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UNDER THE FATHER LAND
We serve under the father land
In huminity we render
Selfless services in cosmopolitanism
In peace-less and troubless downtown
We inhabit as national stuccoers
With the aids of the bourgeoisies
Starvation, annihiliationists and insurrectionists
Famish the proletariats
We serve under the father land
Where the national integration is but tribal
Our forerunners neither retire nor die
As their successors grow older
Anti crime commits crime in crimeless communities
Where we smell not the throne
Yet, we're the leaders of tomorrow
When our tomorrow is afflicted with sorrow
We serve under the father land
When we die in bloody combat
In pursuit of national unity
We receive superfluous medication after death
When the copy of a copy is off the tracks
Lingering to the land of no mean city
Oh! the Cross is too heavy
But we're the leaders of tomorrow
We serve under the farther land
When we're dichotomized, massacred
With our immaculate neoclassical ideologies
In racial milieu
We hike sheepishly in an unknown land
With vigorous expectations in future
But the future features fruitless flowers
Yet, we're still the leaders of tomorrow
We serve under the father land
When we diminish our trivial capital
In selfless services
To the in impoverishers
But the father denies the children's welfare
Shall we perpetuate these?
If right we must be
Then fatherless we must be
The cross will be the crown'd
Blind eyes shall see
The pyramid
Our tomorrow is but yesterday
When the skeletonic promises will be fulfill'd
then shall the leaders the youths be
Our precious blood shall be sav'd
The national combat must be dignified
(Opurum Precious: Nigeria)
Copyright © odiboyp 2016
I left you all day with fear
A wounded hear with a cruel blemish
Seeking for a healer
Tormented against strong will.
My whip welcomes you home all day
and scars on your body trembling
humiliation hasten by at the sight of you .
The sweat of your labour means nothing to me,.
How ever, a grave voice answer my call always
When ever i spring up in a new form
Bitter taste of freedom you see.
son i have done lots of wrong
But you tell me forget mother.
my Heart becomes black each time i see your smile
Your famish was banished by any enemy
by the flowing milk of your words
Sent anger to my stony heart.
Rest by you is an abomination
Always wanted you to be a goat, a battered chap,
But your blood are always crying for mercy
Each time i hit you on the ground.
Son of ***** i called you
But it makes you happier.
Wondered how i would hurt you more,
I called you a bastard
But it strengthened you .
At twelve i left you naked
Unclothed you walked about
I saw you sprawled on the ground in the hand of fever.
I left you with a fist punch.
The day i burnt you I thought you would die and leave me alone
However mercy came to rescue you.
love words sounds through your mouth
Hatred knocked it off.
and horrible wind swept off your voice.
as if men hung here unblown
NO one asked me about it.
Look at my heart crying
Your heart was broad and innocent
Colourful rainbow brightened your fears
Have you heard me wanted to sing and dance
a BEAUTIFUL SONG FOR YOU?
The funeral dancer have i joined
to bury you before yuor time.
But suddenly, the air cracked
And then i changed my bullet flashing fire against you
When i heard you say again forget mother after all i have done.
July 16 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 10-13
Key Verse – Proverbs 10:3 The Lord will not suffer the soul of the righteous to famish: but he casteth away the substance of the wicked.
FAITH IN GOD WHO FILLS OUR SOULS
God fills our souls with His salvation-blessedness
Surely rearing us up by His righteousness
Against provoking Him to anger by our sinfulness…
Now, we do what He commands through faith’s steadfastness.
God fills our souls with His abounding grace
Surely forgiving us of every confessed sin and its trace
Against neglecting prayer of wondrous ways…
Now, we humble before Him through faith’s trust all the days.
God fills our souls with His tender mercy
Surely granting us our needs in His generous consistency
Against complaining because of insufficiency…
Now, we seek Him always through faith’s persistency.
God fills our souls with His divine satisfaction
Surely providing us toward gratitude-action
Against undermining His gifts of spiritual function…
Now, we cleave to Him through faith’s determination.
God fills our souls with His heavenly contentment
Surely exhorting us for ministry-involvement
Against focusing on vain achievement…
Now, we work for Him through faith’s achievement.
God fills our souls with His enriching delight
Surely blessing us in walking in His light
Against being wayward toward failure-plight…
Now, we cling to Him through faith’s Scriptural fight.
