"Ogogoro"

Waving to the bushes,
Digging the earth with toes,
Walking like wave of the sea,
And to lay beds on gutters.

Ogogoro biko, ogoro mi gwo.
Chorus of night worshippers,
Stomachs are filled with praises,
Praises in the realm of another spirit.

Okika have no mercy for worshippers,
He beat and rub them on the ground.

Those that did vigil all night long,
That put their wives on lonely beds.
In the morning they come home barking,
And some others comes wasting the day.

You exalt men very high in a moment,
In another, you will rub them on dust,
And make men like no family,
When the women have asked,
You squeeze your face to take it in,
How come you derive your best pleasure?

Ogoro will never cease to flow,
Kaikai, are you what to worship this night?
Because your men are already at the rendezvous,
Checking out the list of today's worship,
Mc Dowell, hennesy, martell and jack is there,
They are there to collect their offerings and tithes,
They are all sons and daughters of ogogoro.

-WARRI STANLEY

Can you really blame me?
Can you call me the devil?
Is it really my fault?
Can the inability of men to list for me be on me?

Yes I am alchohol
I am the liquid that make men glad
I am the spirit that makes a party fun
I am the gift of the gods

I take away sorrow
Replace it with nothingness
Even though temporal,
Atleast a decent night you get

Yes, I am a religion (maybe a cult)
And my worshippers devout
But can you blame me?
I am too pleasurable to avoid.

Worship me,
Write songs (though horribly sang) to praise me
Write poems in my honor
I am Ogogoro; the one true religion.

Even your gods, old and new love me
I give you courage to statrt a new day
And yes I am destructive
But like hell, I am pleasurable.

A good spot

Nic one

Ogogoro see what you have cursed

I for don makd am o. . . Ogogoro na u cos am o. . .

nice one,,,more of that please Mr Stanley,,, my fellow waffarian

warristanley99:
"Ogogoro"

Waving to the bushes,
Digging the earth with toes,
Walking like wave of the sea,
And to lay beds on gutters.

Ogogoro biko, ogoro mi gwo.
Chorus of night worshippers,
Stomachs are filled with praises,
Praises in the realm of another spirit.

Okika have no mercy for worshippers,
He beat and rub them on the ground.

Those that did vigil all night long,
That put their wives on lonely beds.
In the morning they come home barking,
And some others comes wasting the day.

You exalt men very high in a moment,
In another, you will rub them on dust,
And make men like no family,
When the women have asked,
You squeeze your face to take it in,
How come you derive your best pleasure?

Ogoro will never cease to flow,
Kaikai, are you what to worship this night?
Because your men are already at the rendezvous,
Checking out the list of today's worship,
Mc Dowell, hennesy, martell and jack is there,
They are there to collect their offerings and tithes,
They are all sons and daughters of ogogoro.

-WARRI STANLEY

For such a powerful poem, the grammar is terrible. U try sha. U nid to refine the grammar.

Ogogoro wetin I do u...u carry me troway for gutter. I carry my money I buy u...u carry me troway for gutter.

Nice

ogogoro makes us happy when we are heartbroken

warristanley99:
"Ogogoro"

Waving to the bushes,
Digging the earth with toes,
Walking like wave of the sea,
And to lay beds on gutters.

Ogogoro biko, ogoro mi gwo.
Chorus of night worshippers,
Stomachs are filled with praises,
Praises in the realm of another spirit.

Okika have no mercy for worshippers,
He beat and rub them on the ground.

Those that did vigil all night long,
That put their wives on lonely beds.
In the morning they come home barking,
And some others comes wasting the day.

You exalt men very high in a moment,
In another, you will rub them on dust,
And make men like no family,
When the women have asked,
You squeeze your face to take it in,
How come you derive your best pleasure?

Ogoro will never cease to flow,
Kaikai, are you what to worship this night?
Because your men are already at the rendezvous,
Checking out the list of today's worship,
Mc Dowell, hennesy, martell and jack is there,
They are there to collect their offerings and tithes,
They are all sons and daughters of ogogoro.

-WARRI STANLEY

IS THERE AN ONLINE WEBSITE WHERE ONE CAN SELL POEMS AND GET PAYMENT THROUGH PAYPAL?

I want to write poems and sell it to the online community.

I would also like to try my hands on short story.

op, you suppose dedicate this your poem to one innefectual buffoon.

Ogogoro be like Ogogoro. Nothing like you

a very great poem... I love the humour

Finally the great "Ogogoro" has been poetically recognized.

Op, your concept is good.
However, you need to make your poem more 'poem-like'. There should be a beauty in your poem which you can achieve by your choice of words or the way you use the words to convey your message. This differentiates your poem from a normal article or essay. You didn't particularly display this at the later lines of your poem.
Good effort though.

Mynd44:
Can you really blame me? Can you call me the devil? Is it really my fault? Can the inability of men to list for me be on me?
Yes I am alchohol I am the liquid that make men glad I am the spirit that makes a party fun I am the gift of the gods
I take away sorrow Replace it with nothingness Even though temporal, Atleast a decent night you get
Yes, I am a religion (maybe a cult) And my worshippers devout But can you blame me? I am too pleasurable to avoid.
Worship me, Write songs (though horribly sang) to praise me Write poems in my honor I am Ogogoro; the one true religion.
Even your gods, old and new love me I give you courage to statrt a new day And yes I am destructive But like hell, I am pleasurable.

