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#Poetry: Tea And Blood

He drank from the mug Prepared him by their maid He wished she was his... His view of her ended As she left the door behind her. He would not stop thinking Of how she would give him More and new children Better in beauty and character Than the gang of scoundrels His "till death do us part" gave him. ... He could trade them, He can trade them For that hour-glass figured, Dark, plump, graceful And gorgeous Puerto-Rican, Not that ugly blonde, ungrateful Descendant of the queen.... Suddenly He felt pain Resembling a mixture of marital regrets And a cut from his lower lip. Tasted like Tea...
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The Poet’s Mathematics By Ogundipe David Oluwasegun

With his canoe, he paddled on the lone sand Deafening noise and yet no sound For years he awaited the sun’s appearance at night He grew so weak that he became a knight His greatest fear is that he is fearless Taking caution with him implies one is careless Those in his future died in the time past So slow that he won every race before they start Perfectly imperfect to be seen as perfect Gallantly, he strolled around the crowded but empty market And towards the woman who was the husband of her wife Then she sold to the man who neither came to buy nor sell Long life to the king destined to...
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Today, I Choose To Be Positive By Seun Solaja

TODAY, I CHOOSE TO BE POSITIVE Today, I choose to be Positive If being positive means standing up against what is wrong If standing up means speaking out against the ills of my country If the ills of our time means corruption and social injustice If corruption means bribery and aiding If injustice means depriving fundamental rights Then today, I will choose to be Positive   Today, I choose to be Negative If being negative means not stealing from my country’s coffers If stealing means diverting funds for community boreholes to my wife's purse holes If my wife's purse hole is deep and endless If...
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He wears the ring of the Baphomet – a poem by Femi Fani-Kayode

He wears the ring of the Baphomet and he is a lover of women. He rides them like a devil, with a deep and ferocious passion. They fall in love with him instantly yet he cannot be reigned in or controlled. He is a danger to women. He is wild and free. He walks out of the room coldly, moves on and leaves them behind. Yet thoughts of him continue to ravage their minds and threaten to drive them insane. They are victims of his Baphomet spell. They feel sad, humiliated and used. They say to themselves ''if I can't have him, no-one will have him''. They plan to destroy him. He is the object of their love and hate...
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POETRY: Our Eagles Can Fly – by Tope Olufiranye @olufiranye

Our Eagles Can Fly – by Tope Olufiranye With colourful wings the sky was painted Our  team of eagles flew so high They soar and glide and scored real goals storm of opposition raged so hard little hopes we had in them critics cried so loud and strong still they choose to see the goals In early games we saw no win They played a draw with opposing team The trophy they saw with a victory's mind when hope is lost and trust had gone what we see decides the win Victory is sure inspite of all Our eagles can fly now we know Our nation our country can fly also If we choose to see the best and...
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POETRY You make me feel safe

Folded here neatly I fit into your embrace I can hear your heart Beats of life - a part of me Your body feels warm to touch And I feel your breath waking up emotions I never knew were there You make me feel safe Away from the world Away from the chaos Away from myself And how I feel safe Here with you. In your arms Eyes closed in sleep I watch over you Smiling, possessive Wishing you’ll never leave Tho’ I know someday Those chains will come to take you away from me so I sail into dreams Fleeting time, worth eternity Away from the world Away from the chaos Away from myself Oh how...
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POETRY: Mama Africa’s Cry – by Kolawole Ayinuola

POETRY: Mama Africa's Cry - by Kolawole Ayinuola In the thick darkness of the deserted savannah, A thin cry pierces the deafening silence As a bereaved mother weeps for her only son, Behold Mama Africa’s cry for her beloved children With her blessings we departed long ago, Making heartfelt promises of a glorious return But like prodigal sons, we have long forgotten, Disregarding the womb that birthed the dreams we followed We have left her desolate, her heart weary with expectations She calls out to the corners of the earth, crying ‘When will I see the sons of my womb?’ Her wounded...
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The ‘Owambe’ Prayer

Oh! Most mighty! Most gracious! Most braki-braki-shabalala! We thank thee, O Most kind, Most loving, Most grabalakibaki! We bring before you this condemned goat, destined for …

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Deus ex Machina (Poetry) – by Macaulay Oluseyi Akinbami

