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I am that Nigerian poet who thinks that all poets are an usual poeple on the milky-way.
one more thing about me!
"I love barmicide feast"
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In the world ours
passions illuminate creation with deep sensation
in this world we deserve.
i celebrate gift that is embedded in me like a thief.
why sight thought and strength lies in the fist of man
oh once again the gnomic men are on range of intellectual prowess.
hahahahahahah! you folk come and competite with what you don't know
we speak what we know but yet we don't know what we speak
as it engulfs the soul,heard by the sounds of time
what if tomorrow never comes but today with you comes-by?
And with the blast of the master mind to function with realities that life brings.
ocean go dry, seas pass-by, rivers turns wide with truth all over my eyes i cry.
the seas never says no, never turns its form so are the mysteries of life with time.
yet my time is filled like a bucket of water to its bream, yet its seem like an empty vacuum in place where the light of the future seems deem.
I await and scrubs the patches of life to define my existence yet the crying cloud never stop wailing
I stood by the fence of fame,gazing with the eyes of my dream
picturing my reason for life on the milky-way.Oh with this i made  my day
It is known, it is define as i listen to the rhythms of the sound of my heart beat as i watch the smile of the African black child under the white roof.
With the broom of focus i swept the cockroach of failure on the wall of my future and with cleanliness next to godliness i saw the gate of heaven here on earth.
Now it is written and can never be unwritten as we flip the pages of ages to see what the future holds and perfect timing brings.

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There is a time!
when a bird will fly so high that we can't see
feathers grew in the nest in the night before the day time
there is a time!
when river shall become oceans
an expansion occured while we were asleep in the night time
there is a time!
when zakius shall climb the tree once again
just to see the master come
there is a time
when notes ought to be filled and protocols observed
just as we want to see the queen of England
there is a time
when bronze will turn into a diamond
just because change is inevitable
a time will come!
when many will know
that they have just been  left behind
work to the top now
for the time will come when those who mocked you
will salute and adore you 

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Oh lord of heaven
the hands of your son's are raven
as our hearts are filled with various burden
our needs heats us like oven
though we go against you often and often
please lets our sins be forgiven
Oh our God in heaven
look down on us with mercy
our hands wide open to recieve your blessing
in our various ways we have learnt our lessons
even the lightning and thunder shows us your great person
i look inton the sanctuary from above
i saw needs of many hearts
hands lifted above
tears in the eyes of many folks
as they have moved with so many wolves
please dont mind them!
listen to us as a father
our kneels on the floor as we seek your shelter
the insect intellect say's you do not exist
but when death come they even can't resist
please forgive them, oh caring father
for even in your kingdom they still have a seat
but living without profit and much benefit
please pay a vist for they need it
your's sincerly
we humans

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Oh lord of heaven
the hands of your son's are raven
as our hearts are filled with various burden
our needs heats us like oven
though we go against you often and often
please lets our sins be forgiven
Oh our God in heaven
look down on us with mercy
our hands wide open to recieve your blessing
in our various ways we have learnt our lessons
even the lightning and thunder shows us your great person
i look inton the sanctuary from above
i saw needs of many hearts
hands lifted above
tears in the eyes of many folks
as they have moved with so many wolves
please dont mind them!
listen to us as a father
our kneels on the floor as we seek your shelter
the insect intellect say's you do not exist
but when death come they even can't resist
please forgive them, oh caring father
for even in your kingdom they still have a seat
but living without profit and much benefit
please pay a vist for they need it
your's sincerly
we humans

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For instance let’s take no chance

Can distance be the hindrance?

But every now and then, I feel it reality in my hands

Your love beats the drums and I began to dance.

 

For instance let’s take distance from reality into trance

A place where there is water without turbulence

But every now and then, when I need you I see you in a glance

Your love planted too many  crops in my heart farms

 

For instance lets assume distance

To be many enclosed tanks

A place where we store all our doubts and askance

But every now and then, for your love I give God thanks

 

 

Your love has become my circumstance…………………..

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                                                     RAPA ON THE BUSH!

Forgive them for they couldn’t see

Sorry for them for they will here from me

The cloud was dark, we know.

 

Where is my portion after nine months.

I and my rapa on the bush

Think again! Think again!
Of the pain when you push.  

 


I cried till death on the stream side.

But when I survive, you will here from me.

My blood betrayed my destiny.

I will never forgive you my dearest blood.

 

Bring me not here at all.

I will be glad

Throw me out there to all

I will be sad

The song I sang for you

You will hear no more

I and thereafter, you will never see.

 

When shall you have comfort?

 

When will you be convenient?

 

Oh killer of my soul!

 

Helpless child and the heartless mum.

With ignorance in a big bowl

 

I am gone! You are free !

For I will threaten your silence

Your peace, I turn to pieces.

 

With memories of pain on labours day

I give to your thought everyday

For this kingdom am in

You can never come in.

 

I came with a pot of gold

You threw me out to the cold

I came to be the savior

You mistook me to be your failure

 

I came with a bright light

You gave me a dark night.

 

Your ignorance is your hindrance

Oh earthly ignorant mum !

You need great deliverance

 

I have come and go

But I depart with great sorrow

What I depart with

I left for your tomorrow.

 

 

      INTERPRETATION OF THE GNOMIC POETIC STANZA.

 

In this poem titled “rapa on the bush”, the poet speaks with a vexed spirit  to the circumstance of new born babies, that are thrown away by ignorant mothers. The situation and feelings of the thrown away babies, he explained poetically. In this poem, the poet was succinct enough to show that most of these babies that are rejected could be a saviours to many problems the world is facing today, Infact the poem is a poem dedicated to the crying souls of babies who have died as a result of been thrown away on the bush, stream side or by way of abortion. But it is a lesson to  potential mothers out there, to change their attitude,  for children are God’s special gift to man.

