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| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Nobody: 6:24pm On Feb 06, 2013 |
INSIDE OF ME PART 2 I’d fight for you some more Leave my fears at the door I loved you all along In my heart you put a song But God had another plan His purpose for this, I might not understand I am still grateful I didn’t heed When they said we won’t succeed And take your life, while you were living Inside me you were growing The time we spent with you Made forever our lives renew You, I’ll always remember Every January to December The hard battles I had to fight To do the thing that’s right I trust in God day by day Get down on my knees and pray I wouldn’t trade it for anything Because of you, a new song my heart sing Forever, you’d be my angel With a special place inside my heart You changed my path forever Even though, your time was short 3 Likes |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Nobody: 8:23pm On Feb 06, 2013 |
~vicky~:choi!!! Vicky you wrote this? |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Tgirl4real(f): 8:25am On Feb 07, 2013 |
centje: choi!!! Vicky you wrote this? No, she did not. Check the part one on d previous page. |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Nobody: 9:00am On Feb 07, 2013 |
Ok |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by NoContract(m): 9:09am On Feb 07, 2013 |
Wide river flowing, So quickly pass me, Where are you going and what will you see, Passes for ever, So wide and so blue, flowing to places, exciting and new Why do you come here, and where will you be, When you flow slowly, across to the sea. [img]http://3.bp..com/_jhiaT6dZgx0/TG2yweKmdKI/AAAAAAAADNQ/Nw-WHpt9zQA/s1600/DR+Congo+River+Boat+African+Village1.jpg[/img] 5 Likes |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Nobody: 9:14am On Feb 07, 2013 |
amberacious: The Girlfriend I Never Hadnow this is sad |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Redmosquito(m): 9:17am On Feb 07, 2013 |
The Sun hung in the air Its heat scorching the earth The wind blew And dust flew His tear flowed Free and cold He stared down to the dirt One hand to his chest Misty eyes that stayed so I watched on Putting down the drums of sadness within Wrapped in white cloth Covered Every inch of her Still and mute she laid Unmoving Unbreathing Unfeeling She is dead Absent life He weeps on Now asunder I look on Myself unmoving Unbreathing Unfeeling What I see Is but a sight too common Welcome to LUTH 1 Like |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by masterpiecer(m): 9:45am On Feb 07, 2013 |
signing in...hope i aint late |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Zi: 9:50am On Feb 07, 2013 |
This is my favorite poem of all time By A. E. Housman IS MY TEAM PLOUGHING 'Is my team ploughing, That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle When I was man alive?' Ay, the horses trample, The harness jingles now; No change though you lie under The land you used to plough. 'Is football playing Along the river shore, With lads to chase the leather, Now I stand up no more?' Ay, the ball is flying, The lads play heart and soul; The goal stands up, the keeper Stands up to keep the goal. 'Is my girl happy, That I thought hard to leave, And has she tired of weeping As she lies down at eve?' Ay, she lies down lightly, She lies not down to weep: Your girl is well contented. Be still, my lad, and sleep. 'Is my friend hearty, Now I am thin and pine, And has he found to sleep in A better bed than mine?' Yes, lad, I lie easy, I lie as lads would choose; I cheer a dead man's sweetheart, Never ask me whose.  |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by owhizkid: 10:36am On Feb 07, 2013 |
The Nigerian psyche We are Nigerians; we live on the sky in the shadows of the earth. We are good people; after all we are very religious, only our attitudes let us down sometimes. Our heads are nicely capped with Italian shoes and our gloved feet are elegantly shod with bowler hats. Now, aren’t we perfect ladies and gentlemen? We spend significant years of our lives struggling to outdo one another in a bid to get university education (my struggles paid off after four JAMB UMEs). Our universities have a record of successfully educating us till we attain imbecility; then we are churned out. Decades after graduation, we aren’t gainfully employed and we ask “Why?” the insensitive employers retort with the trite “We need no imbeciles in our establishments.” Trust us, we yell back at them: who are they to slight what we paid for? We are yet to understand the rationale behind some of our government’s actions, although we know overall, our government is populace-centric. We always wonder why our policemen down south are armed with guns that only accidentally discharge when law-abiding citizens disagree with them over money issues: our unanimous inference is that our government must have inadvertently equipped them with bellicose guns that have vampirical