Promises and agenda are in vains.
We voted for them in the rain ,
In Sun harshness we aren't tired to vote,
The only ultimate gift we get from them is biscuit and note.
We are been lied to, yet we still follow them like sheep,
Our believe in them was so deep,
Yet, they all lied to us,
Without an inch clause.
Our road is now a pot of holes,
Our country is not whole,
Yet they tour around the globe.
Our hospital are with less probe,
And we have a lot of difficulties.
Our leaders are there ignoring their duties,
This is not the promise they made,
They all lied to us and make their promising words fade.
They all lied to us for a let go,
And they don't just listen to our boo.
Our right and dues is theirs,
No better days ahead for our heirs.
Suffering does not give us break,
Our development is still crawling to the peak.
They've hijacked our right of vote,
With lies that give us reasonable quotes.
They use our resources like free gift of nature,
Our land is fertile but no one to nuture.
Is this life to them or a torture.
They dismantle our money and create a puncture.
They all lied to us because they have to,
And they have nothing to offer us than to destroy and go.
This is a real scene of deciet,
After all their delicious talk, it is just a conceit.
They All Lied.
Williams.A.Beloved.
2016.
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nice poems
Monday, February 22, 2016
THE GAME by Williams.A.Beloved .
If you are into politics , you are definitely playing the real game.
This is not anyone's fault and they are not to be blamed,
The rules of the game is what they abide on.
If you and me are into the game, I know things would be over do.
Our heart has been polished dark .
We don't fear any one neither our creator nor the covenant ark.
Oath is just like an anthem you must read,
This game is not meant to feed all, but to fetch them everlasting bread .
The game is meant for smarter and sharper minds,
No one cares for brethren, everybody is after is own find .
This is the game factual reality,
Though all the prank is vanity.
The game is not for the lame ,
The game is not for people who think of shame.
The game is for the people with no conscience .
The game is for the people who have lost their patience .
The game is for the people who are earthly minded.
The game is for people who are demonic bonded.
The game is now a count of scores,
You shed bloods and count the score of human skulls.
No loss , no cross to bear than to go and shop in hull.
This is the filthy game of politics ,
And our leaders are no more morally didactic,
This is the new game of politics.
Corruption is the main man in the game ,
And the players are after money and fame.
This is the game everyone in pursuit of wealth are after,
They play with sweat words in campaigns and change their agenda aftermath,
These game is for the wealthy and greedy,
Which gives no path to the needy.
The Game.
2016.
Williams.A.Beloved .
This is not anyone's fault and they are not to be blamed,
The rules of the game is what they abide on.
If you and me are into the game, I know things would be over do.
Our heart has been polished dark .
We don't fear any one neither our creator nor the covenant ark.
Oath is just like an anthem you must read,
This game is not meant to feed all, but to fetch them everlasting bread .
The game is meant for smarter and sharper minds,
No one cares for brethren, everybody is after is own find .
This is the game factual reality,
Though all the prank is vanity.
The game is not for the lame ,
The game is not for people who think of shame.
The game is for the people with no conscience .
The game is for the people who have lost their patience .
The game is for the people who are earthly minded.
The game is for people who are demonic bonded.
The game is now a count of scores,
You shed bloods and count the score of human skulls.
No loss , no cross to bear than to go and shop in hull.
This is the filthy game of politics ,
And our leaders are no more morally didactic,
This is the new game of politics.
Corruption is the main man in the game ,
And the players are after money and fame.
This is the game everyone in pursuit of wealth are after,
They play with sweat words in campaigns and change their agenda aftermath,
These game is for the wealthy and greedy,
Which gives no path to the needy.
The Game.
2016.
Williams.A.Beloved .