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Candle in the wind (

It was just like yesterday

When I was in the womb and still baby

 

It was just like yesterday

When I was in the kindergarten and my mum a young lady

 

It was just like yesterday

When I was in the primary and my dad up to work as  an agile daddy

 

It was just like yesterday

When I was from a family of Tom, Dick and Harry

 

It was just like yesterday

When I was in my 20’s, the age of recognition

 

It was just like yesterday

When my dad was strong and healthy with Cain we hear his instruction

 

It was just like yesterday

When I and my siblings gather in the sitting room and play like jack

 

It was just like yesterday

When I and my siblings separate to face the real world

 

It was just like yesterday

When I got married and have my first child

 

It was just like yesterday

When I saw much grey hair on my head and my grand child

 

It was just like yesterday

When I got my 89th wealth of empiricism

 

It was just like today

When I saw my 90th wealth of empiricism

 

It was just like yesterday

When I never saw today

 

Oh! This life of ours

Burns like candle in the wind

 

 

 

 

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My goal, because of you I let many things go.

My goal, I did yearn for you

 

That I let   the world   know.

My goal, you made me burn the night candle

 

Just because I want to glow

You made   me   listen obliquely   to   the   glow   worm   song

I  had to think and  a must to bring.

 

Because I want  to reach you and be

Happy I  crossed the  Rubicon to achieve the big thing

 

Most often I  call you the parameter  to  my  dream.

Letting all  pleasures  flow  pass  me  like  the  stream.

But  I did  have  a  vision and I look  into  it.

 

That  I  seldom watch  television  .

My goal, how elastic you are

 

My goal, how enthusiastic you made me become.

My goal, you have made me accomplish great deal

 

Treasured more than gold.

My goal I will see you soon

Because am walking closer to you.

 

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This is my story once again
Lost in the city where I have no say
A goddess in my arms as I go insane
Everyday I wake up having a brighter day

But this is not a fairy-tale
It is the best way to be insane
Once again this current flows through my vain
With a deep passion that I can’t explain
Show me! The man, who says,” life is vanity”
And I will show a man who has never experienced love insanity
I poet, with much imagery
Can’t even explain this love strategy
I will stand by you like the mountains
I will take you to the top like Edmund Hillary
For eternity I will be your sanctuary
For life without you, will be a life of Tom, Dick and Harry
I will say this loud!
Your love keeps me flying like a dove
In my heart you will be placed above
Your love is tossed into my heart like a dice
And keeps on telling me true love never dies.
Even in strive and strife, you stand and said “am yours for life”
This is my story once again
Once again, am love insane.

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 HOMER!

 

I dedicate this to you!

 

The first to recognize  barmicide feast.

 

 

 

I appreciate what you appreciated when I did not exist

 

You transferred that basket of unlimited imagination

 

 

 

Scattered all over the nation is your passion for illusion

 

My homer

 

 

 

The father of the thoughtful and analytical.

 

You saw everything as something else

 

 

 

Read this shirt! And you will never be impress

 

A little while we played their intelligence like chess

 

 

 

Knowledge informal is formal

 

Only for the homers

 

 

 

To be like me is naturally normal but abnormal

 

Every sound!

 

Every word!

 

Every where!

 

And everything!

 

 

 

All means a lot to the homers

 

The feather on the ink is our link

 

 

 

Oh sons of homer!

 

Speak! Speak! Speak!

 

 

 

Your words are thick

 

Be silent, we die strong and live stink

 

 

 

You are dead for young’s

 

But alive and strong

 

 

 

We homers, we sing your love song.

 

You are great but the greater is here.

 

 

 

For I will be gone for the greatest to be born.

 

I good son of homer!

 

 

 

Speak like who I am

 

Without fear

 

In this business who is the Don?

 

Oh! Competition for the homers

 

Has just  begun.

 

 

 

 

 

Homer is the father of all poets.In this poem the poets was speaking to all poets, exaulting their ability to imagine and also to ask one profound question. Who is the best?

 

 

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Dreams come true

I have a dream that flows in me like a stream

A mental picture of a great future

I must pass through the eye of a needle that is slim

Carved in my mind like a sculpture

 

 

Working very hard everyday before my eyes goes deem

Living with the plans as my life architecture

Mocked and ridiculed by some many cream de la cream

In my heart I said” you can’t destroy this dream structure”

 

 

Once again an obsession over me!

Blind to everything as only my dream I see

Faced with temptations like job

But yet stubborn to give up like nelson Mandela

 

 

Discriminated by many folks in the globe

But yet I saw like jnr martin Luther

I dreamt that one day you will read this poem

Oh!, , how dreams come true.

 

 

“If you truly have a dream, then it will surely come true. Dreams automatically becomes reality when we start working towards it.

 white shoke

 

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                                                                          My 90th empiricisms(p)

This life of mine

So many mistakes

So many failures

 

All but a lesson

This life of mine

So many wrong decisions

So many things done without precisions

 

So many distractions

All but a lesson

This life of mine

 

So many disappointments

So many discouragements

So many talk of torment

 

All but a lesson

This life of mine

So many betrayers

So many friends as snipers

 

All but a lesson

This life of ours

So many philosophies

 

So many controversies

So many discoveries

All but yet so many mysteries

 

This same life of mine

So many thought

So many plans

So many battles yet unfought

All but a lesson

 

This life of ours

So many lessons

And how great it will be

 

If only we could learn very fast

All you are going through is just a lesson

And one day it will be a thing of the past

Oh life of lectures!