The Chat

“The photo you sent,
Is appearing black or white.
So which colour are you?
Are you black or white?
How black or white are you?”.
Waiting for her long typing reply.

“Woman hold your cell phone with your hands,
Firmly,reply me,reply, it's running late”

“Is your phone running or your eyes blinking?,
Please I ain't here for too many questions.
But perhaps, I'll emit to you anoth'r”

“Do that fast,seeing is believing,
Because I'm a Nigerian”

Not quite too long I received anoth'r.
But this time was with manifold colours,
Like old photos stored in an album.
Some colours faded old and grey.

“Madam,where are you sending this photos from?,
Twitter or facebook?, definitely not instagram”

“Oh what's wrong with you men of Africa?”
Her writing then summersault to a low peak.

“Woman,I'm the one waisting the hands of the clock here,
And even cheddar too,I'm a man of high taste and value.
Why the fury?,I've not sucked your milk,
Neither have I eaten your meat.”
My temper hustling and husting,rudely and bustling,
And my cell phone was hot and angrily shut down.

-Warri Stanley

copyright（R）iwrite poetry
（c）2017

Unlimited God

It is a massive world,
I'm yet to reach half of the world.
Your fing'r is larg'r than the world,
And your potency co'er the whole world.

You see the whole world in a second,
And you manifest wond'rs in anoth'r second.
You're here and there in all season,
Even as we all pray without ceasing.

Nothing can be strong'r than its own creator.
Even men of pow'r and all their splendor,
Leviathan, lion, hyena and the andean condor,
Are like pencil in the hand of the author.

His toe is o'er firm and unshakable,
His fing'r is unlimited and unstoppable.
His word is sufficient and unfailable,
His pow'r, awful inexplicable and unexplainable.

Sometimes is stand in awe, like a fool,
Because you're just too full.

-Warri stanley

great work, truly a chronicles

More than love

I would've asked, when I die for love,
Who will now enjoy the love?.
Because I love to be loved and love.
I don't want to die, but I want to love.

Love is when your life worth it,
And not just to gain the profit.

There is no love without sacrifice.
But man loves without sacrifice.

His Love is most expensive, but priceless.
His Love is colourful but fadeless.

He came and loved us than Himself.
Who paid for our misdeed with Himself.

On the cross, on the cross,He paid,
With His blood, He pay the unpaid.

You're just the origin of love,
You love what no one dare to love.
And all your doing is love and to love,
Because you're more than love.

-Warri Stanley

Bullet From My Love


It goes straight to the heart,
Piercing the heart across.
Pouring out invisible blood,
And living hollow vacuum behind.
Without itch on your face and body.

Where you die many times inside,
Where your world clock on ignorance of people.
Because no one knows you have emotion,
And your feelings combat with elusive beings.
And your secret tears touches the earth too,
That almost make all the rivers,
And I see all of that too.

The gun that fire the bullet smiles,
Hunting for another, and to fire more.
The more you cry,the more you die.
Stop at once, that, which is killing you inside.
Because you're an African.

Love yourself, love your neighbours.
Now before you walk, craw,
Before you cross, watch,
Before you eat, perceive.
So that you don't meet a second rain.

-Warri Stanley

heavenly hug
by warri stanley

no breathe in the sphere.
we have tired of this place.
that is full of suffering.
which is not our wish.

then we have to stay holy,
the great white throne is coming.
my body is ready to go,
then what about the heart?

heart to heart will count,
to many more dark hearts.
how will they pass the pace?
when the heart is the only key.

9ce work .......

The unqualified

If you all says we're unqualified.
And everyone is truly unqualified.
Then who will be in the temple?
Taking care of all His apple.

Who will do the business of my father?
And making profit for the father.
Yet you keep saying you're unqualify,
With all excusses of the butterfly.

You fly in and out and keep saying tomorra,
Come tomorra. No, always saying tomorra.

Who is the person that disqualified you?,
God or any man?, if none, then you.
Like PK will always say," He qualified the called
And all of you feeling unqulified,you're the called.

He will in his own spirit qualify you,
And you will again not see you.

If you have always been seeing yourself,
Know yourself not, know God, stop being on oneself.
And after you must have come unqualified,
By His elegant you will live qualified.

-Warri Stanley.
(C) 2017

The Outcry.

