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Trump, the man
The mass media in Europe is as bad
as any mass media all over the world
also lazy and copy one another
and have in common a dislike of Trump
Sometimes, they take their cue
from the once-famous Guardian who
has a pathological hatred of Trump
snobbishly points out his liking for ties
the color and the lengths of this
menswear
They rage against his lies, which turn out
he spoke the truth when his enemies
told whoppers of the great magnitude
The fact that there was no war at his
the first presidency is overlooked or ignored
Those papers and their commentators
do not understand humor, and when he
was shot at and bloodied got up waved his
fist in defiance, no one had the grace
to call him courageous
His first act as president again will be
to stop the Ukraine war, expel illegal
and send them packing next will be
the Gaza problem, which he doesn't
talk about, but there will be a solution
Palestinians can live with and Have to
accept, thus the threat of a nuclear
will be over
If I could, I would vote for Trump he is
the dike that can stop the income tide
of an all-out war
As they leave,
They leave for us
Calabash full of sorrow and agony
They leave for men a plate of frustration
And desperation.
As they leave
They leave for women nothing
But cups of tears and fears
As they leave
They leave for old ones a basket
Full of fruits of ultimate death and shame
As they leave
They leave for workers a big bowl
Of empty promises, unpaid salaries
And incessant strike actions
As they leave
They leave for students a stabbed
And crippled students’ union,
Ramshackle and “Renopainted”
Halls of Residence
As they leave
They leave for our generation a loss compass
From which we can find and rediscover our
Moral values, valuable culture
Instincts of deliberative governance and
Leadership cum administrative acumen
As it is
We are living with fear of gbu-a-gbu-a
Of daylight gunshot of the emboldened to
Extort, encouraged to maim and induced to kill
Ultra-fascists campus cult groups commissioned
To crush all seeming oppositions
As is it
We are living with:-
Biochemists without reagents
Microbiologists without modern microscopes
Linguists without modern language laboratory
Computer students without
Being opportune to hold a mouse
Physiologists without bloodbank.
As it is
We are living with
Dike archaic books and non books materials
Students and staff basking in the euphoria
Of stone age and ancient facilities.
As it is
We are living in a garden that detest truth
Genuine intellectualism, dissent views and
Contrary opinions but rather nourishes in
Multi-colour ignorance, white lies,
Ever green concocted disortions,
Oceanic blu-i-sh sycophancy and reddish intolerance
Which is only reminiscences of the black jackboot
Days of the Abacha junta.
Alayande Stephen. T
20th,September,2005
6.00am
Form:
Lil mama in a Q50 infinity
Known to handle drama
Pulls up any vicinity
know a broad in a Amg
we hit the drive through theater
And we blow on trees
I know a hottie in a Beamer
She fiends for the d
Trying to have my baby
in a swooped up m3
Another shorty in a Tesla
Always smoking gas
Pulls up just to charge up
We loving in the back
Now I’m in a jag
This chick loves to brag
Ratchet ass hell
She ain’t got no class
Mama in a v dub
Fly mamasita
Use to be my dealer
Now she on flea
Cruising in a cooper
I’m with a fine cougar
Taught me a couple lessons
I call her my tutor
Freaky ass shorty in a
Honda accord
Open 24 she use to take me to store
If you see me in a corvette
You know she a war vet
Every time she pulls up
She meets me at my door step
I’m in a nine eleven
Clutching on her thighs
Mashing like the dash board
She texting with her man
Big body hellcat
But shorty was petite
Lets me take the steering wheel
While she gets in fleek
Lifted I’m in a tundra
A dike mutha lover
She pulls on all the females
I’m with her in the summer
When have you started to hate me?
When would you end to hate me?
When you see me, what are you see?
How many enemies you saved in your heart?
When would you think to delete those names or
take away on your shoulders.
What if I die now, will I remain in your heart as enemy?
Something important waiting outside,
Because your heart is full by useless things.
See how you overloaded.
That is why flooding from sweat is destroying everything belong to you. Because you let dike standing outside from your heart.
Remember, one day we will go before god thrown charge.
Remember enemy is a sin, god will unwrap all hearts.
poem by Munyai ndidzulafhi patric.
Now is raining.
Now am eating headbone and it also great sorrow.
As this rain is destroying this whole road.
Because on this road, there is no brige and dike.
That is why this water get angry.
Now i realised that is not about this is a cruel rain.
Am certaintly know that am a barbarious.
Why am i still keeping saying if, if wont work at all.
Why am i still thinking about, why i did not thought about before.
Why am i still making things matter wess.
Why am i not thinking about a solution.
I was using stick because i was blind.
Now am no longer be blind, so why am still using this stick?
So now i have a tongue, so i can feel all teste.
Now my eyes are open, no more use locust eyes.
I wont start a fresh, as no miracle can bring me back to be young again.
But now am certainly know that young had leant.
Because people called people by other people
That is why mistake called lesson.
Now i undertand that unpreparation life is disaster.
poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric
I have a headache, so today will not do.
I like you of course, through and through
But this headache is awful, you must have a clue
That I truly usually really really like you.
Okay, Sweet Kitty Moe, I will wait because you I like.
I will take a sweet ride on my motorbike.
But when I come back from Lavender’s Dike,
I need an answer to my proposal said Big Mike.
Kitty Miss called her feline friends and said, “Woe!”
