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Bulus Reuben Poem
Many
contestants;
great,
small,
experts,
novices.
Many
entries;
masterworks,
masterpieces,
chef d'
oeuvres,
magnum
opuses,doggorels.
Well
experienced
Judges
with
wonderful
tastes for
poetry,
Ready and
eager to
have my
lines
examined.
With my
blunt
pencil and
grandpa's
dictionary,
I worked
hard to
pen down
this
doggerel.
With my
grain of
faith I
thought it
could win
me a prize;
How
wrong i
was! Oh
what
vanity!
I should
have
known
this earlier,
This is a
contest i
just can't
win.
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Bulus Reuben Poem
Lying about like a flimsy
rag,
Which have had its
journey aided by the wind,
We daily watch the
games played by the
agents of nature,
That are always willing to
present before us a
puzzle.
The wind in its full force
mercilessly blows,
Away the leaves and
trashes that lie about.
The tree with its leaves
rejoices,
For the wind makes it
happy every blessed day.
The sun with its radiant
beam,
Gladly releases its rays to
warm our bodies and
houses.
Even our wet clothes
tends to applaud,
This grand sphere
made by divine hands.
The cries of divine beings,
The tears and sweats
from their immortal
bodies ,
Drops willing to wet our
dry north-east Nigeria,
Cruelly washing off our
humus and grains.
The dark brown earth that
gathered,
And were trodden by the
old and young gone
before;
The fields on which we
now grow our crops,
Were all droppings of
heavenly birds.
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Beam from a spherical body;
Formed by divine hands,
Travel down towards the earth
in rays;
Landing on men's thin lined
epidermis,
Exerting its strength on their
skins,
Thus, making them make
noises;
Ranging from shrieks to
screams.
In their screams, they cursed
the sun saying;
Oh Sun! May thou loose thy
brightness,
And may thy shape be lost; let
it be square.
Look at the scourge you have
given to us,
It has colored our light skins;
making it black.
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Men are still men, even if
they fail.
They may get wounded,
battered and shattered
By life's problems,
struggles and storms,
But they still remain men-
they cannot be women.
Life's challenges may mar
or deform them,
Still yet, they are men no
matter what happened.
They are great-all of em,
Though some may not
look it.
They all have potentials-
though many
undiscovered.
All in all, men are men
and nothing can change
that.
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Horns blowing; noise
everywhere,
Screeches of brakes,cars
trapped,
Drivers and car owners raining
abuses and slagging each
other off.
The warden waving his hands;
Stood in the middle of the
road,
Religiously performing his
duties.
Workers, traders,
teachers,students, everyone's
hurrying,
Each taking the slip road to
avoid been late.
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Like a stillborn child they slept;
Their good and evils they
couldn't do again.
In a place quiet, dark and
lonely,
Where even prisoners are as
free as kings.
Many hopeless people desire to
go there and live;
Those who are grieved; who
seek death.
The rich, the poor, the famous,
the wretched;
Those who prefer the grave to
any treasure.
They desire to go there;
A place with a mouth that
never closes;
Always open to recieve;
Always expanding to
accomodate-
The vast populace trooping in.
How I hate to go there,
The tombs stones and
engravings;
Oh! what a terrible sight!
Always, I pray earnestly,
Not to travel that to land.
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Today is
your day
and you are
wished the
best,
I hope you
celebrate
it,with a lot
of zest.
For today
though you
are a year
older,
Store away
your many
wishes,till
you grow
bolder.
So let the
drums toll
and horns
toot,
Now make a
wish for a lot
of loot.
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The cock
crows in
the
morning,
It doesn't
care who's
listening.
The
morning
breaks,
with the
sun
shining,
Not
regarding
whether
or not
men are
noticing.
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"A man will give up
everything
for his life,"
Said one man in a book I
once
read.
That man was married to
a
foolish and wicked wife,
Who desired that he
should
meet his end.
"Are you still holding on
to
your integrity?" She
asked.
"You are talking like a
foolish
woman." He replied.
For He was bedeviled
with
pains by a fiend;
Despite that, he didn't at
all
utter a single sinful word.
This man was also very
unfortunate and
wretched;
For he had three
unsympathetics for
friends.
"May the day of my birth
perish." He cursed;
Because no one could
heal his
pains, not even his
friends.
He cursed and cursed the
day
of his birth again,
That day: may it turn to
darkness,
And may God above not
care
about it again.
Upon it, let there be murk
and
blackness.
Oh! how terrible it was
for that
man.
Fame and fortune were
once
his friends,
But all things for him are
now
vain.
Foolish wife, lost wealth,
bad
health, unsympathetic
friends.
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I stand amazed...,
Watching,
Looking at you;
Can't you see me..
Behind those trees of tired
gaze,
Facing the high towered
edifice-
Having its abode in the land
suffused with evil?
Am amazed..
Don't ask me why,
Share not in my amazement
either...
I would rather spend it alone.
But ask yourself if you are not
worth this amazement...
And I will let you share my
cup of grief over evil.
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