Has oth'rs not hear our outcry?.
'Cos you don't need to be here or there,
Our tears has made many oceans.
And we struggle to swim on it.
You swim, I swim,
Without land.
Has any one of you ev'r been here?.
Here or there,
Where the boys fill their belly with smoke,
With all those wat'rs of Sapele,
And to watch the ceiling dancing.
All through the night.
Yes, all through the night,
And to join the rats meeting,
Then wake to see anoth'r mystery.
And our cry stil remain our cry.
But they're growing into noma,
And seats are dancing,
They feel everyone is happily living too.
But I've not ate cake,
Nor drank from their black wat'r before.
I've not been stealing,
Nor found escort one to his grave before.
'Cos I know all living is living,
If all souls desert the world for you,
Like jupit'r or mercury
Can only you be?
If no,
Then why are you not happy about mr B existence?
But the seats know this not.
And that's why,
Yes,that's why,
Our outcry still remain our outcry.
And all is just stumbling to dust,
And the days are just looking,
Yes, looking, they comes to look us the way we look.
Like the pregnant cloud,
Whether storm or rain I know not,
But it must surely deliv'r,
'Cos our outcry still remain our outcry.

- Warri Stanley.
（c）2017

WE ARE THE WORLD
(The racist)

The world is the mysteries of God. Everything under the sun was created by God, like the inspirational book (Bible) says " there is nothing new under the sun". Adam and Eve were the first people on earth and they gave birth to all the people of this whole world. Were they white people?, if yes, then how come the black man?. There are questions you cannot ask anyone or God. The black man is for a reason as well as the white man. No one is better than the other or more valuable than the other. "God can never create a thing for a waiste, He so much value his creations". There is a reason to every single soul. We are all children of God and the world too, just that some are men and some others are women, some are tall, why some others are short. Some are white people, and to some others are black people. Take off religions, pull off cultural value and beliefs, man is the only creature that has the image of God "Read me from anywhere, if I'm wrong I shall give a proof, he that see a man on his two feet despite the colour or race and did not regard him as human is a fool". For how long will the world continue to kill herself?. Let us stand up, stand strong "enough is enough" say NO to recism, this world of racism must stop, the issue of white people killing black people or black people killing white people must stop. " Human beings are complete machines of value". All lives worth something, we must not try to kill our conscious, learn to empathize today. All humans have the same common characteristics, but thinking is the only thing that make the difference. Take this, "little words make you think longer, but long ones are self explanatory.".

-Warri Stanley

courtesy: One world campaign

Death My Foot

Who the hell are you?
Whenever you come,
Faces disappears into the earth.
And we'll see them no more,
And you'll always feel proud.

But you're nothing to be feared.
We always love to die for something,
When the light of the world died,
And all of us died too.
And when He rose, we rose too.

You're have been defeated.
So who the hell do you think you're?

Truly.You exist, but my foot.
We dream in your feeble fantasy,
Night in, night out we dream dreams.
Thinking you're a great vanquisher.

But if I die before I wake,
Then let it be cause of eternity.
Those who dreamt before they slept,
And who slept before they dream.
They're just sleeping awaiting.

So let the whole world exult,
Exult always like the stars
It has been defeated for your sake.

- Warri Stanley

The Missing World.

where is the world?
That world of our own.
The world is missing.
Like a missing coin.
where is the world?

where is the world?
It revolve time to time,
It kept moving on and on.
Move on, move on fast,fast.
And everyone move along,
Even on the missing path.
It keep coming and going,
As days open and close their eyes
They all kept missing,
The world refuse to follow,
The only way,the true light.
Now where is the world? .

Where is the world? .
I' ve been looking for it,
where have you all taken it to?
why is there still religions?
why is our skin eating our brain?
why indiginous and race still a problem?
why is our own frith vanishing?
where is the world? .

- warri stanley.

Only One.

Who could've be that being?
Existing in the face of the earth
Walking alone in the field of the south,
And to the desert of the north alone too.

God would've be with him always.
He Would've on his own not know sin.

Who could've be that only soul?
He could've be me or so.
Yes, because man is always selfish.

But to so much dissappoint the devil.
He created man and his fellows,
To enable him associate and be free,
Like the birds of the air.
And there is no limitation in his existence,
Specially those ones in the body of christ.

- warri stanley

to read more of warri stanley poems
visit www.warristanley..

Only One.

Who could've be that being?
Existing in the face of the earth
Walking alone in the field of the south,
And to the desert of the north alone too.

God would've been with him always.
He Would've on his own not know sin.

Who could've be that only soul?
He could've be me or so.
Yes, because man is always selfish.

But to so much dissappoint the devil.
He created man and his fellows,
To enable him associate and be free,
Like the birds of the air.
And there is no limitation in his existence,
Specially those ones in the body of christ.