Big Mike wants to marry me, but he’d see my big toe.
Just tell him what it looks like, said her cousin Joe.
Hide it under your bottom advised her Auntie Glow.
When he came back, she accepted his offer so fair.
But they always got busy when a light was not there.
She never wanted him to see her enormous big toe.
He was delighted, with his darling, Sweet Kitty Moe.
I scorn thee, Puberty! Damn thee as well,
Thou abominable herder of shame,
Will thou findeth glee by my told sarspell?
I beseech thee of ineffable name,
Rendereth thineself as quiet slain game,
For thine cruel ends be reached, let thine eyes droop,
Immortal Rite, meeteth Poetry Soup.
Forsaken specs findeth young Phillip (me),
He the first noble son born of Sir Mike,
That betrothed Diane, mother of he (me);
Neareth NASA lived they by Houston’s dike,
We plus two girl offsprings I still dislike;
Turneth back time to nineteen ninety five,
Thus now the setting as ocean, we dive.
I of ten years then plus three more years aged,
By mine mom’s woven hand rags yet adorned,
Draperies bindething spirits encaged,
Mine lot too ignorant still ‘be forlorned,
For two years would pass ‘fore Nike I yearned;
Looken now friends, at thine narrator’s dress,
Mine costumes for school were each mismatched mess.
And hath we not yet speaketh mine afro?
Then let us for humor’s saketh too laughs
For atop mine snow pale flesh did it grow!
It was beneath that nest mine brain did graphs
On one Tuesday morn; during sixth grade math,
Unbeknownst of a sneaking wretched pest:
That ineffably named prepubescent guest.
Still in present times remember I can’t,
What the hell kindled mine loins ablaze,
Yet fiery flames of embarrassment
Secretly smoldered through my brainy haze;
When mine teacher upon me called that I raise,
And thus stirred the scene I’ve oft reflected,
The moment I’ve chosen for my most embarrassing?
When in 6th grade math class I stood up…
…fully erected
Same thing just a different day
new chick same lil @$$ games
now I ain't saying no names
but I been wit a few good dames
and 99% of em was playing wit my emotional brain
no I don't think it's a shame I just feel ashamed
I'm true to myself and thats real talk to you
true to myself true to my God
true to my niggas true to this holy righteous cause
It takes a lot of balls for any woman or man
to cheat on any good man or woman
who's loving you unconditionally in their right bosom
the stats say all the good men are either
taken, dead, or in central booking
and all the good women literally
got their face in some dike chick pudding
but despite the situation I'm facing
love is what I'm still chasing
but I kinda ran outta breath
I gotta deep whole in my chest bout five to 6 stitches
in my left breast
but if I ever encounter a virtuous woman
she'll feel the fire in my heart
that burns for her whenever I cook it... That's My Word
Dike Alaa Mm?? (Maka Chukwuemeka Ike)
Izunna Okafor dere ab? a
Gém gém gém gém!
Dùm dùm dùm dùm
Tìkó tìkó tìkó tìkó
Gbám gbám dùm dùm.
Ùgbòrò ab?? ka òkù na-akp? dike
? kp?? ya na nd?, ? kp?? ya n'?nw?
Ihe emegh? n'ízù, o mee n'?nwa
Maka na isi gbàá ah?, chaa áw?,
Nwa onye ?wa ga-azar?r? chi ya òkù.
?z? t?? n'ili dike
?ha mm?? na ?ha mmad? an? ísì ozu ya
Maka na ? na-ab? ekwe k??
Àmà agbaa.
? b? g?n? na-af???
Oke mmiri àtáálá n'udummiri
Ihe mèrè na Nd?keli?nw?
Oke mmad? ebuláálá akw?kw?
Gìdì gìdì gìdì
Kotìko dùm dùm dùm
Cha?! íbo èzéé n'obí ézè
Ebubedike alaa mm??
G?n? ka a na-ekwubèd? ihe a?
Chukwuemeka Ike àpàchiela anya
Eze Ndikeli?nw? ejebego obodo af?dobe
Izùtè nd? mb? na nd? ègèdè n'?hà mm??.
Ihe emee n'obi eze
? na-ab? ézè az? kakp??
? si òsìmìrì l?ta
Onye ije alakwúrú chi ya.
Chukwuemeka b? dike ?b?r? nk?
?kaibe n'?h?a edemede
?kamm?ta nwere ùgwù
Cha?! eze obi umeala alakpuo ?ra.
Ihe ala rìrì àkár?á
Ya d?ba, maka na ?wa a b? ah?a
Onye z?cha nke ya, ? laba
Chukwuemeka Ike lad? mma.
Kókó kókó tìkó tìkó
Dùm dùm kótì
Eze, ka mkp?r? obi g? zùru ike udo
?b?ch? nkw? ka any? z?k?? ?z? n'?hà mm??
Onye ije lad? mma.
Put in the Punctuation
By Franklin Price
6/3/2015
Put in the punctuation
Wherever you would like
To pause the words and keep them
From overflowing your mind's dike
To organize your thinking
To better understand
The meaning of my poetry
Punctuation lacking is my brand
Meaning can change greatly
With Commas periods and such
The variety of what words say
With punctuation changes much
Let your mind run rampant
As you read my poetry
And if you need to punctuate
You may do it it is free
I leave these few words with you
Punctuate them as you will
A group of baboons a congress
As the men upon the hill