Best Wey Poems
Sing tae me the auld sangs that ah learnt when a bairn,
Sitting at ma mithers knee hearin the lilting tunes,
Carrying me far awa in ma mind
Wurds o the land whaur ah live
An love aw the deys o ma life.
The auld sangs o Caledonia uv heroes ,fermers an unco ithers,
Auld yins wi tales tae tell o plooghmen wi ther hoarses
Running trecks in the fields
Ready fur seed hoping tae grow,
Berley,oats and wheat an aw.
O shepherds an ther dugs so clever an quick,
Chasing the yowes ower hill an glen,
Hardy people wummin an men,
Oot in a wethers hail,rain ur sna,
Lookin fur the yin that’s lost.
Auld sangs bring memories back pintin the wey tae gaw,
Daw we daur tae learn from them wisdom an aw,
Wi a sigh an a tear in oor een,
At the end o the year wi sentiment seen
Auld sangs agin lustily sung.
Andrew mcintyre 18 lanuary 2021.
?The way you dey enter my brain,
The way you dey burst my head,
Nobody don ever make me feel this way before…
Each time I dey with you,
E be like say make time no move.
Na only you this drum wey
Dey my chest dey beat for…
I don promise you before;
And I go still tell you again,
Even when tomorrow come,
Say na only you go occupy this space wey dey my heart.
Sometimes the sky no go clear,
And I know say I no go always dey around,
Because of one thing or the other.
No just worry yourself;
No let anything bother you,
Just know say I go always come rescue you from wherever I dey.
You always dey my mind,
No let anybody put sand for our garri,
Na only you be the person wey u go like carry go church
Phoenix the dawg
There in my yard is a dawg name
phoenix
One stubborn black *****
Easily identified by her signature hind
limp
Now, is not that she's without redeeming qualities
But that dawg no matter how you call har
she seems hard of hearing
While it well known that's a choice she is making
Cause the merest sound har ear perk,
she jump up and start barking
Phoenix the real mix I love to say
But jah know, dis dawg personify
the adjective play
I leave her sometimes under a mango
tree loosely chain
Where her kennel is to cover her when
it rain
A piece of work she is even when she is
on rein
Cause har mouth nuh cry quit, she get wey under mi van already and bite the wiring to
total disarray
Yet, phoenix is a unique dawg,
black as midnight with a face like a
happy smile....wg
As time dey go, people dey forget.
Friends dey go and enemy dey come,
I go still respect those people wey give us their tomorrow
So that me and you go fit live today.
I go always remember every hero
Wey don kick bucket.
I go keep them for inside my heart,
Because them go always get meaning to me.
Even though today, life dey filled with regrets…
Make we remember them,
Make we no forget them.
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.
Na im one day i carry my car commot for
house,
As i dey go na im i see one man dey shout.
'Stop there,stop there',he dey tell me,
Wetin concern me; i don go!
Na im wen i come dey come back
Na im kasala kon burst.
For morning,na only one man,
But now,you go think sey they import them.
Dey don block the road,
You go think sey na boko enter.
'MUS-317DM,stop!'; the same man shout,
'What's this?',for my mind i dey blow
grammer.
Na im the same man,show face.
Face wey be like prayer point.
You know how you dey pray for money na,
Na so the man dey shine face for me.
For my mind,'Allahu','Oh God',na
Im i dey talk.
Before i no am,the man don shadow me,
With kumo* before my glass.
'Ko ju ma ri bi gbogbo ara lo gun ee'
Na im i jejeli slow down for them.
'Where is your particular',the man dey shout,
As if sey,particular go do am.
I give im paritcular but he no gree,
Na then i no say 'to be a man is nor
enough'.
Na im i come start to beg,
The guy no gree oo,like sey we get beef.
Na later i come know wetin he want,
But seriously,i know get kpanyi for wallet.
My guy no believe oo,he even
Tell sey make i bring my A.T.M card,
If i no get cash for hand.
'Eeh!',na then i no sey the matter don red.
Wetin we dey talk?,he commot POS
From him pocket.
But,as omo agabandi,
I commot money give my 'padi padi'
Chai diaris God ooo.
c.2017
It's written in Nigerian Pidgin English.