- warri stanley

to read more of warri stanley poems
visit www.warristanley..

Title: The black facebook

Life is a facebook.
No one have time for your status.
Because everyone is busy,
Busy updating their own.

Eyes and mind are so distracted,
With the DPs and lies of wonders.
Everything is too real to be true.
A picture will appear so bright,
And your profile will glows,
You will see likes and comments.

And when another time comes back.
You see dislikes and criticisms,
Yet it is the same picture,
Appearing with multiples colours

Is your picture tagged on the first page?
Then people don't need to search much,
But if not, you need an hashtag.
Because life is a facebook.

- warri stanley

The Best Enemy.

You are the best friend to the boys.
You harboured them without saying no
Who at night or day gathered at your feet.
Who now dwells in your own towns,
But praying in the bush always,
Without the purpose of existence.

They said, they are coming for blessing,
And you will gladly accept them too.
You bless very little and but kill many,
But you said, you are their best friend.

Boys, who come to you white in the morning,
And later became very black in the evening,
Like a charcoal from a quiet oven.
Wearing different masks of abnormalities.

Boys, who shed many tears in solitude,
Who agree inside and to disagree outside,
Finding no other route from you,
They are the boys lost in the forest.
You neither help them nor show the way.
But you said, you are their best friend.

I see some of your tears in many colour,
And your tears has reached the world,
That makes the rivers that filled the earth.
Coz' you have not learn to make out your own.

Boys, where you are now is not your own,
And you do not own yourself all alone.
Only you have the power to change the route,
So that others can clearly follow you.

-WARRI STANLEY.

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log on to www.warristanley.

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Black Green Red
-Warri Stanley.

It all start with Adam and Eve.
How he fell was highly noted.
They were created to save and to kill.
Watch how Joseph was imprisoned.

Heart of woman black, green, red.
It chameleons from time to time.
It became black when there is grudges,
Then green, if about to love and to bless.
And becomes red when about to kill.

Great men have fallen and cast away.
See what Delilah deed to Samson.
He killed over three hundreds in day,
His judgement day,he couldn't kill one.

Because there is a woman behind it.

warri stanley the writer.
Warri stanley hails from Uwheru in Ughelli North L.G.A. Delta state, Nigeria. He attended Opu-Kabu primary school and Oproza Grammar School both in Patani L.G.A Delta state. He graduated from Nnamdi Azikiwe University,Awka where he attained BSc. in business administration, while he was still in the University, he wrote a book titled " Essay On Effect Of Population Rapid Growth In Nigeria ". Other of his works includes. " The University Gate " ( Educational), " Ogbanje " ( poem ), " To Love A Traitor" ( play ), " Political Birds ", ( poem ), " Epic " ( poem ) , " The Devil Is A Woman " ( Poem ). "The Cankerworm" ( poem )," The Touch Of Love " ( poem ) And lots more.


warri stanley is a model,poet, script writer, public figure and actor.
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The Wisdom

Maybe from the south or west,
I dazzled into sensational breeze.
Was it the first call for wisdom?
But wisdom is God's satisfaction.

Dark days come for stepping stone,
Lying on the tattered counterpane,
Without meditation subconsciousness.
Where time relentlessly linger on.
I thought I was calling for wisdom,
But wisdom is God's satisfaction.

Sudden I found myself in dim dreams,
Without wisdom for the next day use.
But wisdom is God's satisfaction.

When where I needed wisdom clock in,
With all solutions running far away.
And my first fresh morning yellow.
But wisdom is God's satisfaction.

And if I need must die for it,
Having meeting with time and meditation.
Tell meditation, it comes from time,
Tell wisdom, it comes from meditation.
But wisdom is God's satisfaction.

"He, who need pastor of wisdom,
Must be pastor of his own first "
Wisdom is the most important thing,
And understanding is an added virtue.
But wisdom is God's satisfaction.

-Warri Stanley

Viders

Carcasses are not lay to rests.
Their offal have been in pieces,
They were two thousand years.
Grey hairs and wrinkle skins.

They are like the mosquitoes,
They even flies without wings
Like the African chiropters.

Raising dust from their graves.
With hollow sets of dentals.
That is as good as straws.

Very Violent and eager to sucks,
Like the Hollywood vampires.

Viders, they only survive with bloods.
In the night, up and down they roams.
Errand-ghosts helped us to survives.
Lives would have been in their hands.

- Warri Stanley

The Walk mate.

