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Ayamlaykorn

pls how can i join

1. DESPAIR IS A JAILER

Fading ghosts of grasses once green
On the other side,
Dirt-brown like the brick walls
That stand in the way.
No use trying,
No use trying.

That window of opportunities, staring
At souls that have turned their backs.
Fingers holding on to sure doubts,
Steel bars cold and unforgiving.
Despair is a jailer,
A cast-iron trap that never let's go.

The light at tunnel's end
Now dim with unuse,
An Aesopian fable to feet
Too heavy to take the next step.
The jailer fiercely feeds the fickle
A lump of Lot's wife to calm wayward nerves.

At wit's end,
when fear is the courage needed,
Sorrow sits the sole king,
And despair is a jailer
Feasting on the sighs
Of dreams locked away for life.

2



BONDAGE...I NEED MY FREEDOM

Shackles of the dim past
Lights my soul with pain
In pensive mood I cry
My heart leaps, for unknown
The unwanted part of me
Has made my being a fool
For I gather my chain
And lie on the solid soil
***********************
My hands knows no craft
I look without seeing
For I am well ordained
With ornaments of crime
Rags of unwanted perjury
Is mine to behold
The ray of light I see
Has made me blind within
************************
My freedom I cry
This lock is so unfriendly
I wash and sleep in tears
For my soul fears them all
My room is shallow
With unwanted occupants
Hunger now my buddy
For I eat my vomit
*****************
Let me out of here
Anybody, Somebody
I need my freedom
Just give me a piece of bread
To make me bear my brunt
This cross I carry alone
Is too much for a con
Who has now been pervaded
*************************
Freedom, Freedom,
Is all my being longs for
The padlock on me,
Makes me an unwanted honey
I wander here all alone
In an infested boulevard
An unplanned mystery
Is what awaits me.
*******************
Can I ever see the light?
Will the sun ever see me?
Would I have my own?
My loneliness frauds me
A fraudster now defrauded
Untie my hands, I plead
Unlock this chain, I cry
Give me freedom, I sing.
**********************

BONDAGE.....I NEED FREEDOM

Never mind

Abeg,please this submission of peom thing,am I to compose the poem?

4) NO ONE LIVES HERE ANYMORE
On all homes
That lie bereft
Along plains
That line benue shores

On silent farms
Of extinct tribes
That nutured yams
And gold mines today

We found the hands and feet and
The decapitated heads
That lay like pitted blackheads
On the turning cheeks for africa

Then I know for sure
NO ONE LIVES HERE ANYMORE

5 LABYRINTHS

Trapped
In the dungeons of the mind
Impeded
By doubt and disillusionment
The only things flying free
Are gliding blogs of cloud
Sometimes white, peaceful
Others grey: blurred lines, demilitarized zones, transient ceasefires
A thousand shades of bondage;
Or birds
Executing graceful awesome aeronautics
And eyes, although hindered by Ra's rays

They say it is a long walk to freedom
(Is it true, Nelson Mandela?)
What if one can never be free?
If prisons are hallucinatory
Confines, concretised by instruments of State
And chains are illusory bracelets
Mirages enforced by law?

Prison...
If prison is a precursor to hell
And multiple minotaurs abound therein
Then hell is here, where
At break of dawn
There are no memories of distracting dreams
And at crack of twilight
No reminiscences of day
Not even negatives of fond photographs
But déjà vus of the gloomy future.

.

THE AGONY OF THE INNOCENT


Here i am languishing in this cell of mischief,
Staring at emptiness...drowning in a sea of grief,
I came to these country to make end meet, survival of the fittest is what it is,
with my hands i worked, for every cent gained...an intense body pain.



An horse pistol was found in my crib...like a compass it leads me to an unbearable ring,
The court was filled to a brim....my fall their glorious glee,
with every gavel been hit...my fate was gradually sealed,
The judge pronounced my fate....I was guilty so he said.


Here i am now...with tears flowing like raindrop from a pine,
Justice i seek, vengeance shall be mine,
A murderer was i called, now a murderer i shall be,
And when i get the enemy that plotted this against me,
I shall leave a trace of evidence deep within him.

7

Why did you skip LORDI?

Black and behind bars

He stood behind bars and dialogued with karma,
His senses are plagued, he wished he hadn’t,
Regrets form, behind tar darkened skull,
And sorrow and sorrow let his hide radiate darkness.

He shines so bright – like soot,
His sunken eyes cry for Karma’s mercy,
More so, they want bear witness to the truth,
And see if it could invite life’s clemency.