A Top A Highland Hill
A top a windswept highland hill above Locheil land
Clansmen gathered roun and shook the princes haun
They raised the standard high cheered till they were hoarse
Followed the flying heron across the highland gorse.
A,wa tae London toon wi hopes held dear in heart
O pitting Cherlie oan a throne whaur he richtly belonged
Dreams o highland jacobites tae rule oor blessed laun
An nation free aw europes stifling haun.
As so aften happens dreams die oan a wrang move
And at Derby juist nor o London toon
It wiz decided that we would go forrat nae mair
So wi turned an heided hame wi hairts ower sair.
Goerdie boy sent his airmie chasin us
A the wey back to scotias verdant green
Up an doon , doon an up aw ower the place
Till at Drummossie moor we met them face to face.
Oor clans were weary and tired oot
But charged intae them none the less
Their guns ripped through oor ranks ripping us to shreds
We scattered , whit was left, to oor wee bit hill an glen
Cumberland , the butcher boy chased us yince again
Tae oor ancestral hames reducing them to ash
Murdered those who fought and lost and innocents alike
Even the auld yins infirm an ill still biding in their beds.
The craws they feasted well oan highland blood an guts
Plaids an kilts an a, were hidden in the straw
Oor prince he hid awa n,er tae return tae us
But were er we be wi toast him wi oor cups.
Andrew P McIntyre November 2011.
On a sunny afternoon in my country...
With the hope of receiving alert for the new minimum wage in my dreams
I decided to sleep knowing it was a sunny afternoon
Everything was hot and could not have been made cool no matter how many consumed ice creams
NEPA people even after privatization have refused to bring constant power supply
And so, I was left to swim in my salty sweat
You can imagine such a punishment for a young man trying to survive in a very hard economy of no sure employment opportunities
Except you know a person that knows a person wey sabi another person for that place
Like that was not enough within that space
Decided to take a stroll down the street
Just to get some sachets of sweet
Unfortunately the owner was just opening
And had to wait a whooping ten or more minutes for her to open her shop. Why?
There were more than eight solid padlocks to be unlocked for her shop to be opened in a country where all the security forces recruit on yearly basis
The afternoon was short but the experiences lasted longer than the roads being constructed in my lovely country
Just me satirically reflecting on a sunny afternoon in my country.
©ABSOL
Me- Agent Covid-19
(1)
Halt! Wey you think you going
Eh, Grenadian?
You ain’t hearing
You ain’t listening
You can’t see
What! You doh fraid me
I should stop making all this fuss
Because am just a little virus!
Covid-19.
(2)
Can’t you see that I control things?
That I have everybody on a string?
Me- this little virus
Invisible as invisible can be
You better don’t mess with me
I am evident everywhere
I dominate the atmosphere.
Me- Covid-19.
(3)
I can attack your respiratory system
And turn your life into total mayhem
I move faster than lighting, faster than 5G
I will mutilate every cell in your body
Doctors are perplexed
Trying to fit me into a novel context
I can wipe out this generation clean
Me- Super Covid- 19.
(4)
So if you know what’s good for you
Go back and obey the curfew
Practice proper hygiene
Impose a self -quarantine
And if you playing more dread
Ah killing you dead, dead, dead!
It would be a sad conclusion
When my tentacles launch their mortal invasion
Me- Operation Covid-19.
(5)
I control world economics
I manipulate minds and politics
Crashing stock markets
Shutting down supermarkets
Even the churches
Everyone is in my clutches
I even closed international borders
Yes, I am proxy for the future ‘order’
Me - Commander- Covid-19.
(6)
Watch politicians fumbling
Educators scrambling
Investors crumbling
Bosses bawling
Doctors, everybody on their knees
Begging God, “Please
Stop this thing!”
Covid-19.
(7)
Look! Just retreat
Go home, take a sit
Ponder on my capabilities
Reflect on your responsibilities
I guarantee, you will see
That my assignment is not only calamity
And don’t catch a fit
When you realize my tremendous benefits
Me- Little Covid-19.
(8)
See! Workers smiling
People resting
Children happy
They now have a family
That’s why I leave them alone
And send their parents home
The air is more refreshing
As pollution level keeps dropping
Me- Covid-19
(9)
Note though, that ultimately
My presence is quite timely
To set the prophetic stage
For a One World Sage
So no one can take me down
Before my assignment is done
He that has an ear
Let him hear
Be very aware of the vaccine
Me- Agent Covid-19.