When we pass all the valley alone.
We think we don't have a walk mate.
And we are physically alone,
Feeling heat of solitude and dejection.

We have One who is everywhere,
He is like everywhere you go.
The Air which walk along with us.
And I have bumped it belly wise,
I am now heavy like the rock.

When we pass all the valley alone.
When we feel we are tally hopeless.
And no way out of what we think.
We have One who is everywhere.

We may walk,plummet and sober,
There might be impedes,woe and impossibles,
When walking on the valley alone,
With untraceable feeth of the Air.

Sometimes you fall and cried a river.
And to many tears making a flood,
Always have feedback when booing,
I see a voice saying " you're not alone".

-Warri Stanley

Ancestral Thrones


Kimbasa is like elephant,
Greater than the whole land.
Kimbasa is a city of hope.
A city with undiluted virtue.

We all live in Kimbasa,
We breath air of hope or not.
Kimbasa where we all live to live,
Where our ancestors still in thrones.

Kimbasa was like every other city,
Ancient or modern city i dont know.
But Kimbasa was like other cities.
I could vividly remember Kimbasa.

Yes, Kimbasa is greater than USA.
Our Kimbasa is greater than china.
But, those our feeble foes,
Who has one way or the other,
Pinch our resources away,
Because of incompetence ancestors.

Kimbasa was like every other city.
A city built with irons and rocks.
Kimbasa is greater than USA,
Kimbasa is greater than china.
kimbasa is like elephant,
Yet, Kimbasa is like ant.

- Warri Stanley

1. Glory days
warri stanley

Looking up to men,
Is as good as disconcert.
Men rainbow comes with rain.
God rainbow has been there.

Thousand years has moved to kaput.
And we are still counting down.
God is God of impossibilities,
Even the globe is not exception.

He is autonomous and sovereign.
He is freelance and incomparable.
Supremacy and legitimated God.
You alone is worthy of kudos.

You alone need all the extolment,
The adorement, the glorification.
We accords you with all adoration,
Because you retain my soul atop.

pencil .

In this great Kingdom ,
Where every man is King.
Enjoying the greater frith,
Given to us by the creator.

We all are kings of Terra
King is the highest hierachy
But He lay all the kings
Therefore He is creator of kings

He is the king of kings
The Master of all Masters

We all are kings of Terra
But the lucre make it differ
Which make people unequal
Even make some more superior

We aren't to worship ourselves
Even the trees dance for Him

We are just nothing
But pencil in His hand

Each He look down to see us
He only shake his head and smile
Well I have created a man.

- Warri Stanley

Black Green Red
-Warri Stanley.

It all start with Adam and Eve.
How he fell was highly noted.
They were created to save and to kill.
Watch how Joseph was imprisoned.

Heart of woman black, green, red.
It chameleons from time to time.
It became black when there is grudges,
Then green, if about to love and to bless.
And becomes red when about to kill.

Great men have fallen and cast away.
See what Delilah deed to Samson.
He killed over three hundreds in day,
His judgement day,he couldn't kill one.

Because there is a woman behind it.

How time fly.
-Warri Stanley

Hands of time always clapping on,
Something that keep dying and coming.
The feather of time so broad,
Like the harden feather of vulture.

How time fly away baffle me.
And how it clock man a century,
Is just a simple twinkle catnap.
With time turning his life to dust.

Time and times always collude with misery.
Time cunningly steal your life away,
In the presence of no time.
Even when life close its gate

When thunders, tremors and quake is locked,
Time will still fly all of us away.

Every man is a god.
-Warri Stanley

All sapiens are monads of Greek world.
Everyone is an autonomous beings.
We are not connected in electrifying.
Neither depend on one another to function.

Humans are complete machines of values,
Without fuels, but we function at will.
We are the soul, body and the spirit.
We are the pedantic chronicles of today.

Some people have deify to themselves,
They are worshippers of the work of their hands.
There is only one mediator for all of us.
The elusive creator of tales and wonders.
It all depends who you are carrying and possession.

He has made me, as a real high god,
At my yawning and yelling with the fire name,
Shaking, breaking, casting loosing and binding,
Gnashing teeth of tormentors that I observe not.

The Holy name, in Him, I'am a greater god.

.The change
-Warri Stanley


Nigeria has changed her world.
East has turned to west
North has turned to south
And there are no cardinal points.
Everyday dollar is growing taller,
While naira is growing shorter.
Those that really want change,
The change is chasing them away.
They have seen a scorching sun,
In this high street of Cana.
Why is their change, chasing them?
Why is it that the whole Aso is quiet?