I however feel his misery,
But know nothing about this mystery,
See, a black Negro lies awasting,
He clings to bars and gulps life’s sting.

The man behind bar looks shabby,
Skin and wear outdoing each other in blackness,
I hear his trousers shout '‘let me be’',
As it surges downwards in the cell’s darkness.

But to forgive is divine,
Succor will come again – someday,
When this Negro will feast with glass of fine wine,
And tell us what the bars say,
And advice fellows on the path they choose – someday.

pacesetter4lyf

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Iyabodeh,Pacesetter4lyf, LORDI, please count and check what the number position of your submission is and add it. If you're the 1st submittor just add 1. This will make it easier for our patrons to make out poems.
niyisky you should be 6.
Ayamlaykorn

Genjutsu

It's just morning
Yet, I recall
I recall the day before
The day before The Eclipse
Those words I play
I play like a mantra
A mantra in
In the recess of my mind:


^{Why the caged bird sings
He tweets a fine haunting tune...
His plea? Release me...}


I am trapped
With this haunt
It's dusk at dawn

My spirit's out
My soul within
Trapped by an illusion
Sealed in

Singing a haunt
That you might hear
Flaunt my despair
For you see...

If you can hear me
I'll be set free
So I sing
I sing to be free

gloriaz:

Idemudia

I am Idemudia.
Son of a priest.
Graduate of law.
Nice guy.

I was created, and called human.
I have lived some years, gradually self-destructing.
One day, i would cease to be.

But while i am what they call 'alive',
Let me be unhappy, and think myself happy.
Let me be cautious, and insist i am free.
Let me slowly die, and still say i'm living.

Let me never let go of these happy steel bars.
These bars of education, religion, courtesy...
Who knows what lies to my lonely left and right?
Only few venture out and are not insanely lost.

Let me hold these rods in my soft palms,
dance like a leaf to these hopelessly comfortable tunes.
This is my acclaimed freedom.
My dream life.

Gloriaz couldn't update the poem herself due to network problems. Patrons please take note sirs. Thank you
Ayamlaykorn

12. WHO'LL BE OUT
She visited us in the north central after the season' drizzle,
Though we'd invited her in talks,drawls and riddles,
Our seasonal ally came an' by her cold-hands we were fondled,
And she whispers with a cold-dry wind,and with a whirl-wind rumbled,
That even in slumber we curl or fold,
Hiding shiverishly from her bold
But folksy touch and chilly hold.
Her grip on us did cloy but to her still untold.
***********************

In a swift move, O! She ducked and paved way for a dumb season.
Our new ally was without utterance but e'en a chump in prison,
Adheres strictly to her silent creed just as the blind on her face sees reasons.
Alas!,she's for a predecessor a sharp foil and thus in-lieu coughed pressure.
Cool silent breeze she seldom blew,
We almost went nude n yearn for dew,
Cos' we heat an' perspired,even a baby born new,
"Come O cold but with loose clasp",we mewed.
********************

O! February,young but a day older than a January,yet the latter season prevailed,
Compelled to the deck,O sloppy deck but her cool fine breeze we gaily gained,
Five we were,chit-chatting in the dark serene night,yes, even gaily.
Togs on bare bodies stood on flip-flops, we sat glued on wood like bench nailed,
Whistling and whispering to her face,
And by our door we bluffed in grace,
Her bossom now,we wish to embrace,
Defying the night,holding her as a brace.
********************

Same night,though the night almost dead but our talk to it breathed life,
Hooted no siren,a truck halted by our red earth human hive.
Thus the alighting of trio truncheon men blew in three of the five.
"This is our home" as in a duet we chirped "and ain't out to spring up a vile,
"Hey! Get into the truck..IN!" They shouted.
"But officer the room heat and did toast us out",
"Yea choky foul breeze you'll breath in your cell bout"
"O! if the chilly season did prevail,who'll be out!"
*****************
The free men are bond and the shackled are free,
None is trully imprisoned or free like a tree,
We're all engulfed in our fears and weary,
Who'll be out if life had learn to be merry
In equal halves we're neither free nor bond,
In half-full we're both behind bars and off-cords,
Who'll be out if we're all in this locked fold,
We're all men and inmates,let the story be told!

Oahray:
1. DESPAIR IS A JAILER

Fading ghosts of grasses once green
On the other side,
Dirt-brown like the brick walls
That stand in the way.
No use trying,
No use trying.

That window of opportunities, staring
At souls that have turned their backs.
Fingers holding on to sure doubts,
Steel bars cold and unforgiving.
Despair is a jailer,
A cast-iron trap that never let's go.

