There be none of that
U b fresh to me
You're not cool to me
Rude as dirty pig
You be loud stinky and unruly
I be not for you.
My heart I shall not give
Simple as that
You shall not
Wind me over with your lust
I be not for you
I beat trust
Not to mess
I am chosen
To a king beholden
You can't have it
My vessel nor soul
You can't have it my vessel
I'm spoken for
I am my kingdom's bride
my king I am his
Virtuous, I'm chosen.
I b not 4 U
~
Dia be none for dat
u b fresh to me
you're no bi dey sharp to me
rude as dorti pig
you be loud stinky and do anyhow
i be no bi for you.
mai heart i shall no bi find
shikena as dat
you shall no bi
wind me ova wit ya lust
i be no bi for you
i beat trust
no bi to mess
i am chosen
go king beholden
you no fit don it
mai vessel abi soul
you no fit don it mai vessel
i'm spoken for
i am mai kingdom's bride
mai king i am im
virtuous, i'm chosen.
i b no bi 4 u
9/1/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Afrobeat Song
One day,
All these will become history,
For life itself ain't no'in but a mystery.
Our existence will one day be told in stories,
So serve your God and leave aside your worries;
"Abi kil'aiye jamo" when friends can be your foes
When you wish them good and they wish you woes.
Take a look at the tulips and roses along the trails,
They're lovelier than humans that are crazier than whales;
"O je yaa sora" and soak thyself in prayers,
For life's lesson comes in stratas or layers.
One day everything shall be like a dream,
Like waters forgotten, journeyed down the stream.
Niggyraslife 2026
Remnants of passion littered on the ground,
Drops of blood from the lips of hounds.
Running might save you,
But the door’s locked,
And your soul’s frostbitten.
Recall-
The ache to leave.
There’s a standstill. A hush,
Before you dash.
The longing won’t be sealed,
And you’ll think it’s your chance
To fly, to flee, to be.
But you can’t unclip these wings,
You can’t undo these manacles.
You fly in circles
Over charred lands.
Watching fragments of hope
drift in quiet winds.
There are remnants of dreams scattered on the ground,
A deflated ball of hope.
You look in your hand
And find you’re holding scissors.
---Abi.
Standing alone at night on the window
As I look at the bright moon
I think that you would be doing the same
Hope it isn't a counterclaim
It feels like you come beside me soon
I can feel that shiver deep
The thought of not having you around
Surely makes me asleep
My girl longing for your touch
My love for you is such
The thoughts are nice
Just that you are feis Wems
Getting lust overprice; mad oo like you are in love
It would only make things worse and land you in a slough
Make money
It may not give all
But will make romances honey
That's what lasting bond befall
This is a modern era
Love needs it for bond not to collapse in depression like a caldera
Abi na lie¿
We meet, we talk, but I don’t know you.
Your eyes a flash of blue, bits of sky. I don’t
know how it came to be yours, the sky. Do you have
magic, that you command the very elements to
your being? I would like to be
yours as well. In the night’s deep quiet we will lie awake
and you will rename the stars, build new constellations to
fill me with awe and reverence. How safe I will feel
in your arms, by your side, whenever you say my name. The
monsters will cower, dazzled by your sky eyes shining so bright in the night.
As our seasons turn, will your skies change?
Inspired by New Year’s Morning by Elmaz Abi-Nadir
DILEMMA OF THE RICH.
my thoughts are scribbled.
let me shout and scream.
in the middle of night I can't sleep.
am always thinking of Mr A and Miss B
fear of people eats me up,
Like vinegar am drinking from this bitter cup.
could this be me?
or am stung by a bee.
This is it.
And Here's why i am screwed.
There are so many bills on me.
everyone is Always calling me for their needs.
"Shey "na only me niii?
Abi na curse make person rich nii??
i am feed up, I must be real.
I may put up some attitude that will tag me a beast.
I don't care what you think,
If you like say he's now a new being.
That's your own cup of tea
I will ensure I listen to no plea.
For now no calls please.