10 WAYS TO REMAIN A BUDDING POET FOR A CENTURY ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ (GRACIANO ENWEREM).
Ordinarily, there are certain things a young writer
could do to shred the tag, "budding poet" off of
his face. From reading other poets, writing better
and to choosing a better means of displaying his
or her works. However, I thought it'll be much
more fun to tell you for free these 10 sure things
to do if remaining a budding poet for a lifetime is
what you want. So here they are:
1. REFUSE UPDATES AND SAY NO TO AN
UPGRADE: Believe that poets are born and can
never be made. Don't read the works of others,
you might end up sounding like them and it won't
just make you stupid, it's a crime! Seminars,
conventions and workshops are for only those
who can't access materials about literary devices
and figures of speech on the internet. For you,
there's nothing new to learn there. You need not
adulterate what Odin, your father has deposited in
you with their mumbo jumbo. If you must be in
any workshop, you should be the one teaching.
The mountains must go visit Mohammed!
2. NEVER ACCEPT CORRECTIONS: You're a
licensed poet and poetic license is a veritable
excuse for inadequacies and errors. Don't let any
jabroni insult you by telling you that your tenses
are wrong or that your capitalization and
punctuations are wrongly placed. Whoever that
does those is just trying to capitalize on your
not-so-noticable blemishes to shine at your
expense. You mustn't let that happen. Show him
or her your lie sense!
3. BE SELF-CONCEITED: Avoid sensitive
sociopolitical subjects. Great poets like you
should write only about themselves. Tell people
that you write only what you feel and not what
you think can save the world. After all, you don't
feel what others feel and you're an alien from St.
Monica in Mars.
4. USE SOCIAL MEDIA AS SCALE: Judge your
improvement by the increase or decrease of the
likes and comments you get on Facebook. When
your twin brother or sister says he or she is
standing on the heads of GEJ and PMB and
doffing his or her hat for you because of your
poems, just believe that your post is faultless.
5. BE AN EXPERT PLAGIARIST: Other poets may
research for weeks before writing a poem, you're
not wired like that. Lifting lines of other writers
after all is research also. Don't think up concepts
on your own. When you're caught, fire back at
your critics. Tell them that no idea is virgin. Tell
them that what you just stole is a cento, parody
and/ or an adaptation and that they're just being
jealous of your fame. This is going to put you in a
bad light and make you popular for the wrong
reasons but what do you care? Being a budding
poet forever is the mission here. You can't afford
to compromise that for anything!
6. RUSH TO PUBLISH: Aside from his white hairs
and beards, the only difference between Prof Wole
Soyinka and you is that he's published. You really
should consider dyeing yours and publishing too.
When you're done publishing and you succeed in
selling only 15 copies to your family members
who palpably don't look like they're going to read
the poems, tell everyone that Nigerians don't
read. Don't they know that they just have to read
your lines to survive? In fact, become livid and
disillusioned. Don't write again. They should all
starve to death because they will never read the
Jesus in your lines again.
7. REMAIN IN YOUR COCOON: Poets like you are
eccentric, don't join any poetry group. Refuse to
enter for slams and don't expose your mercurial
self to exhibitions. Competitions are not a true
test of quality and talent, remaining in your room
is. Just sit within closed doors and wait for the
big break that you alone very well deserve. MTN,
GLO, ETISALAT, AIRTEL and MALTINA will soon
come and beg you to release few of your lines in
exchange for some millions of Dollars. After all,
you're the most current talent on earth and they'll
need your help to get to billions of your fans.
8. BE VERY "CONTROVERSIAL": Being
controversial makes one very popular. Beguile
yourself that being controversial is same as
becoming troublesome. Fault and fight popular
poets and get popular too. Always be on the
lookout for lacunae and rifts between two poetry
promoters and publicly insult the one you think is
at fault. When to your greatest dismay, both of
them eventually make peace and remember to
forget to include your name in the list of poets to
be featured in their platforms, get mad at them
and start your own poetry platform. Nonsense!
9. CHOOSE ABSTRACT MENTORS: As a page
poet, why settle for Kukogho Iruesiri Samson as a
mentor when he's not yet as popular as Chinua
Achebe? The 'boy' is only 31 years old! You know
that you need a mentor to help you perform your
spokenword pieces better but why settle for
Kemistree when Jannet icks is far more respected
globally? That small girl? She's still a student!