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.
Mi Plead Di Blood (In Jamaican Creole)
Satan! Guwey! Mi plead di blood pon yu aready
A wey yu tink? Yu ano Freddy?
Mi no fraid a yu. My God sey, Him step pon yu head
So, wha yu tink? Yu dead! Yu dead! Yu dead!
Aready!
God sen Him Son, pon Calvary Him shed Him blood
An wid His word mi feet mi shod
Mi in a state of contentment
Becaas mi obey every commandment
Get laas Satan! Guwey!
MI, PLEAD, DI BLOOD!
PON YU!
I Plead The Blood (In Queen’s English)
Satan! Go away! I plead the blood on you already
What do you think? You are not Freddy?
I am not afraid of you. My God says, He stepped upon your head
So, What do you think? You’re dead! You’re dead! You’re dead!
Already
God sent His Son, on Calvary He shed His blood
And with His word my feet I’ve shod
I am in a state of contentment
Because I obey each commandment
Get lost Satan! Go away
I, PLEAD, THE BLOOD!
ON YOU!
He don tey
Ma guy he don tey
Wey monkey dey work
And baboon dey talk
Chai! No be today.
Make I tanda
Gidigba like Balogun Thunder
Drop some verse like vaseline
Put ugwu meta
And land ponmo like four
Untop dis mata.
No be today
He don tey
Wey money dey fly
From we country purse
Man pikin dey hungry
Man pikin dey angry.
Dem say money
Don turn bird
Our leaders dey sleep untop water bed
While we dey yawn untop pako bed.
Yesterday na inside soakaway
Today na inside water tank
Dem keep all dem money.
I tire for dis kontri
Agbero boys no dey gree,
Even dem omo onile own get degree.
And even danfo drivers dey sing song of lamentation
Inside police station.
Na which kain palava be this?
Dem say skool no be for all of us
Say make we try ignorance
But school self na one chance.
Professor na gramma
Even dem first class na crammer
To pass na big wahala.
I beg who be that
Wey talk say stealing no be corruption?
I beg who be that
Wey just commot kirikiri
Talk say him be joseph of our time?
I beg who be that
Wey kidnap so tey
we hear say him wan sue govament?
I beg who be that
Wey dey dance
Untop say him get thirdclass?
Dem don chop national cake
So tey dem no even wan remain beancake
I tire for this nation
I hope say dem go leave our ration.
Muyideen Ayinla ©2017
A Poem in Pidgin English
Me, ma na SARS
I sabi drop bars
My gun ready to blast
Any youth wey dey drive cars
If tattoos na your singlet
We go treat you like piglet
If you no gree cooperate
Omo, you go catch bullet.
Me ma na politician
If you check, I be magician
I dey "pight" my brand of "kwarapshen"
Play ball, I go give you admission.
My certificate na banza
My account balance na fire
If I like I go make yanga
Even next time I go still dey power.
Me ma na Naija
Our mumu don end here
Una plans go backfire
Na my generation go matter
Una vision dey our museum
And we ready to change our condition
Even if una kill small portion
We go still carry out our mission.
Lekki na the catalyst
We go use am minimize fatalities
We don learn all una tactics
And we have all the relevant statistics
Baba God na our confidence
Next election una go see our relevance
We dey ready- no more reluctance
2023 una go see proper sense.
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?
CHRONICLES OF OUR NATIONS SURMOUNTABLE PALAVA
Our currency mirrors my area
and the state of our beloved Nigeria;
Worthless. Hopeless but a resurgent oneness.
The government parastatals are clueless,
But it's still our nation, more or less.
Despite holding so much promises
and natural resources,
our government offices
are managed by corrupt forces
already carrying generational curses.
Currency summation doesn't give grand equation,
rags of time sneers our 'notes into liquidation.
Just as the 100 naira equals 2 gala,
our currency is dwarfed by the dollar,
We don tire fo all the kuru kere & kasala
wey, for this country, don cause plenty wahala.
But here we stand in hope like a faithful lover,
singing the Chronicles of our nation's surmountable palava.
#OnTheSpotPoetry #InspiredByTheImage #HundredNairaEqualsTwoGala #WorthlessNaira
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
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