proclivities. We don’t blame either party; after all, “Police is Your Friend” is a universal truth. Will our friends kill us over trivias? No! Won't they be lonely upon our demise? Now, we all know that nobody enjoys loneliness, or are they reclusive? Very unlikely. We just have to blame the guns. A terrorist group up north is perpetrating wanton decimation of our Police Force: they have made them an endangered species. Recent activities reveal that some policemen down south who have been posted up north to protect us from these terrorists are scheming to effect rescissions of their transfer. Is this not a cue for the civilian population to take up the challenge of protecting the police? Our police force needs to tell us first. Our good government teaches us timeless values. Frequent power outage is the way of reminding us that God created night and day; a balance that must never be upset as a slight imbalance could be calamitous; although most times the lesson we learn is that, “Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining” (our power outage most times attain an uninterrupted status, briefly truncated for minutes per day). Our not-portable roads are meant to teach us that “The Road to Greatness is Not Smooth”. We are good people in this great nation. The hoarding of the nation’s resources is how our security is ensured- we don’t entertain fears of armed robbery attacks. Who will rob a poor person? By looting the resources of our nation, our good leaders make themselves susceptible to muggers in their bid to keep the populace secure. We appreciate their sacrifice and I recommend them for deification: they bear our sins for us. Don't you agree with me? We do not check our population growth conventionally; we believe it is unethical to deny babies the privileges of taking some whiff of space into their lungs- we are a people with scruples. However, our humanitarian government compensates whoever takes the initiative to send some of us to “The Land Where We Never Grow Old”: MEND militants are on a Salary-For-Life and scholarship scheme; Boko Haram is soon to follow. Here’s a simple question for the unemployed, baccalaureate-waving fraction of the populace who are always taking on our good government; what have you done for your country? We challenge you to take a cue from the afore-mentioned groups and your efforts will not be unrewarded. Hasn’t our government been silently screaming this message all along? Anomaly is our way of life here; however, we become aberrant when our “thinking shoes” malfunction or when we impulsively unshod our heads, uncap our feet and swap our shoes’ positions with our cap’s; then, we become perverted and see things in a new light, and only then do we agree with Chinua Achebe’s book title, “Things Fall Apart”- that’s our modus operandi. 2 Likes |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by mikeuz(m): 10:58am On Feb 07, 2013 |
NATION'S STRING Take it away if u can play it Play it clear, play it loud,come on play it, Ohhhhhh! I can't hear it, I look around and I see the land of my mother, Ashamed to call it my mother land, Hmmm, the latter wasn't a blunder Deeper it slumbers, And deep I plunder, Confusion in high places, Confusion in low places, Corruption from d president, Down to d pure water boy on d street, One swoop into the turbulent water from d head's mouth, Brings about ranting on d masses mouth We are at war with ourselves,in ourselves nd by ourselves. There is fire on the mountain and everybody is on the run Bt nobody is subsidizing it,no one quenching it, wasteful run! This land our own is falling apart and the centre has to hold,or else she looses her bearing, Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, Uneasy lies the HEADS without a crown. So take this string away,I cant play it, Cos I cant understand it, Please tone it I pray, Let's make hay, Before the sun goes completely. 1 Like |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by mikeuz(m): 10:58am On Feb 07, 2013 |
NATION'S STRING Take it away if u can play it Play it clear, play it loud,come on play it, Ohhhhhh! I can't hear it, I look around and I see the land of my mother, Ashamed to call it my mother land, Hmmm, the latter wasn't a blunder Deeper it slumbers, And deep I plunder, Confusion in high places, Confusion in low places, Corruption from d president, Down to d pure water boy on d street, One swoop into the turbulent water from d head's mouth, Brings about ranting on d masses mouth We are at war with ourselves,in ourselves nd by ourselves. There is fire on the mountain and everybody is on the run Bt nobody is subsidizing it,no one quenching it, wasteful run! This land our own is falling apart and the centre has to hold,or else she looses her bearing, Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, Uneasy lies the HEADS without a crown. So take this string away,I cant play it, Cos I cant understand it, Please tone it I pray, Let's make hay, Before the sun goes completely. |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by whitemosquito(f): 11:01am On Feb 07, 2013 |