Good job.

DavidEsq:

For such a powerful poem, the grammar is terrible. U try sha. U nid to refine the grammar.

U no dey hear were de poem dey com from and under the possible infuence, u still dey find grammar, though well constructed grandma sorry Grammer is the sole of any good poem, but for this ogogoro matter, take am as u see am for the interest of national peace.

Binchim:


U no dey hear were de poem dey com from and under the possible infuence, u still dey find grammar, though well constructed grandma sorry Grammer is the sole of any good poem, but for this ogogoro matter, take am as u see am for the interest of national peace.

warristanley99:
"Ogogoro"

Waving to the bushes,
Digging the earth with toes,
Walking like wave of the sea,
And to lay beds on gutters.

Ogogoro biko, ogoro mi gwo.
Chorus of night worshippers,
Stomachs are filled with praises,
Praises in the realm of another spirit.

Okika have no mercy for worshippers,
He beat and rub them on the ground.

Those that did vigil all night long,
That put their wives on lonely beds.
In the morning they come home barking,
And some others comes wasting the day.

You exalt men very high in a moment,
In another, you will rub them on dust,
And make men like no family,
When the women have asked,
You squeeze your face to take it in,
How come you derive your best pleasure?

Ogoro will never cease to flow,
Kaikai, are you what to worship this night?
Because your men are already at the rendezvous,
Checking out the list of today's worship,
Mc Dowell, hennesy, martell and jack is there,
They are there to collect their offerings and tithes,
They are all sons and daughters of ogogoro.

-WARRI STANLEY

REJOiNDER

OGoGoRo

I am a two edged sword
I serve two purpose:
To make man and gods happy
To torment my abusers!

You call me a religion?
Or you call me a Cult
I am no religion nor Cult
I am a messenger of good and evil.

Only my abusers see the evil
Those who use me well gain from me
I strengthen and bolden them
I remove their shame and replace with glory

Paul the Apostle admonished his boy
Timothy to use me for his stomach pain
He even compared me with the Clean Ghost!
How on earth do you demonize me?

Those who abuse me I kill
Yet I kill them not but their lack of contentment
I am strong and powerful
I am cool but dangerous.

I have mercy on women who use me as medication
I heal their blood after birth
How many have I spared from death?
I am a healer!

I am Ogogoro!
I am a double edged sword
I am a spirit that possesses you
And bring out your real Self!

Away from me hypocrite!
Away from me lily livered
I shall expose your true nature
And make you dance naked at the Market Square!

Poem Title: OGOGORO
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Written By - Yinka
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I Am Ogogoro,
Only Few People Would Understand This,
That My True Intention Is Not To Corrupt Behavior
Or Constitute Nuisance To Societies.
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Most People Use Me For Pleasure,
And In The Process, Abuse Me.
Many Of Those Who Use Me Confess Their True Intention,
You Should Take Me Once And See.
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Have Solved So Many Problems,
Also Helped In Pregnancy Deliveries.
Have Been The Cause Of Many Problems,
My Stories Are Being Told In Most Nigerian Movies.
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I Exist In Many Types,
My Relations Are The Local Gin And Palm Wine,
Have Been Rebranded And Re-defined.
Against My Will, I Have Taken Lives.
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Do Not Use Me If You Wish To Get High,
You Might Lose Your Sense Of Good Sight.
Do Not Consult Me If You Are Tired Of Life,
I Will Gladly Show You 1000 Ways To Die.
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Parent's Advices Their Child Against Me,
Ogogoro Is Bad, You Should Never Taste It.
Not Even The Local Gin, It Has No Benefit.
You Can Do With Soft Drink, Do Not Create A Like For Gin.
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I Am Ogogoro,
The Cause Of Many Unwanted Pregnancies,
My Existence Has Rendered Many Heart Broken.
These Are What People Say About Me.
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But, I Am Ogogoro,
A Friend Loved By Many,
Showed With Care, Trust And Money.
Agbero's Do Not Get Inspired Without Me.
Without Me In Social Event, What Will The Adult Drink?
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Poem Written By Yinka
#Atrocious_Striker

OGOGORO

Some call me ogogoro,

Some call me shekpe,

I satiate the thirst water can't,

And make once noble men pee on their pant.



I am the masseuse of sorrow,

And an harbinger of joy,

Though too much of me put men to gallow,

And I am ever present when the gods ploy.



I am ogogoro the revealer of secret,

And a reveler of sort,

With me men can never be discreet

I make reality and dream come short.



Take some shot of me today,

And watch me transform,

If u smile when taking me,

Ogogoro was never in that shot.

Tanks to everyone who commented on this pose, i really appreciate every single one of u

Step after step, let's swirl our waist while swaying our onlookers off their feet's with our meticulous moves... We're the young dancers bearing the flag of Africa.

Innocence is painted on our faces at present, but how long would it last with the atrocities pandering across the continent. How long would we survive the tide.

This is our cry - a cry for peace, as we're scared. We're still fingerlings funding routes of survival in the ocean of life, please Africa, don't choke us up.

Listen to our cry. This is for every youth in Africa.

Written By; Brenda Martha...Enjoy!
http://www.whykeanthology.com/2018/05/young-dancer.html

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