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Violence

Voracious beasts I freely call them,
Indigenous or rather covenant leaders,
Observing our steps just to stab us behind,
Leaving us to suffer in peace,
Envying the poor man's meal,
Nuisances we turn before their eyes,
Certainly we made ourselves such
Educated fools!

Copyright © Poetic Babilo | Year Posted 2019



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Our Love

Our Love
Sometimes i wonder about the wonders of the world,
If our love was a breeze,it would be the kind acknowledged from Heaven,
If our love was a song,we the best nation can't compete,
If our love was a butterfly, ever specie must envy its beauty,
If our love was a piece of art,the world's best architect won't be able to sketch,
If our love was a diary,it would be bigger and more fun than Jenifa's diary,
If our love was a hurricane, it will definitely be Hurricane Maria,
If our love was a mafia,it would be known all over the globe,
If our love was rain,it will rain ice every day,
If our love was a person,it would be no one but me,
If our love was temperature, it would be a mixture of cold and hot,
If our love was a disease,it would be the uncurable Love syndrome,
If our love was me,i will always choose you,
If only my words can describe our love,then Oxford dictionary will seek my advice,
But our love isn't any of these,
Our love is an undescribed feeling,
Our love is filled up wit adventures, trust,honesty,integrity, mention them all,
I am always speechless when i think of u,
I seriously can't describe u to anyone because the words i use will be ashamed of the belittlement.
This is our love,
Nothing but a blossom of happiness filled with acceptance and trust,with one destination to reach its peak of glory.
Much love.

Copyright © Poetic Babilo | Year Posted 2018

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Her Attitude

The way she spoke elegant indeed,
Spears of truth too hard to believe,
Then words of hers won't be melting,
Too blinded I was to see.

Spears of truth too hard to believe,
Her teeth bright like my heart's star,
Too blinded I was to see,
Fake sympathy she was covered in.

Her teeth bright like my heart's star,
If only I knew my heart had no star,
Fake sympathy she was covered in,
I would have learnt to walk alone,

If only I knew my heart had no star,
Then words of hers won't be melting,
I would have learnt to walk alone,
The way she spoke elegant indeed.

Copyright © Poetic Babilo | Year Posted 2019

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The Boy Who Cried German

*The Boy Who cried German*

  Although Ikeh was as nervous as ever he still gathered a little guts to address those sluts. He always did walk around in a jumpsuit like that suitor who visits Bisi everyday. His Igbo accent flourished with pidgin diminishes his English when ever he spoke giving room for the linguist in our school to use as a case study when talking of mother tongue nonsense.
   His fanta face and coca-cola leg mama Nkechi describes as a factory error of the producers of caro white. That bow leg of his Malam Audu mai shayi laughs at privately but still hails him as the next Ahmad Musa. Even the father of raggae Bob Marley would have given him an award if still breathing, he always allowed the brown village dust to cover it giving room for lace n dandruff. What of his lips? Forget about its tattered looks, the village girls gossip saying his girlfriend must be crazy to kiss those, its huge structure like the camels in the movie "The Mummy"
   Yes! His girlfriend Franklin 
Only God knows where she got that name from. By birth her mama n papa called her Omoshewa Ajoke Babatunde but ever since she visited the city on her arrival changing everything concerning her heritage but that fool forgot to remove her Yoruba tongue always putting a "H" in place of an "A" she loudly calls "Abigail" "Habigail" or "Again" as " Hegain"
A perfect with him.
   Alas! 
He dressed in an America suit trying to adjust the tie he never wore, his huge feet in a rubber sandals trying to have mutual understanding with the rough village sands using his handkerchief to wipe the excess dust the white men vehicles left behind. His nose like the back of papa Michael 190 showcasing his mighty nostrils like the twins well beside Adaobi's house. He waved at the passersby to show he just brushed his brown dirty teeth.
   Now in the podium I sighted Ikeh talking with Albert the German. The microphone was now handed to him
"Oh Lord" I said closing my eyes because I know he will make a mess of the presentation bringing room to the downgrading of our village. Then in seconds my heart sank on hearing his German English. The crowd in amusement
*So Ikeh can speak English fluently?*

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Cauliflower

Soft,gentle and sweet all day,
You make me always want to pray,
For taught like yours no one can pay,
You are nothing but my Cauliflower.