Even though you know that Achebe is late and
Jannet icks is far from your reach, just tell
everyone that they're your mentors, read their
works and lift some of their lines and you will be
rewarded with more regard. Whoever that had
said stuffs about how best it is to start small
must have been faithless. Take snapshots with
Dike Chukwumerije, Uche Uwadinachi and Sammy
Sage Has Son and in the pictures, make sure
you're seen rubbing their heads with your hands
so that it'll be easy to proof to your friends that
they're your buddies and not your mentors.
10. BE A JACKASS SNOB: Since you've had 3
invites to perform your poems at events (maybe a
requiem mass inclusive) and the other poets
haven't got one in almost a year, it means they're
all inferior poets. They're too wack and having
them hang around you is suicide. They're no
longer in your echelon so just move on. Should
they call you, pretend you're seriously preparing
for an interview on CNN and drop the call. They're
now social climbers and you can't afford to be
their ladder. Who says you'll need their help any
time soon?
If you as much as do any 3 of these
unrepentantly, being a budding poet for a century
will not be any much of a challenge to you
anymore. At least, not in this lifetime.
©GRACIANO
17-02-2016
11:33AM. —
could do to shred the tag, "budding poet" off of
his face. From reading other poets, writing better
and to choosing a better means of displaying his
or her works. However, I thought it'll be much
more fun to tell you for free these 10 sure things
to do if remaining a budding poet for a lifetime is
what you want. So here they are:
1. REFUSE UPDATES AND SAY NO TO AN
UPGRADE: Believe that poets are born and can
never be made. Don't read the works of others,
you might end up sounding like them and it won't
just make you stupid, it's a crime! Seminars,
conventions and workshops are for only those
who can't access materials about literary devices
and figures of speech on the internet. For you,
there's nothing new to learn there. You need not
adulterate what Odin, your father has deposited in
you with their mumbo jumbo. If you must be in
any workshop, you should be the one teaching.
The mountains must go visit Mohammed!
2. NEVER ACCEPT CORRECTIONS: You're a
licensed poet and poetic license is a veritable
excuse for inadequacies and errors. Don't let any
jabroni insult you by telling you that your tenses
are wrong or that your capitalization and
punctuations are wrongly placed. Whoever that
does those is just trying to capitalize on your
not-so-noticable blemishes to shine at your
expense. You mustn't let that happen. Show him
or her your lie sense!
3. BE SELF-CONCEITED: Avoid sensitive
sociopolitical subjects. Great poets like you
should write only about themselves. Tell people
that you write only what you feel and not what
you think can save the world. After all, you don't
feel what others feel and you're an alien from St.
Monica in Mars.
4. USE SOCIAL MEDIA AS SCALE: Judge your
improvement by the increase or decrease of the
likes and comments you get on Facebook. When
your twin brother or sister says he or she is
standing on the heads of GEJ and PMB and
doffing his or her hat for you because of your
poems, just believe that your post is faultless.
5. BE AN EXPERT PLAGIARIST: Other poets may
research for weeks before writing a poem, you're
not wired like that. Lifting lines of other writers
after all is research also. Don't think up concepts
on your own. When you're caught, fire back at
your critics. Tell them that no idea is virgin. Tell
them that what you just stole is a cento, parody
and/ or an adaptation and that they're just being
jealous of your fame. This is going to put you in a
bad light and make you popular for the wrong
reasons but what do you care? Being a budding
poet forever is the mission here. You can't afford
to compromise that for anything!
6. RUSH TO PUBLISH: Aside from his white hairs
and beards, the only difference between Prof Wole
Soyinka and you is that he's published. You really
should consider dyeing yours and publishing too.
