Best Abi Poems
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)
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.
Dear Ewurade, For how long you go make we endure this pain?
Sacof eky33 since ma pastor tell me say make I just focus na you go make erain!!!!
Ma paddy Sly wedge ky33 den he no go fit take am anymore so he turn to cocaine.
The prayers Kwesi Fosu dey do, adey do same.
Buh as adey Ghana, yedee the whole day the only thing aget chop be sugar cane.
Kwesi call me den he dey chop shawarma for Spain.
So rydee me wey abi good boy, adey do what you dey want buh ano dey see top too then what adey gain?
You tell me say you get reason why everything dey happen wey rydee grandpa die who make I blame?
Aporsor sef no die. Ewurade, ein se he be insane.
The people dem dey claim say dem see you before nu dem really see you or dem just dey do am for the fame?
If God be name given to a supreme being, wey you be my father, my brother my friend, den why anor know your real name?
Dem say prayer be conversation, wey adey talk to you every day so why you no dey do same?
I never see you before, so excuse me to ask if you even know my name.
Despite all these doubts, I really dey believe you so adey beg please the plenty efforts amake in making sure I follow whatever you say, make you no make ebe in vain.
If ebi say ado something wey you bore plus me, adey beg ano go do am again.
Sacof one day one day, I know say you no go let me down.
You go make my blessings all dey pop for ma top like champagne.
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!
The nocturnal routine call started but I was certain
There is fire along the mountain, yet don’t know
If I should run or wait, get water and quench it
I insisted that she share her feelings with me
For I can be trusted or I cut off the day’s duty
She bogged at last, “it wasn’t you or anything”
Then, what?, who is it or what is it in your mind?”
“My spirit is no longer down with the relationship
As I was praying, I felt my spirit no longer agrees”
I got lost on phone for I wasn’t thinking straight
My feet became very cold, yet my body was all hot.
“What did you just say? “ “I’m sorry, you heard me”
Well, break it down, I need to know all, tell me
At least why you’re stopping this dream and fantasy now
I can’t get it myself, please, I am confused . . .
But I still want you to come over as planned
Sorry, so that I can be embarrassed by you abi? No
You just said your spirit was negative about it
I said what did the Lord say about us? Sorry, about me?
Did HE say that I wasn’t good for you or that I’m fake?
Please, I’m sorry, just stop it now or else will cry . . .
I am waiting if that will make it clearer to me, talk to me
“Please, just come over, so that we can talk it over, please”.
Two and half hours gone by on this new puzzle
Still find it very unbelievable, me again on phone?
Quitting another relationship with me on phone
Within six months interval, Lord! Why me again?
“Talk it over and declare the relationship as being over
Or talk it over and see the darkness era being declared over! “
I will go and see her, will not chicken out at this stage.
Alayande Stephen T.
Monday 19th November, 2007
4.56am
The tangle continues, IBK unveiling new gears.
“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
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
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?
“HERE LIES SHE”
“Mother of all mothers’
“Here lies she”
Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!” death whereth thy
Sting” methinks ye powerful.
But thy creator is over thee.
“Death be not proud”
cos, here lies the emblem of
love which ember that embrace
the embryo that embodies me.
Here lies the womb to the tomb
Here lies mother, on mother earth
By mother nature“ Death be not proud
Love dies when ome omit her soul
“Death be not proud”
Beauty of African Woman
Culture in African style
Brought up in African love
Respect “Here lies she”
Death ye thou are highest science
But am console in the creator
Cos, He created every thing
To him self.
“Here lies pacifist mother
I know she lies in His bosom
Cos, ye have no power over soul
“Mother of all mothers” thou have
Lived well, and made a happy end.
Here no man can remain, unless
Thou have not related with thy creator
“Mother of all mother”
“Here lies she”
REASONS OF WRITTEN
It is writing for my mother who died on 21/May 2006. When I saw the grave I could not hold the tears and I decided to write this for her.
PLACE OF WRITTEN
Written in igonigoni Abi L.G.A. Cross River State.
MESSAGE
1. That – death is not the only end
2. Thou it is the highest science
It is only God who can unravel death.
3. That a time will come when all
Will be called to heaven
4. Death has no power over the soul
Not
the dripping words from rotund cheeks
Or
the mesmerized audience in fashionable conferences
Not
the frantic letters pawned from sacred pages
Nor
the cowering force of conviction in hallowed institutes
Neither
the skewed statistics manufactured on swivelling chairs
Abi
omniscient,omnipresent hard-mini-traitors know me
Rather,
I am the brackish fluid in hunger gorged sockets
the menacing cloud in the orphans eyes
the rumblimg rage in growling bellies
the taut thread on diseased diaphragms
the bloodless taste of conquered cities
the shriek from stripped streets
the chaos from breadless tables and passionless beds
and the repugnant smell of decaying dreams
I AM POVERTY!
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.
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.
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.
A POET LAST WISH
Thou my day spent like,
The sun in sky.
Shined like a diamond in
The diaper,
My life thought pored out rays,
A solider thought about going
And not coming.
A king that has not been crowned
Ah! Ah!! Ah!!! It is only when
Its down you remember the sun.
I the creator of images from thought
The creator of symbolism from mind
The molder of life’s by my writing
The molder of conscience by images
If I could write my own part,
I will not be gotten
If I could see the days to come
I will be remember now, but late gotten
Tell my children, children, children, am a poet.
The hero that was note given
Part poet
I have not fought any war but
Human conscience
Now my heart heavy after
Death I am a hero
REASONS OF WRITING
It is written after reading biography of so many poets that it is only after dead that they are remember. So am saying that I should be remember when am alive or tell my children. It is the wish of a very body to know the extend in which he/she has contributed to life. It is also the wish of poet to be remember when they are still alive. Dedicated to all poets. Place of writing
Igonigoni in Abi Cross River State Nigeria.
MESSAGE
1. One importance is not always acknowledge until they are gone, A poet wants it to be turn aside to be acknowledge when still alive.
2. That they should be remember now and tell his children, children, children that he is a hero but he has not fought any war but conscience.