                                                                                                                                               Deus ex Machina (Poetry) Promises of pardoned traitors     Reek like ancient regrets. Exhibitions, Steeped in rapacity. Inured to light, they Dominate blindly Evoking the same air of oppression Noteworthy of the days of yore. Traitors in transit, trampling as they go. Over us, they bellow. Lording it, they...
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Carrot and stick for Dummies

“Off with their heads!” That single lengthy proclamation By the heartless Queen of Hearts Spells doom for many a pawn.   “And they’re off!” The mindless …

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Let’s Stage An Evolution (Poetry)

Here we are Dwelling in the fields of anonymity Living in abject poverty Toiling in absolute mediocrity We daily tolerate our leaders’ profanity, Their evil wits and devilish dexterity As they satisfy their twisted depravity. We’re crumbling under intense adversity, Daily we face an inevitable mortality One man against another in fierce animosity Life has no more quality To extinction we are blown per diem in sheer brutality Here we are Caving in under problems immense Many a man his mood is pense Analyzing the situation so tense The clouds of uncertainty over us are dense We struggle...
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Ngozi Nwozor-Agbo (Poetry) – by @kolokennethk

I got life on campus Fairytales to my name The spitting pen of valour When you commissioned me For war of flying words What pact be this? When life begets death And vis? Double for none Was the creed The schyte has come upon us Who shall console a nation? (In memory of Mrs. Ngozi Nwozor-Agbo whom we lost at childbirth. Adios, Aunty NG) Kolo Kenneth Kadiri @kolokennethkon twitter
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The New Nigeria Anthem

The New Nigeria Anthem   Have you heard of the new Nigeria? A land flowing with milk and honey, The envy of other lands, from Asia …

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EVIL ISLAND by @fishergbenga

EVIL ISLAND Mayday! Mayday!  It shouted, screaming out it guts, trembling like ??an eruption scenario, Swerving for balance despite the looming crash, waiting like ??a disaster about to happen, All these streaming thoughts at the devil's frequency is really ??a crazy driving, losing control is welcoming negativity. This land is ??a fertile soil, and only the issues of life grows here, trespass not ye corrupt seeds, Only bountiful harvest abounds here. Don't pull  me towards your centre you evil gravity, See no evil, read no evil, it only breeds corruption and births the same. Anathema to the...
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HOME OF PEACE #SuperBloggers by @ecentricshemale

  Home of Peace is where I reside peace & calm's been shoved aside Deformed bodies littered the roadside Fear gripped,panic curled my siblings at my bedside Home of peace is what I know Now I feel trapped with no where to go Where did tranquility pack? Who gave law & order the sack? Home of peace oh home of peace Who has laid upon you both curse and gift? What is the offence,who's being brought to book? When the blood thirst become by hook or by crook? Peace peace oh home of peace What price must humanity pay What happened to the legal system where all have a say In the...
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The National Call

On ruptured walls in a crying society Lay water-washed, fading images Of local famous crooks, decried of larceny Who for the sake of cast votes, ran …

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THE UNSPOKEN TRUTH by James Lisandro

Unspoken Truth Call him meagre But I have seen a man eat soaked garri with bitter leaves Call her promiscuous But I have seen a beautiful girl flirt with occult strangers Call them yahoo merchants But I have seen young boys get rich quick Call them old bastards But I have seen elderly men plan a political rig The innocent is pulled into a pool of sin The righteous is polluted by the evil man’s felony Nothing is impossible Whether good or bad Both has a best of its kind And fools are everywhere But wise men are scarce and quiet You never know them until they speak Robbers have become...
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Japheth J Omojuwa: SONG OF PAIN, PAIN WITHOUT END: My Lamentation written by Japheth J Omojuwa

My heart knows so much pain So much pain my mind cannot fathom Time tastes bitter and life like ewuro Like ewuro I am told to expect some joy some day The anguish my eyes see The sights my sense feels People moving and ending nowhere Men working and earning nothing. Ending nowhere and earning nothing Living life through struggles They know what to do They know to do They do All their efforts end in nought Children are living to die Parents are dying to live Fat thieves live on their common wealth To share a common wealth they live in poverty In poverty through an endless wealth They are...
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