When you're done publishing and you succeed in
selling only 15 copies to your family members
who palpably don't look like they're going to read
the poems, tell everyone that Nigerians don't
read. Don't they know that they just have to read
your lines to survive? In fact, become livid and
disillusioned. Don't write again. They should all
starve to death because they will never read the
Jesus in your lines again.
7. REMAIN IN YOUR COCOON: Poets like you are
eccentric, don't join any poetry group. Refuse to
enter for slams and don't expose your mercurial
self to exhibitions. Competitions are not a true
test of quality and talent, remaining in your room
is. Just sit within closed doors and wait for the
big break that you alone very well deserve. MTN,
GLO, ETISALAT, AIRTEL and MALTINA will soon
come and beg you to release few of your lines in
exchange for some millions of Dollars. After all,
you're the most current talent on earth and they'll
need your help to get to billions of your fans.
8. BE VERY "CONTROVERSIAL": Being
controversial makes one very popular. Beguile
yourself that being controversial is same as
becoming troublesome. Fault and fight popular
poets and get popular too. Always be on the
lookout for lacunae and rifts between two poetry
promoters and publicly insult the one you think is
at fault. When to your greatest dismay, both of
them eventually make peace and remember to
forget to include your name in the list of poets to
be featured in their platforms, get mad at them
and start your own poetry platform. Nonsense!
9. CHOOSE ABSTRACT MENTORS: As a page
poet, why settle for Kukogho Iruesiri Samson as a
mentor when he's not yet as popular as Chinua
Achebe? The 'boy' is only 31 years old! You know
that you need a mentor to help you perform your
spokenword pieces better but why settle for
Kemistree when Jannet icks is far more respected
globally? That small girl? She's still a student!
Even though you know that Achebe is late and
Jannet icks is far from your reach, just tell
everyone that they're your mentors, read their
works and lift some of their lines and you will be
rewarded with more regard. Whoever that had
said stuffs about how best it is to start small
must have been faithless. Take snapshots with
Dike Chukwumerije, Uche Uwadinachi and Sammy
Sage Has Son and in the pictures, make sure
you're seen rubbing their heads with your hands
so that it'll be easy to proof to your friends that
they're your buddies and not your mentors.
10. BE A JACKASS SNOB: Since you've had 3
invites to perform your poems at events (maybe a
requiem mass inclusive) and the other poets
haven't got one in almost a year, it means they're
all inferior poets. They're too wack and having
them hang around you is suicide. They're no
longer in your echelon so just move on. Should
they call you, pretend you're seriously preparing
for an interview on CNN and drop the call. They're
now social climbers and you can't afford to be
their ladder. Who says you'll need their help any
time soon?
If you as much as do any 3 of these
unrepentantly, being a budding poet for a century
will not be any much of a challenge to you
anymore. At least, not in this lifetime.
©GRACIANO
17-02-2016
11:33AM. —
Thursday, February 18, 2016
CHANGE TO MAKE A CHANGE by Olaleye Samuel Abiodun E.A
Days and nights passed away making some ages,
Our forefathers had glow in the freedom mirage of changes,
They fought earnestly for the change of this great land of
ages
Although their sage of change was applauded with rages.
Our freedom fighters struggled for where we are today
But what has happened to us?
Why have we decided to disrupt the tune of freedom obtained
by the blood of our forefathers?
Why should the echoes of suffering and enslavement be
pronounced?
The world is dancing to the rhythm and melody of perdition
While we get set on track to run the race of poverty and
starvation
Our ho-hum journey of governing has been through stargnation
we cry in pain and agony with tears flowing like rivers of
rain
While we sit back and look for our freedom to be hunted and
deraigned
Our government in diaspora is lost in slavedom lane
As what we have now is a freedom feign
Why should we allow the freedom hunters pull their triggers
Into the marrow of our nations system?
Why should we allow our victory be trampled upon by
sycophant?
When are we going toget the antigen from our mudded
mentality?