I need some time to myself with ease.
The worst if it.
It's few weeks to the festive season.
© Jones poems.
Abiding in God’s love, I abound in His grace
Blessed with His salvation of eternal life’s rays
I live for the Lord in His might thru all my days.
Guided by the Holy Spirit for righteous ways
Assured am I to triumph in my Christian race.
Illumined thru His Word along faith-ushered pace
Led by His truth, I’m prospered* upon service-base.
Quest for His favor, I do with His sovereign mace
Upheld against deceitful yeas or scheming nays
Imparted with divine nature of holy brace.
Zealously, He meets my needs devoid of delays
Offering sweet fellowships where I seek His face...
Now and forever, I thank Him with wondrous praise.
III John 2 Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth.
Acrostic with monorhyme
October 17, 2018
Happy Birthday, Abi. It’s my prayer that the Lord will continually bless you as you live for Him.
Arabic script doesn't survive PoetrySoup, I hereby rewrite my previous submitted Arabic poem in FrancoArab letters,
laqad kunt fina al-saraj al-munir .... wa kunt alsadiq wa kunt al-khalil
wa kunt rasul al-mahabati fina .... wa kunt shifa' al-qalb al-alil
ahidna fika al-kholoq al-karim .... ahidna fika al-shahm al-nabil
jasuran shuja'an wa batalan homaman .... ila al-haq taghdu liqasd al-sabil
tajasadat fik asmaa al-ma'anaa .... wa laka fi al-sabr ba'on tawil
fa'an'em birajul qallama .... tu'ti al-hayat lana mathyl
kariman halalata shahidan rahalta .... man ya tura 'ank al-badil
fahna' bi maq'ad sidq aliyan .... bayn al-anhar wa zilen zalil
wa tab mustaqarren yafuh bi'etren .... rubu' al jannati wa al-salsabil
fi janati al-firdaws talqa al-anbia' .... wa jahran tara wajha rabben jalil
kafa'ak Allah bima anta ahloho .... wa a'tak minhu aljaza' aljazil
abi qad motta f matat basmaty .... wa akhtu hayati b khatwen thaqil
tatuaqu lisawtik ozoni fa inhad .... wa qul ya Aliya halum al rahil
satabqaa li hayatoka mathalan aziman .... ba'ad al mamat wa zikron jamil
wa yazallu etruka baynana .... fel manam wa fel suhad badil
You for noh
Say I dey shine my eyez
Coz na so so wahalla wey dey shine for my head top
You for noh
Say na I jos dey parade my gari den granot
So sey hunger no go kill me now
Coz if I die now, I just don die for oyibo land
You for noh
Say na my papa den mama na won make I travel som
Make dem dey see me to as Bossu
So dem go fit carry dem fugu den celebrate my dollar
You for noh
Na me to I for get swag
Make I fit dey speak like oyibo
Make smoke dey commot for my mouth abi
Ha! You for noh
Make I don coat
Den take serfee den post post for my facebook
Make my neighbors nor say me to I dey
You for noh
Na make me too I don grab oyibo girl-y
Make I don get chwingorm kiss-y
Make I don do the tin-y
Make she don get belly bigg-y
Make my pikins get oyibo skin-y
Make dem talk like dem dey sing-y
Hahahahahaha you for no
Say me to I do sorm
Say me too I dey
Bot
If I die
You for noh say
Ibi my stupidity wey kill me
So you for noh.
A-ng aguhon ng daang tama
N-a mahalaga upang di maligaw;
G-awin ang pagtahak doon, lahat sila, ako man, at ikaw.
A-ng aguhon ng daang tama,
G-amit na totoong kailangan;
U-tos ng Diyos ang katulad,
H-alina't sundin tungo sa kaligtasan.
O-ras na upang alamin, dakong itinuturo ng aguhon;
N-aroon ang gantimpala, pagdating ng akmang panahon.
N-ais ihayag ng aguhon, ang tunay at matuwid na landas;
G-anap na pagtalima sa Diyos, hanggang sa araw ng wakas.