Everybody queuing up to see your face,
But i will never let them touch you with their hands full of lace,
For taught of you makes me want to dance,
You are indeed my Cauliflower.

You are mingling in my taught,
People tried but you cannot be caught,
For a heart like yours cannot be bought,
You are my treasured Cauliflower.

A heart like yours all covered with affection,
Not even a bad seed of rejection,
For those who envy would be struck with an injection,
My darling Cauliflower.

You are welcome to tour my heart,
But beware you won't find anything but your art,
I have done my part,
Nothing can change because you are my Cauliflower.
 
Smiles of my Cauliflower kill,
Height of my Cauliflower like a hill,
Let me keep calm and stay still,
For no one can replace my Cauliflower.
MY CAULIFLOWER

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Crawling Mothers

I feel sad when i see you the same,
For decades you remain lame,
It is indeed a pity or late blame,
But i just pray you shouldn't go the way you came.

Many mock my abilities and call me names,
But no one knows what i feel deep down,
Just like how the sun rise,the dawn shall dawn,
Till then let me continue to mourn as a crawling mother.

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Her Son

Plasted with gold and silver he is,
But we hardly wear expensive attires,
Washed with a hand full of detergents,
But we are never called gents,
Why because he is her SON.
He is treated with loyalty,
We are not even looked upon as royalty,
He got everything at his finger tips,
But we don't even have gloss to feed our hungry lips,
Why because he is her SON
He is more than a king,
But we fight like wrestlers in a ring,
He is followed upon for safety,
This load is indeed hefty
For only because he is her SON.

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Love and Deceit

Sometimes I get scared and lonely,
  When I think about love and deceit,
  What has this poor world turned to,
  Rather,what are people made of.

Love oh Love,the breeze that never seize,
  That glow that obscure even the tiny creatures,
  Now I know why my heart double beat,
  For love is in and within.

Deceit oh Deceit,the fire without fire,
  That failed promise that turns everyone blind,
  Now I know why my heart double beat,
  For deceit is in and within.

Wait and cross-check for what you did must be done,
  You will see the outcome ,
  For the past never past without the past,
  Whether love or deceit.

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A World Without Illiterates

Oh imagine what a world without illiterate be?
  Go deep into thinking and see what a disastrous word,
  Where no one is below another,
  What a world it would be!

A world where the saddle saddler awaits saddling,
  A lake that no longer abound with fish,
  What a world it would be,
  A world where abracadabra now exists.

Should we all abscond from its disaster,
  Or should we be absent-minded 
  A place where they are acolytic leaders,
  What a world it would be.

When it comes we must be called in the ad hoc meeting,
  For no one can sell,buy and use
  For a world without illiterates isn't one,
  More disastrous than mere bomb.

No one can boss his boss for that's buzzing,
  But every boss can re-boss his juniors
  For that's how a world with illiterate revolves
 Everyone needs them to survive

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Greatest

The greatest climber I have ever seen,
  The architect of my happiness,
  Never will I watch your confidence lean,
  For you keyed my success.

Day and night I bitterly cry,
  For I want to see you proud,
  This isn't one of those lie,
  But this true intention I can say loud.

You straight me up when I fall,
  Never wanna see me lost,
  Yes I stood up tall,
  Only I know your struggle's cost.

Thought me to be alone,
  Even in the lonely days,
  For that really helped,
  For now I can ace.

Have no words for gratitude,
  But thee future shall tell,
  That sweet sound shall PREVAIL,
  For only HE can help.

When THEY open their wide mouth to laugh,
  Then THEY shall see our wrath,
  THEY would be nothing but walking corpse,
  When THEY see us PREVAIL.

Only you know me best,
  Nobody can but you know my fears,
  For I lived all years in your nest,
  I will wipe your tears.

That day will show,
  I will be there,
  To speak the tale of the low,
  I will be there.

This is nobodys' but yours,
  For you are the key,
  You made me complete,
  You deserve it all for I must see to you .
All thanks to you MAMA

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