Chasing the blood curling screams of 'mama', 'mama', she hops on legs too frail and gnarled to hold up her weather beaten frame. A frame that has survived forty two depleting harvests. A frame that has witnessed thirteen gruesome wars. She hops on, she must not lose stride, tears pouring down her caroused cheeks. She must not fail. Twice she stumbles on fallen twigs, twice she picks herself up. Once she misses her way, but she retraces it, cataracted eyes straining to track footprints of the priestess' servants. She gets it and rights her tracks. Her dirty old chest cloth masquerading as a wrapper has fallen to her thin waist revealing flat and dried out breasts. Breasts that have suckled four sons, three of which are no more. She doesnt care. Her thoughts are filled with one goal only- she must reach her only surviving son before the sacrifice! Another blood curling scream rents the air 'MAMA'! And then it dies into a croak as quickly as it began. She freezes in her tracks. Could she have imagined it? Could it? Is it possible? A myriad of dreadful thoughts swirl round her head. Fear pierces her heart. She hears the victorious chants of the demon worshippers. She starts forward again, fearfully, scared of what she would see. But she need not have bothered, for the bloodied head of her beloved son rolls to meet her where she stands.... |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Jerryjat(m): 11:07am On Feb 07, 2013 |
hmmmm.... nice 1 broda... i feel u... |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by whitemosquito(f): 11:20am On Feb 07, 2013 |
Sighs... Im a girl. And i am not Red moss! Smh. Jerry-jat: |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Nobody: 11:36am On Feb 07, 2013 |
Tgirl4real:oukay! Tgirl,you guys are doing great,i read some earlier post. I so love Amber's first post,i was so engrossed with the poem,so also the picture that followed it. |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by sigmundfreud(m): 11:39am On Feb 07, 2013 |
Zi: This is my favorite poem of all timeI love A.E. Housman! My favorite is 'when i was one and twenty'! |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Nobody: 12:02pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
masterpiecer: signing in...hope i aint latemaster,you've been away for too long searching for gold...isnt it time you come back to our call...firestar, fellis,me and others... |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Nobody: 12:06pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
I will post my dads poem later. Its about the biafra war and how it separated him from my mum,that's during their boyfriend girlfriend stuff  1 Like |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by whitemosquito(f): 12:32pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
Ooooh...romance... centje: I will post my dads poem later. Its about the biafra war and how it separated him from my mum,that's during their boyfriend girlfriend stuff |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by timpaker(m): 12:47pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
[b]THE BYSTANDER On one daring day, when the bruising sun was yet to set And unfold the opportunities of an anticipated and hopeful day. A bystander sprouted out from her shell into the dew Hardly aware of the blindfolds of reality She set off; ready to feed her eyes what it loves the most, doom! She is a racy schadenfreude. Across the street, a mishap called her name The voice she heeded with race of flashes To the scene, straining to snap a view for her sight Alas! She saw the fuss of commotion, and was marveled She bragged to herself ‘’I’m always on time’’… A metallic beast had kissed a monstrous millipede Conveying explosive water, but had unturned and wet the soil. People were engulfed in steams of smoke Singing the song of pain and perturbing panic. The sing-song travelled to her like the gong of a town-crier The echo drew the bystander closer as she gasped in awe Her frenzied soul almost ran amok in unpleasant excitement Her eyes were fixed on her flutter, while ignoring the wet floor she toed. Just then, a vestige of spark was wafted and veered towards her In seconds of second, she too was swimming in stream of flame She whirled out for help but echo ricocheted in steel of void To abyssal coma, As the day set, the sun smiled as she was bathed to ashes Then other onlookers after observing the osmosis quickly grabbed her remains And blew it to the waiting wind The Man above the earth sniffed it and frowned ‘’Another wasted soul loitering in damnation’’, He muttered. Then He cried rain down to cleanse others But as it showers, they stood back gracing the sight That holds their eyes- the bystander![/b] 2 Likes
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| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by ademega(m): 12:50pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