D-ireksyong senyas ng aguhon
A-y hindi maitatanggi;
A-raw man maglakbay,
N-ariyan ang gabay kahit sa
G-abi.
T-aluntunin at ingatan
A-ng mga aral sa Biblia;
M-ahalin at panghawakan
A-ng aguhon ng daang tama.
He has got everything
A damsel desires
His vocals sounds
Like the birds of the heaven,
His eyes like the sunset
He could stare and you could
Fall into the waters.
Those eyes captivates
The soul of the wanting.
His dreams are as big
As the oceans
And as deep as the sky
From the earth
He could heal a broken ankle
By just melody,
He cares like the mother hen,
He's a bomb in the sea.
A fruit in the desert
Stars in the garden
And light in darkness
He calls like there's
An emergency
His hands reaches
For everything
As I call him
Jack of all trades
He is loyalty,
everyone loves,
He creates beat
That Africa will cherish
The world will know him soon
His name is
ABI-D
We are thankful Dear God for this grace
that enabled GCSolutions to score a brace.
We shone in Thy mercy, shielded from disgrace
We lifted our hands and you gave us a warm embrace;
You changed our name to Majiyagbe
Abi...Many storms had gone by,and people
had become eni igbagbe
But you caused our hearts to sing like a Nightingale....
Amidst turbulent waters our ship continues to sail!
Biiznillah! Alhamdulillah!
Abi - A Dedication
There’s only on story I’m likely to read
It’s about this boy, who planted a seed
It sprouted so high, to Heaven proceed
And filled out the skies, from Earth’s precious feed.
If I could perform just one glorious deed,
A seed in your heart, my life’s dearest need.
There’s only one person I’ll always turn to
To colour my life - yet never feel blue
It’s Abi for me, no other will do
Cos when I am sad, I’m still happy for you.
Although you may think these feelings untrue
I surely feel glee - and ‘Abiness’ too!
There’s only one place that I’d love us to be
One day, my dear Abi, I’ll take you to see
Maybe you’ll like it…or love it: Maybe..
Perhaps you’ll loathe it, but find you love me.
Well, dreams can come true, and hope comes for free
Our names shall be etched - at ‘Westminster’, Abi!
(The Fg 81.5.8)
I don take my eye look every
mata
come conclude sey life no
make sense
to sense
those wey dey **** for house
no sabi
read even those wey dey
feed
the children na olodo
If person no know him
purpose for life
e no better sey him ask baba
wey dey
for up?
but wait make I ask
wetin I dey try talk self
You sure sey this no be
madness?
I here sey church people
madness dey start
from clapping but this one na
writing
I dey write abi this one na
madness too?
I get questions wey I wan ask
why ebi say na armed
robbers no dey
dey armed again and criminals
no dey commit crimes ?
Why Abacha no gree accept
the woman
wey give her abacha?
Why police like to dey arrest
guys wey dey
sell cocumba for Balumba?
Why ebi sey if dey cure
madman
him go still they talk nonsense?
“Wait! Wait!! Wait now Driver !!!
Your passengers still dey down
Which kain Driver be dis sef?
Those ladies never enter abi?”
Passengers stood up echoing angrily
Some hitting hard at the snail-like Marcoppolo
Alas! The man behind the wheel paused.
The left passengers rushed in
All ranging with anger
Alhaja’s fury got to the crescendo
She was fell twice before hooking up
To the cat-walking moving house.
Pacing up and down inside it
The man still raining abuses on all we
And the one who conducts him joined
The Alhajas, they harassed to our chagrin.
Unto the ears of the Boss of the Man
Behind the wheel she beckons
“ He must pay dearly for this”
She echoes, trying not to sob.
At the very park of the vehicle in Zaria
The Alhajis . . . we and others complained
That a slow mad man was wheeling our lives
We want him no more to wheel our lives
There comes the change of the Driver
As we all laughed and giggled to Kaduna.
Alayande Stephen. T
7.30pm
21st of July, 2006
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