smiles
Oh...her smile shines brighter than the sun

But if all these smiles are true
And all these feelings are true
If love and feelings are songs
Then my ears shall listen to the tune

Truly truly, this is where I belong
If love is the only breeze blowing
Then let me relish it until it stops flowing
Until there is no more room in my belly
Unconcerned I shall be about having a bluggy belly
No more cares or worries

Our love will be like Jack and Rose
Keeping afloat on the sea
Yet it will not vanish into the depths of the sea
It will never be like Ali and Nino,
For I am not Ali, neither are you Nino.

-WARRI STANLEY.

~‘’ALL OF YOU‘’~

It's all of you that own this poem;
I am not even the author of this poem.
This poem is written by all of you,
It's written by all your religions,
And by all your ancient traditions.
If it is all not so,
Then I'm lying.

Tradition will cut of your hands,
But not t o take away your eyes.
It always run through our bloods and veins,
Like my last days in Atlanta.
If I say I have not been there,
Then I'm lying.

If I say I wrote this poem all alone,
Then I'm lying.

It's like copy and paste.
This poem is a decent fighter,
Whether militant or boko haram,
I don't want to know.
Then I'm lying.

This poem will go to the grave,
This poem will resuscitate.
It will walk to the schools,
It will go the church or mosque,
And it will fall on the streets,
Like a dead man's fall.
This poem I have not see it,
Then I'm lying.

Whether christian or not,
God is just one, not many more.
"In as much as God is love,
We are love, unless you are not".
Let no religion cut you off,
If this poem that is not mine,
That I said it belong to you all,
And I don't know what is written in it,
Then I'm lying.

~-WARRI STANLEY.~

Now that we are not in the era of angels, let the holy spirit lead.
-warri stanley

"Woman in love"
Even the deepest ocean flow, But the small heart cannot flow. Only hearts in love can move mountain. Love can climb the highest mountain.
Heart of a woman is deeper. But love can make it shallower. Woman in love so desperate, No sword can cut her to separate.
Her wrath for it asunder, Develop like venom of viper. Our love will rule our world. If only we can put in one word,
‘’Love‘’,love that will seize breath of men. Love is joy,why is it killing men?
-Warri Stanley

prospect11:
LIFE IS A MOVIE
Cozily relaxing my gluteus on a cushion
Saw a silver screen hanged up on the wall
Exposing the bareness of a loaded disc
From comedy to crying, horror to suspense
Human life would include a bit of the above
We are filled with memories as cameras recording scenes
You’ve watched an action film and saw how intensive the action was
An action film reveals the extent to which man struggles daily
A love movie shows adventure with just a little bend
A show of emotion humans tend to possess
A movie can’t be both
It is either wacky or awesome
But either of the two, remarks is always available
Whether you do it right or wrong, there are always critics
In your life’s movie;
Each person you meet automatically becomes a cast member
Our life’s movie is always with a director which is our creator
He gave me eye like the camera
My heart as the battery
And a functioning brain as the memory
You’ve got to watch a life movie once, no rewind
Too many times I’ve seen life movies
I thank the creator for giving me this chance
My life movie is playing on now
I know critics await me;
But they’re not going to stop me from trying
Waiting for the day my director will tell me that’s a wrap
It is the day I’ll say farewell
I’ll be gone to forever land
The land where only the fulfilled artists are
I mean the land of the dead
I’ll go up there and meet my family in the azure blue sky
I hope they’ll accept me
Only the duration of my movie will tell
Indeed it is like a movie
Taking place right on the stage
I’ve got cameras recording every scene
My battery effectively at work
Casts appropriately acting
With the greatest storage memory I’ve possess
The truth is just that;
Life is a movie.
© I’m Prospect

9ce job ma broda, buh ds line is odd among d lines of the poem "I mean the land of the dead"

Tears of the rain.
Just before you changed your face, Your opposit neighbour glow and shine, And it was tasty of your tears, Waiting to bury its head with tears.
It is your work, and you must do it, And no one on earth can stop you. It is the season of your tears, But cry a little more, rest a little more, Let your first tears dry before another. Then, land will not be buried in your tears.
But your own is not like that.
Now you have change your face again, And you are ready to cry your cry.
You had better don' t start, because if you start, you don' t stop. Until you have rapture waste of the streets, And until highways becomes canals. Until you have buried the whole earth, Until you have beaten up market women, And destroy what supposed to be sold.
Please go away, go away, come another day, Go to the north, cry there today.
Where cattles needs grasses to graze, And where men need water for crops. So that everyone can be locked indoors, Shed your tears there, cry like never before, Until you bury the land in flawless peace.
_ Warri Stanley

Am here, let's roll.

