/// Humor ***** Journalist
Journalist: What triggers you to run in the office of the district representative?
Politician: Excuse me, I am running for a congressman not a representative...
Journalist: They're just the same, well, anyway, goodluck to your voters!
A Man Who Dead At Age Of 33
A man who dead at age of 33
But he done the whole life
in one shot by his way
By his own by the way
They told him make this
make that
make this choice
not for that; is not good
By the way, at bay any way
But he held in his hands
Who Is A Nigerian?
A TRUE NIGERIAN
What does it take to do what is right?
Do we really need physical fight?
How can we overcome this night?
When all doesn't seem to be right.
We daily pledge to serve this nation with our strength and might.
Yet, we celebrate rot and moral decadence as right.
How long can we continue like this?
Is it that every Nigerian is evil and corrupt?
No, we are not.
When Your Heart Is Stoned
WHEN YOUR HEART IS STONED
When your heart is stoned......
The days usually don't come without tears;
because the night will not go away with her fears.
Personal solitude becomes your sole friend,
because the heart has been stoned to the end.
When your heart is stoned...
Your internal king is dethroned.
Taking Stock
I have toiled enough
I am done for the day
I would have loved
To rest but for
My yelling entrails.
I am sitting
Before a dashboard
I can see many
Red lights than green ones
It seems I have spent
Wish
wish i am the one who warms your chilly night
wish i am the one you see in your morning light
wish i am the moon who shares your lonely night
wish i am the grass you set foot onyour rainy plight
wish you knew the longing i feel
for every passing day
wish you knew how crazy i may be
for the words i fail to say
Good Luck And Goodbye For Now
Wait to see
Guided by who knows
So cold
Don't speak
Convince them until they can solve problems
Teach all they can learn
Send them off with goodluck and a goodbye
Might not see them again
Fled away
Left you alone
To The Loser
to the loser
who not just broke my heart
you stomped on it
and shattered it all apart
to the loser
the one who played me
you used me
and then you betrayed me
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan - Iii.
The cabin windows have grown blank
As eyeballs of the dead;
No more the glancing sunbeams burn
On the gilt letters of the stern,
But on the figure-head;
On Valdemar Victorious,
Who looketh with disdain
To see his image in the tide
Dismembered float from side to side,
Truths Dismissed
Chasing impossibilities.
Like a change to redo,
And replace yesterdays' activities.
Has come to be embraced,
By those retrieving memories...
With hopes to see them,
'Specifically' retraced...
To have the times from them now lived,
Erased!
Dictator
"Comeon.
You can do it.
Repeat after me...
I...rule...and...you...obey."
I...pooo...am...you...ofay.
"Almost.
Let's try it again."
Goodluck Yet To Come
This year is different
Nothing seems
To espouse goodluck
Even when my president
Sets a precedent of goodluck
There's still a moan
Of pain this morning
The street cleaners can not
Sweep unemployment
Into the incinerator
Patience
On the day the dog
Was absent from the market
Many bones abound
On the day the soldiers
Refused to watch
Over the warfront
The enemy struck
But out of patience
Comes goodluck!
Talking About Rumours (By St. Thiruvalluvar)
1141. My life lasts long as the rumours by the women, spread.
My Goodluck! Many do not know this.
1142. Knowing not the rumours of the maiden with flower like eyes
The village circulates rumours to help us.
1143. Rumours should spread for the whole village to know.
Though I haven’t got her love, I feel joy as if I had got it.
1144. As the people pass rumours my love waxes.
If the rumour mongers are silent my love would fade.
1145. The more they drink toddy, the more they desire it.
Present Here
To the credibility
Of my security
You present here
My goodluck.
I put myself
In the elite group
With your present
And more powerful
Nodoubt.
Goodluck
No hope, nothing.
No pain, nothing.
Where there is hope
There is pain.
Where there is gain,
There is pain.
We all pots
Call kettle black.
Visit Another Poet...
How can I expect you to read my feelings
I am nothing before this world
I think about you, as you give me your precious time,
Perhaps it's my goodluck.
Please forgive me
You had one thing to give me
And I have taken
A few minutes of your life.
President Goodluck
President Goodluck of Nigeria,
What news do you have for the Nigerians?
For many are already dead and gone in the name of the oil fields in the Niger Delta!
But the trees are still standing and watching us all on this issue.
Try to put things right to save your own people from the Niger Delta,
For the Niger Delta means a lot to the Nigerians and the world at large;
So i am ready to hear more positive news on this issue about the Niger Delta.
Civis Nigerianus Sum
Take me home or let me die
For my country
I was on a brink of a disaster
So lucky a message came from Goodluck
The way democracy works,
Put me on her wings
Take me home to where liberty is
Lie me on her bed
Where freedom snores.
Devadasi
Devadasi, tired of dancing in the temple complex
All through your life,
Pursued by an oracle, a soothsay
As seen by the presiding priest
Superstitiously, blindly,
Not in the clear light of day,
Persuaded by the astrologers,
Seconded by horoscope-makers and palmists,
Daydreams seen again,
Featuring again in the nightdreams,