God fills our souls with His wisdom-certainty
Surely teaching us Bible authority
Against entertaining doubts of deceiving falsity…
Now, we learn from Him, serving Him well through faith’s authority.
July 16, 2025
Dreaming
A king of once dreamed about cows, of which some were fat and others lean.
If you are like me, you often forget your dreams; but I suspect that we all at some point have dreams.
Some dreams are less controlled by us, and unfold while we are at ease and sleeping. Other dreams are aspirations and longings of the heart, desires to be accomplished and achieved.
This dream of mine, recorded nearly nine years ago, unremembered by me which type it was. My best guess would be that it was not a sleeping dream; but who besides God knows for sure? Anyway, I shall invite you into my world of a dream, and whether sleep or awake, it is most dear to me.
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In my dream, there were no more fearful screams, and parents did not hide their kids from murder scenes
The codes to nuclear bombs somehow vanished, People in Africa and Asia ceased to be famish,
and all crises, crimes, and wars were banished
The United Nations suddenly had no need for existence,
And all nations of the world experienced peaceful coexistence
The stock markets were no longer breeding grounds for greed
Wall Street and stock markets the world over operated under new creeds
People no longer practiced ‘all for self, and God for us all’.
It was all for all and all for God; and we all stood free and tall
That’s when the whole world began to recover from the fall
08132015 ( written 12122006)PS Contest, Dreams(poem about dreams)
by Royal Ninja
What is it intrigues one to know existence
Is it the thrive for life or living we endure
Famine of life as deadly as dark soul we live
Like book, covered words hidden inside beneath
Definition easy to read, trust no one
Life has no remote, only change can you do yourself
But your act, pain and sickness you kill with knowledge
With everything you do, side effects be tremendous
Is it we think we are, therefore we are not
The genius to smartness but yet we are so dumb
Our consequences are deadly no matter what we believe
We speak big words, no one understands ever
Word like court judge, guilty I find in ignorance
To think you are better the paper did not say
But only you succeeded to graduate, not top of class
But equal like all others before and after
Your brain no different, therefore you think
Famine of life, like decaying world we stay
We claim to help when in fact we do not know
Just another species, dead at the hands of man
Is starvation of the dream or one's stomach hungers
We fight the loosing battle to be the same
Each one different inside with the same struggle
Where money rules, what is it to have
That I have not but reality to face everyday
Where is freedom of life that I pay to live
To breath filthiest of scum's who reign
That only one day I be taken away to the heavens
Real or not, I just know I be free
Of the famine of life, my thirst as dry as desert
Where weeds, only growth to my older days
Famish, just another day I hunger in presence of mankind
BONJOUR, MA CHÉRIE!
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Val was a young French squirrel, a model quite chic
Who shopped at only high-end, fashion boutiques.
Clerks greeted her, “Bonjour, ma Chérie!
Vous avez l'air belle et aérée!”
“C'est vrai, mes peeps. Wearing Dior gives me a mystique.”
Val struck a pose, paparazzi's camera's flashed,
For being in the limelight she was unabashed.
With a slow turn and flick of her tail,
“You’ll find me trending 24/7, where ‘likes’ prevail!
Look how many followers on Insta I’ve amassed!”
But then the unthinkable happened~
A vile act, a digital fate that had Val saddened.
Poof! In an ‘instant,’ her ‘gram’ account vanished,
For which her digital famish could’nt be vanquished
“Oh woe is me! My heart can no longer be gladdened."
“Lord a mercy, you’ve been hacked!” her publicist did exclaim.
“Tell me, tell me! Who’s responsible for this digital pain?”
“Must ‘a been a hacktivist, a cyber punk perhaps.
Or….did you let your cyber protection app lapse?”
“Oh, no! Hastag #Bonjour,mypeeps, my digital claim to fame.”
*Note: "Instagram is an American photo and short-form video sharing social networking service owned by Meta Platforms. It allows users to upload media that can be edited with filters, be organized by hashtags, and be associated with a location via geographical tagging." (Source, Wikipedia)
Dislikes
Blow dislikes in the aired balloon
Soar high and high in firm alone
Space even will not greet you fool
Why are you behind in the childhood of noon?
Where were you born no one known?
All die in time faith is fun
Dawn awakes to see you’re gone
Evening awaits you to see in tomb.