Our laws and customs of change is
nothing but immorality,
Corruption has moded us into the shape of irresponsibility;
Forgetting that we own a duty of responsibility to morality.
who will revive our hope of a true ambiance of humanity?
Change has come to America was the cry of Martin Luther
King,
When the sacrifice of revolution was offered.
But why has the struggle of our revolutionist not be rewarded
with our dream destination as a nation?
We have rendered useless their spirit of Jingoism,
And we have relinquished the government of nationalism;
Still thinking we are flying high the flag of patriotism.
But wait, enough of this sleep and slumber from skepticism
We cry day and night for change and freedom,
Forgetting that we're still enclosed in the embryo of
slavery mentality.
Change is invisible without our changed personality
We speak of change without effecting changes to our
personage
We cannot get the desired change until the change start from
within
The change for change is the change of age
we have to leave the path of lawlessness for this change in
exchange
Let's declare the new era of commitment to be self engaged
Nothing will change with our entralling enrage,
Until our spoken words of change is granted for action.
The costly sacrifice for change cannot be for rentage;
We're the change to make a change
It's the right time to be change agents and not as borachio
of opprobry.
CHARITY OF IWALEWA (a poem by Olaleye Samuel Abiodun E.A)
I was entrapped to write to this
piece
Going on a voyage of rumination.
I finally fell into ocean of
thought of the woman of my dream
Have not seen one but I saw
someone like her.
At this sight, I became a diligent
student in the school of romance
I was seated in the class of Angelology
I offered Angelus with my hands
crossed for your fate to cross my way
A fortiori, I almost mistaken you
for Angeleno.
Ask me a woman of substance and
clarity,
And I will show the Angelic
Charity.
Ask me a lady of great fidelity,
And I will show the Angelic
Charity.
A woman of virtue and quality
Inestimably complex and full of
capability.
Her passion lies in the strength
of her capacity.
Let me tell you of her ability
She is a vault of pure heart and
sincerity
Her state of reasoning is nothing
but sagacity
Her actions and thought are the
outplay of her fecundity
My heart travelled in gravity
At the sight of the rapidity of
Charity's essentiality.
I still can’t believe this sight of angel in
reality
Iwalewa Charity, the dream of all
men,
The helmswoman of the virtue's
vault
This is my telic that Richard
should work hard before men do him hard.
MY LAWFUL LOVE(a poem by Olaleye Samuel Abiodun E.A. )
Who shall I make my wife was the beat of sanity my heart was dancing to when she scantily catwalked by, with her skimpy, micro mini numbing bum short.
I could tell of her the sweetness of death in her eyes as
she dazzlingly lure my emotions to pitfall.
She seduced my mind as I almost became her Samson, with my
dreadlock to be shaved off.
She was the Delilah of time wastage.
But how many will I tell of this invisible lust?
The lust that lost me in the land of lost.
But on my journey to the lost-full catacomb of the
lustfulcomb,
The Love-full which is lawful is what beckons on me.
How many will I tell of this love?
How many will love this love I love?
How best can I expressly express this feeling?
My lawful Love-full is not a fool
My heart is full of this love;
Give me a console to broadcast this iconic love that is not
crazy but filled with beautiful craze.
This is an angelic love,
My Dulia, My SuPerWoMan
SuPerMan
Olaleye Samuel Abiodun E.A.
18/2/2016 2:53pm
Friday, February 12, 2016
LOVE; THE GREATEST GIFT by Sunsampaul Egwu
Only those who are courageous enough, only
those who are gamblers, who can risk their
very life and be possessed by some unknown
energy, are able to know what love is.
Love is the first step towards God — hence it
appears mad to those who are hung up in
their heads. And because people don’t
understand the whole mystery of love,
because they try to understand it through the
mind… It can be understood only through the
heart. Remember: all that is great is
available to the heart.
The heart is the door
to all great values of life, to all ultimate
values, and the head is only a useful
mechanism, a gadget — good in the
marketplace but utterly useless in a temple.
And love is a temple, it is not a marketplace.