*VOMITING MOOD* Haba! I had to abort d trip mid way... come hear oddor emanatin frm ds okada man am prety sure he has nt taken a bath in d last 30 days besides ,i dont tink he takes anytin in than ogogoro/sepe/paraga... holy jesus! Come see oddor combination.... He don nearly spoil d day self *vomiting mood* MEGAFONE |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by ademega(m): 12:52pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
*VOMITING MOOD* Haba! I had to abort d trip mid way... come hear oddor emanatin frm ds okada man am prety sure he has nt taken a bath in d last 30 days besides ,i dont tink he takes anytin in than ogogoro/sepe/paraga... holy jesus! Come see oddor combination.... He don nearly spoil d day self *vomiting mood* MEGAFONE |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Meklex(m): 1:30pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
ademega: *VOMITING MOOD*you murdered the lingua franca in cold stench |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by etalker: 1:51pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
timpaker: [b]THE BYSTANDER Very sad... See wetin Amebo cause her. I hope she minds her business in her next life. Thanks timpaker for the share. I enjoyed reading it ...... Heheheheh "metallic beast ...monstrous millipede" I saw what u did there. 1 Like |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by ifihearam: 1:53pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
amberacious: The Girlfriend I Never Had Can't stop crying. Awesome 1 Like |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Tunjman(m): 2:18pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
I get depressed at times when i see what life's got to offeR Especially when i'm been kicked like the ball in a socceR Back and forth, over the bar and corneR Leaving me like a clipper in the hand of a barbeR Deforesting all sort of scalp even without sterilizeR I get blunt and dumped till i see a sharpeR If i was compensated, it would have been betteR I work, work and work but, no motivation from my masteR But, something is keeping me strongeR I am gathering experience for better offeR. 2 Likes |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Nobody: 4:57pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
Tunjman: I get depressed at times when i see what life's got to offeRlove the rhyme!! |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by amberacious: 5:15pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
My Boko Haram Story In memory of those that lost their lives on christmas day 25th Dec 2011 and 2012. This is a call for peace from amberacious poems!!! You might have heard of our activities in far and near But this is a story you will want to hear It happened sometimes last year And today i tell of it with no fear I've been on the street since my childhood Where destinies are determined by the neighbourhood Growing up was hell with no means of livelihood So my turning to a monster was a certainty not a likelihood My mum was stoned to death for being a prostitute Then i was just 5, how could i bear the loss with fortitude In my hopeless state i joined the Al-majiris, the destitudes Where i developed my merciless attitude Mustafa was a friend i used to know as mallam He introduced me to a sect called Boko Haram He said they are the true descendant of father Abraham Little did i know that they are out to slaughter people like Sallah ram My initiation was for a sole aim: to brainwash In my training i was taught not to kill for cash That at my death paradise will throw me a bash I can still remember all these as if in a flash My first assignment was to an area to comb The next was to a church to plant a bomb With the intention of sending the worshippers to the tomb Sparing no one, not even the unborn in the womb But i was moved by the preacher's sermon I had this strange feeling that was so uncommon Soon the preacher made an alter summon On that day i let go my personal demon At my confession i was arrested for terrorism, a crime next to treason For my past deeds and my intention at the christmas season Though my ugly background may give me reasons I was later charged to court and sentenced to prison -AMBERACIOUS POEMS http://amberacious./2013/01/03/150/ 1 Like
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| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by whitemosquito(f): 5:18pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
Nice. amberacious: My Boko Haram Story |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by Nobody: 5:30pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
amberacious: My Boko Haram Story nice i love this 1 Like |
| Re: Poems That Tell A Story... by BTT(m): 6:23pm On Feb 07, 2013 |
LESSON 9 "This poem" I told them "Will not take your time" I drew out my pen, my tongue, and my broken frames- And walked. 3 Likes |
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