The light at tunnel's end
Now dim with unuse,
An Aesopian fable to feet
Too heavy to take the next step.
The jailer fiercely feeds the fickle
A lump of Lot's wife to calm wayward nerves.

At wit's end,
when fear is the courage needed,
Sorrow sits the sole king,
And despair is a jailer
Feasting on the sighs
Of dreams locked away for life.

Beautiful! well organize poem with simple dictions. I like the fact that you write in four sestets to express your mood. I did feel each verse you wrote,easy for lay readers to understand. Thumbs up.

ayozainy:
2



BONDAGE...I NEED MY FREEDOM

Shackles of the dim past
Lights my soul with pain
In pensive mood I cry
My heart leaps, for unknown
The unwanted part of me
Has made my being a fool
For I gather my chain
And lie on the solid soil
***********************
My hands knows no craft
I look without seeing
For I am well ordained
With ornaments of crime
Rags of unwanted perjury
Is mine to behold
The ray of light I see
Has made me blind within
************************
My freedom I cry
This lock is so unfriendly
I wash and sleep in tears
For my soul fears them all
My room is shallow
With unwanted occupants
Hunger now my buddy
For I eat my vomit
*****************
Let me out of here
Anybody, Somebody
I need my freedom
Just give me a piece of bread
To make me bear my brunt
This cross I carry alone
Is too much for a con
Who has now been pervaded
*************************
Freedom, Freedom,
Is all my being longs for
The padlock on me,
Makes me an unwanted honey
I wander here all alone
In an infested boulevard
An unplanned mystery
Is what awaits me.
*******************
Can I ever see the light?
Will the sun ever see me?
Would I have my own?
My loneliness frauds me
A fraudster now defrauded
Untie my hands, I plead
Unlock this chain, I cry
Give me freedom, I sing.
**********************

Hi Ayozainy, your hard works in the Appreciation of poetry is obvious. You've really improve. Your choice of words are okay, easy for lay readers to understand. I strongly feel the pains and sorrowful mood of the poet, it's really touching. Your poem is arranged in six octave..But you need to improve on your punctuations. God bless you.

JigsawKillah:

I'm lost! I'm lost!
I'm the hardest
I've paid the cost

Done Sat with made men
With dirty hands
With blood money they paid them

Tortured my heart to hate
I sneeze when I see love
Even termed my family fake

Oh my dreams! What did I not give?
Blood, souls, name it
Yet you, I couldn't achieve

Oh my dreams! Where art thou?
Where's the coke and Ice?
The Cuban cigar? Fly chicks around?

Didn't see jail coming today
Patient dogs stay hungry
But each has it's day

JisgsawKillah was banned bay the anti spam-bot. Thanks noble4d.
Ayamlaykorn

laykorn:
3- FREEDOM BEHIND STEEL BARS(a letter to my wife)

Dammy,
I looked in the bathroom mirror today,
and I saw my hairs turning grey.
I have somethings to tell you,
my gift on Christmas Day.

Dammy,
there is a hidden part of every one of us,
that we spend our whole lives looking for.
It has not a name,and can never be described in a way.
Hidden,yet thrashing against the walls,a screaming voice.

Dammy,
I know you stare at the moon,smell in the dew.
But have you found the hidden the hidden part in you?
The part that makes you human,makes you fulfilled.
Yesterday,I was a convicted felon,today I made a breakthrough.

Dammy,
Open eyed yet I was too blind to see.
Now I've found the hidden part of me.
I've found the joy that remains,
when freedom ran and ceased to be a friend,for me.

Dammy
My music,the heavy 'clang clang' of locks,
and play,when Skuka pulls his violent stunts.
But everyday my freedom multiplies,doubles and remains.
When I remember dying here before my 100 years long.

Dammy
Now never you try to remember my cuddles or my kisses.
My roses or my perfumes and the promises or all this Christmas Day feelings.
Cos I am free now I am free.
Free as a rain drop,when it leaves its mother,the sky, falling.


Dammy
Never you try to call my words balderdash,for they have a meaning.
The meaning of a sentence,but prolonged by a prisoners writing.
Cos I am free now I am free
Steel bars are not really there when you pretend not to see.

Dammy
So join me now,to chant a freedom rhyme.
With a soothing rythm,we make a toast with glasses of wine.
To freedom and freedom,behind steel bars.
Cos the bars are never there,when I close my eyes.