If you drive love into the marketplace it is
reduced into ugly sexuality.
That’s what people have done: rather than
raising love to God, they have reduced love
into ugly, animalistic sexuality. And the
strange thing is, the same people — the
priests, the politicians, the puritans — the
same people who have reduced love into an
ugly phenomenon, are against sex, are
enemies of sex. And they are the people who
have destroyed a tremendously potential
power!
Love is a lotus hidden in the mud. The lotus
is born out of mud, but you don’t condemn
the lotus because it is born out of mud; you
don’t call the lotus muddy, you don’t call the
lotus dirty.
Love is born out of sex, and then
prayer is born out of love, and then God is
born out of prayer. Higher and higher and
higher one goes on soaring.
But the priests and the puritans have reduced
the whole phenomenon into sexuality. And
once love becomes sex it becomes ugly, one
starts feeling guilty about it. And it is
because of that guilt that this saying, this
proverb: First sight of love, last sight of
wisdom.
If you ask me, I will change it a
little bit. I will say: First sight of love, first
sight of wisdom.
But it depends how you look at it. If you look
at the potential of it, at the highest
possibility that it can reach, then love
becomes a ladder.
If you look only at the
mud and you are utterly blind to the future of
the mud, then certainly love becomes
something ugly and great antagonism arises
in you. But to be antagonistic to love is to be
antagonistic to God.
Once love is reduced to sexuality only, of
course then the first sight of love is the last
sight of wisdom. But it depends on you: why
reduce it to sexuality? Why not change the
baser metal into gold? Why not learn the
alchemy of love?
Love is the greatest gift of God. Learn the art
of it. Learn the song of it, the celebration of
it. It is an absolute need: just as the body
cannot survive without food, the soul cannot
survive without love. Love is the nourishment
of the soul, it is the beginning of all that is
great, it is the door of the divine.
One of the great problems of life is that one
believes that what he desires is good for the
mere reason that he desires it. Such thinking is a
fallacy and it is a broken rung on the ladder of
life that will not sustain or support anyone who
places his weight on it. Life is complex, and it is
often very hard to know the good from the evil,
because evil has a way of disguising itself as
good. We discover the deception and the truth of
the situation after we have undergone a bad
experience.
Hopefully, due to our lack of
discrimination we learned a valuable lesson. Yet,
it is amazing how so many can experience so
much and yet learn so little.
Everyone in life desires to be happy.
An exception
may be those who, deluded, believe they are
happy in their misery. True happiness is an
outgoing expression of love; a selfless giving
without expecting a given return. While love is
the true expression of one's self, it is not
something that is sloppy or mushy; it is a quality
of great strength and of great endurance.
The love of God for His human children is a love of
the highest quality and of inconceivable
endurance. Love is also all-encompassing: it is
gentleness, yet it is firmness; it is giving, yet
doing so wisely; it is helping, yet not meddling;
it is devotion, yet not fanaticism; it is adoration,
yet not being possessive.
Love is many things,
and in its highest expression it is all things.
As we evolve in consciousness we also grow in
love. Love becomes an outpouring of divine
qualities. Anyone wishing to use a barometer to
measure his degree of development has only to
gauge his own quality and quantity of love as his
barometer and he will know exactly where he is
on the scale of life. Many claiming to be highly
developed and highly spiritual still do many
unloving things to others and this shows exactly
where they really are in spirituality.
The infusion of the Being through our practice of
Transcendental Meditation is really the infusion
of love and the infusion into ourselves of our
divine qualities.
This is love. Love as an
expression of divinity does not have to be
declared by anyone, because it automatically
radiates from one. Now, each spoken word is an
expression of love and each act is an act of love.
So love is the true goal of life because love is
eternal. When all else has vanished, love alone
will remain in its resplendent glory. Before one
can ever hope to stand erect in the light or
become eternal or godlike, one must become a
living expression of his own highest quality, and
this is love and this is also God. Indeed love is the greatest gift.
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