The Rebirth Of A Nation
We can stop giving birth to crooks and fraudsters, If all our minds are born again. If we stop stealing our glory to another land, Then this nation will be like heaven. And there be no room for witches and wizards. I love this land, I am so passionate about it like Jehovah. A land, where honey and milk is flowing. Yet, the people are been flogged by hunger. "Don't kill the land and make new crooks, Only one man cannot form a country" Let our minds repent. Do all you need to do to grow, But don't kill our land. Let the honey flow only in this land. Oh let it flow, and make it fine like Paris. "Let all streets have queens of the night, And let it glows like the sky" Where there's only moon and stars. "Enough, a concerted effort, a concerted effort, It's high time we stop. Stop running, let's face the war". Uber, I see Uber doing work of paradise, Julius Beggar, begging to do good job of the mind. MTN, I hail MTN for giving voice to the voiceless. Johny walker, keeping walking out, Wakanow, we are tired of you keep walking out. Engineers, stop eating. Start building at once. Dollar, you are on your own. Naira we are on our own too. Man, don't write JAMB and expect WAEC result. Honey, stop flowing away to the land of strangers. People, take a bold step, cast out the spell. Heaven, so that we may see heaven in all our days.
-Warri Stanley.

一个国家的重生 The Rebirth Of A Nation
我们可以停止生下骗子和骗子， 如果我们所有的思想都重生。 如果我们不再把荣耀交给另一个土地， 那么这个国家就像天堂。 没有女巫和巫师的空间。 我爱这个土地， 我像耶和华如此热衷。 蜂蜜和牛奶流动的土地。 然而，人们被饥饿所淹没。 “不要杀土地做新的骗子， 只有一个人不能形成一个国家“ 让我们的头脑悔改。 做你需要做的所有成长， 但不要杀我们的土地。 让蜂蜜只在这片土地上流动。 哦，让它流动，让它像巴黎一样好。 “让所有的街道都有皇后的夜晚， 让它像天空般的发光“ 哪里只有月亮和星星。 “齐心协力，齐心协力， 现在是我们停下来的时候了停止跑步，让我们面对战争“。 Uber，我看到Uber做天堂的工作， 朱利叶斯乞丐，乞求做好事情。 MTN，我用MTN给无声的声音。 Johny Walker，走出去， Wakanow，我们厌倦了你继续走出去。 工程师，停止吃饭。立即开始建设。 美元，你是你自己的。奈拉我们也是我们自己的。 人，不要写JAMB并期待WAEC的结果。 亲爱的，不要流淌到陌生人的土地上。 人们大胆的步骤，抛出了这个咒语。 天堂，使我们在所有的日子里都能看到天堂。
                  - 瓦里·斯坦利 - Warri Stanley.

The Rebirth Of A Nation.
We can stop giving birth to crooks and fraudsters, If all our minds are born again. If we stop stealing our glory to another land, Then this nation will be like heaven. And there be no room for witches and wizards. I love this land, I am so passionate about it like Jehovah. A land, where honey and milk is flowing. Yet, the people are been flogged by hunger. "Don't kill the land and make new crooks, Only one man cannot form a country" Let our minds repent. Do all you need to do to grow, But don't kill our land. Let the honey flow only in this land. Oh let it flow, and make it fine like Paris. "Let all streets have queens of the night, And let it glows like the sky" Where there's only moon and stars. "Enough, a concerted effort, a concerted effort, It's high time we stop. Stop running, let's face the war". Uber, I see Uber doing work of paradise, Julius Beggar, begging to do good job of the mind. MTN, I hail MTN for giving voice to the voiceless. Johny walker, keeping walking out, Wakanow, we are tired of you keep walking out. Engineers, stop eating. Start building at once. Dollar, you are on your own. Naira, we are on our own too. Man, don't write JAMB and expect WAEC result. Honey, stop flowing away to the land of strangers. People, take a bold step, cast out the spell. Heaven, so that we may see heaven in all our days.
-Warri Stanley.

God Is A Man
He can n'er be a woman, He can only be a man. He's the only man that man the men. Like a man's many children and women.
Someone who created himself and created others. Who created the world out of nothing but with orders, When there was no north and south, He was, And when there was no east and west also, He was.
When there was no America or China, And everything was like falling America. Men were on top trees like the little India, And birds were already singing hossana. The sky was filled with glory and power, And men were just subject matter.
He is the only true man of sage, And oth'rs are just like image, Image, that dwells in every book page. Who are just like the domage.
Woman's heart roam and change in a second. Like the devil and demons roar every second. "Don't forget, the devil is a woman, But God is a man".
-Warri Stanley.

LISTEN

When I tell you a story, listen
You might learn your lesson
I tell stories only in poems
That you may learn without problems

When I tell you a story, you need to be a thinker
And your horizon can only get wider
I am not a man with untrue stories
Check my works, I only tell you true stories

I was able to listen too
And that's why I am a tool

I tell the truth to them; the leaders
They too are supposed to be good listeners
so they can hear the cry of their followers
Those great men were all good listeners

Get the message into your ears
Let it flow into your veins, but bear...
...Bear it in your blood, let it yield results
Because without works and pain, there will be no results

Tell them, "listening is better than distraction
and distraction itself causes protraction"
Let all men listen carefully like a king
Kings...oh kings..before you decide on anything

Now go, go tell it to the streets..tell of their acts
Tell them to listen before they react
This would end all that stress
That this society of ours may progress

-WARRI STANLEY