"In prison, those things withheld from and denied to
the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of
all." Eldridge Cleaver

Ayamlaykorn

Hi Laykorn, you write well with touching story. Your poem is well structured, your choice of words is simple. But you still need to improve on your punctuations. Remember, every first letter of each line should start with block letter. Thumbs up.

LORDI:
NO ONE LIVES HERE ANYMORE
On all homes
That lie bereft
Along plains
That line benue shores

On silent farms
Of extinct tribes
That nutured yams
And gold mines today

We found the hands and feet and
The decapitated heads
That lay like pitted blackheads
On the turning cheeks for africa

Then I know for sure
NO ONE LIVES HERE ANYMORE

Hallo LORDI, this is an example of a well designed building with a weak pillar. Punctuations has a vital role in poetry. Your poem is wonderfully organize but punctuations are lost.

venivedivici:
5 LABYRINTHS

Trapped
In the dungeons of the mind
Impeded
By doubt and disillusionment
The only things flying free
Are gliding blogs of cloud
Sometimes white, peaceful
Others grey: blurred lines, demilitarized zones, transient ceasefires
A thousand shades of bondage;
Or birds
Executing graceful awesome aeronautics
And eyes, although hindered by Ra's rays

They say it is a long walk to freedom
(Is it true, Nelson Mandela?)
What if one can never be free?
If prisons are hallucinatory
Confines, concretised by instruments of State
And chains are illusory bracelets
Mirages enforced by law?

Prison...
If prison is a precursor to hell
And multiple minotaurs abound therein
Then hell is here, where
At break of dawn
There are no memories of distracting dreams
And at crack of twilight
No reminiscences of day
Not even negatives of fond photographs
But déjà vus of the gloomy future.

.

Hallo Bro, I think you need to relax and re-structure your poem. Work on your punctuations and diction. Thumbs up.

niyisky:
Niyisky


Prisoner of Love...

Amy come here biko'
And see the man you left behind.
Without you virtue and joy have left me
I'm emotionless and dark.

I built up walls in my heart,
To deal with the pain you gave me.
They grew out of my control into bricks and bars,
That are closing in.

So real Amy, I can touch them;
My gaze is kept on my feet all day,
Alone and nothing to look up to.
The past is block and the future barren.

Even Emenike and Chuka,
My Favorite mockers have grown weary
Those village clowns, clowning their way to kingship.
There's nothing left to laugh about.

But I know you can break through this defense,
And get me out of this fence.
I'm a dead man standing,
I bare the burden of lost on my sagged shoulders...

5

Straight and hilarious. Well structured poem with simple words. But you still need to work on your diction and punctuations. Thanks.

noble4d:


Hallo Bro, I think you need to relax and re-structure your poem. Work on your punctuations and diction. Thumbs up.

Restructure in what sense, bro? Punctuation and diction as pertaining to what parts or lines? I think you should be more explicit, sir.

donifez:
THE AGONY OF THE INNOCENT


Here i am languishing in this cell of mischief,
Staring at emptiness...drowning in a sea of grief,
I came to these country to make end meet, survival of the fittest is what it is,
with my hands i worked, for every cent gained...an intense body pain.



An horse pistol was found in my crib...like a compass it leads me to an unbearable ring,
The court was filled to a brim....my fall their glorious glee,
with every gavel been hit...my fate was gradually sealed,
The judge pronounced my fate....I was guilty so he said.


Here i am now...with tears flowing like raindrop from a pine,
Justice i seek, vengeance shall be mine,
A murderer was i called, now a murderer i shall be,
And when i get the enemy that plotted this against me,
I shall leave a trace of evidence deep within him.

7

Good choice of words, easy to understand by lay readers. You kept on using "..." In your poem, you need to learn how to appropriately use punctuations in poetry. Also, your poem is not well organize. I know you can do better, keep it up.

Untitled for now

Could we call it blight on this country fair?
Mans cruelty to Man centuries bygone,
Such disease this country to become heir.
Monsters and demons the practice did spawn.


Throughout those years, a darkness did descend.
Man bought and sold without any recourse.
To wound and molest without recompend.
Tearing mother from Child, held no remorse.


Though progress was made in the years that passed,
Some continued to spread the infection.
But into the pond, a small stone was cast,
By he who brought peaceful resolution.


When will we re'lize from whence we ALL come.
From then to now, we must tally the sum.

venivedivici:


Restructure in what sense, bro? Punctuation and diction as pertaining to what parts or lines? I think you should be more explicit, sir.

Hallo veni, you should endeavor to organize your poem in such a way that lay readers will understand. The lines in your poem are scattered which makes the stanzas to break.