Crawling hopes have been shone
Don’t find place even in moor to bloom
Shrink yourself in the hell soon
World has united to ditch you gloom.
Villain you are align your self
Mind your business in the black hole pace
Light years cannot glow you the way
Here will be happy when you are away.
No one escape are tuned to you
Land is barren wind is foiled
Water cannot irrigate, your brain is dead
Depth is low wherever you go.
Sometimes you cry in the moor, we hear
Your ghost is there to scare for dear
Hearts are barren to cultivate you here
Vanish from earth throttling the air.
Have arisen mind to shred your bile
This is the message to elope your vile
You are barred to appear in aeroplane air
Parliamentary house is now most dear.
Hotel and rail way are far from your access
In towns and cities you can’t famish
Come appear let us know your gist and dearth
Humanities have heart to understand your fear.
Civilisation wants to fructify all
We secure the earth for the laughter sure
Baptize yourself to save from fall
Why are you short with bomb and gall?
( Completely fiction not solid to hurt anyone. )
I want, what is to be
I want, what should happen
I need and want all that is around me
but i am starved
I am the hungry
I am in slaved
now with slavery's twin sister impoverished
and there brother famish
poverty is not just a life style
it is a life sentence
and my poisonous womb
has brought forth, the most unfortunate of souls
and i, too came from a sour enclave
with hold no life for me
but bore me by mistake
by some chance, should I be released
from my hell
my silky soft caramel hands
would embrace my golden brown face
and salty, warm tears '
would stream down
and moisten the seed of today
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The Poisonous Womb
I want, what is to be
I want, what should happen
I need and want all that is around me
but i am starved
I am the hungry
I am in slaved
now with slavery's twin sister impoverished
and there brother famish
poverty is not just a life style
it is a life sentence
and my poisonous womb
has brought forth, the most unfortunate of souls
and i, too came from a sour enclave
which holds no life for me
but bore me by mistake
by some chance, should I be released
from my hell
my silky soft caramel hands
would embrace my golden brown face
and salty, warm tears '
would stream down
and moisten the seeds (sons) of today
(fixed? 5-5-2017 fri)
Form:
Somehow you found yourself wide awake
Not lonely but unsure of what to do
Your other half is sound asleep and dreaming away
You yourself is far from sleepy
Your body is too energize from all the caffeines
You’re far from famish
Exercising isn’t your thing
Facebook became boring
Sudoku got tiresome
Nothing is good on TV but obnoxious fake news
Read all your books
Did all you house chores
Completed your last puzzle
Spent hours on poetry soup
And now... you’re laying on the recliner chair rocking away and staring up at the ceiling
Staring but unvisualized
Yes your mind is jam packed with thoughts
But what are they
Your legs are restless
Wiggling them toes
Pulling on your hair
Then switching to bite your nails
Seriously ~ gross
Sighing
Looking at the clock
It’s well after midnight
Oh yeah your mind blink and say oh time to sleep
Your eyes shut your mind down to NOT yet and blinking madly
Your mind sped off in black and white
And you continue to rock yourself on the recliner
And so the night goes on
Wiggling them toes
Pulling on the hair
Staring up away
Unnoticed of the approaching dawn
Somehow you managed to remember to turn the lights off
And everything went blank
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Goodnight my soupers
Form:
Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist
eager bard imbued
opal dream flotilla
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern perforce
taunt a hued vase
porcelain image fest
for staunch earthbound
soul’s cry parched
stricken migrant famish
sapphire plume ray
bounty veridical
pink chalk sketch
granule blush pots
pearl beam spur
to jumpy pilgrim
grey elephant garb
drifter’s lull prone
metre of skewed
and barren glib
dull tossed aside
rambles and brambles
from cerebral quartz
beige quirky quill
nose twitch petrichor
glacé smelt rain
lava veined fillip
fervent fetal floe
ignited indigo inkling
as noonday nuanced
glance en dash
away from orange
peel cloud skies
toward spring rush
urban junction fare
as founding cue
for zeitgeist driven
western world eden
brick red hydrants
fricative wet spray
dousing hoarse busker
charged by crazy
pavement stamp
stoic poet in situ
tumult, hubbub,
rumpus heightened
by brazen banter
silver coin wobble
on carrageen rim
of oyster pebbled
pool a mecca
for stanza stymied
lingerer who scouts
eclectic threshold
born of cumbersome
blight on ingenuity