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Best Poems Written by Jimoh Hammed

Below are the all-time best Jimoh Hammed poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Bridal Sojurn

THE BRIDAL SOJOURN
Like an American spy I have always been looking around 
Wandering around the downtown
Not because of my lost goat 
Nor because of my missing boat
But obviously I am the to-be groom
Who has been left in the gloom
I have built a house with big rooms 
This has been a lone boon 
That I got from my age-long boom
As a to-be groom
I have searched all the pages in the books
And checked all cranny and nooks
In search of the damsel 
That would make my relatives dance well
Though I have not been assured
That her love would get me insured
Against adultery and lusty effrontery 
But I believe in fluke
That is why I won’t give up to a crook
And rather challenge her with a hook
I saw this template on Google 
And this really makes me giggle
Father didn’t stop to niggle
But I let them realize I’m nimble
To find my ravishing bride 
That has a picturesque dimple
That is devoid of pimple
And make me forget that I was single
Even if I can still mingle 
With ladies that are ostensible 
I know her thinking is plausible
And her reasons are tangible
To let them realize we are compatible
Because our union is defensible
JIMOH HAMMED OLAOLUWA

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A King Was Born

A KING WAS BORN
SO I WAS BORN
A LUNATIC WAS BORN
SO I WAS BORN
MANY PEOPLE ACCLAIM THAT THE RICHES ARE RICH
BECAUSE SO THEY WERE BORN
AND SOME ACCLAIM THAT THE POORS ARE POOR
BECAUSE SO THEY WERE BORN
BIRTHDAY SADDENS ME
BECAUSE THE WAY THE LUNATICS WERE BORN
SO I WAS BORN
THE AGE YOU ARE NOW
SO YOU WERE BORN
THE AGE YOU WILL BE
SO YOU WERE BORN


WHAT RENEWS AND REFRESH
IS WHAT HAVE DONE
AGE IS A STATIC METRE
BECAUSE SO YOU WERE BORN
THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES YOU A DON
IS WHAT YOU HAVE DONE
BE FAST TO DO IT
BEFORE YOU WILL BE BURNT

BECAUSE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN IS THE DAY YOU WILL BE BURNT

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Vituperations of An Oppressed Man

VITUPERATIONS OF AN OPPRESSED MAN
Heaven will not smile on your home
Neither will the sun rise in your dome
For you have crossed my zone
And indeed crushed my bone
You fed me with doom
Just because my land is rising in boom
For almost two hundred and ninety nine nights
And extended to this night
My sprouts have not seen a bright light
You forced me out of my comfort zone
And make my kids prisoner of conscience
And lynch them with weapon of science
You cart away my wives’ brocade
By using religion as façade
Hence carry out your gruesome carnage
You pounced on villagers with no exemption to town dwellers
My city is not safe
Neither is the dwellers saved
I cannot compete with you
Neither can I combat you
What I’m left with is to beg you
To leave my land now
For the night is near
And the nemesis is close
Because the stage is set
And you shall face the music

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A Dirge To My Old Semester

A Dirge to my Old Semester
I peregrinated to the land of my ancestors
When I heard you are sick
I never knew it was true
Until when Timtec pasted their diagnostic result
It was so sad that you are suffering from such an ailment
You suffered from senile dementia
Without sanctity from mild ailments
Mild ailments encoded with 101,201,301,401,501 and others
We tried helping you but we could not
Rather,we can only arrange a befitting home for you
So as to get you the befitting eternal home
Inever cease raising my voice unto the lord
From the morning of everyday
I make Nimbe Adedipe Library my abode
So that my semester would be happily lifted above
My sittingin the library would not have been so long
Onlyif I had the chance of attending classes
But who am I amidst transportation imbroglio
Who am I when my lecture halls can only accommodate 50% of us
Who am I when the projectors in my lecture halls will not project but rather reject the slide
Who am I when I use every day to download courseware on my computer system and I would not be able to access it due power instability
I don’t have choice
Yes I don’t have choice
Idon’t have choice
Rather than sit my ass for an unending period
To peruse my book lest I peruse failure
So that my semester would have a befitting end
Preparation is endless and so long
So as to be fortified before entering the strong room
Where my success is entangled to an object of artificial intelligence
Oh my GOD!
I have sacrificed enough for my deceased semester
So that it would be reborn
In the new flesh that bears the name ‘’second’’
And not in the flesh called carry-over
Oh my darling semester!
How I wish you send me a signal
That is distinct as ‘A’

And very excellent as ‘B’

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Oblivious Question

#“OBLIVIOS QUESTION”
Why do you because of corruption banish good governance from entering your passage?
Why do you choose to clad your mind with insincerity?
Why do you choose to lace your shoe with B.sc, B.agric, B.tech, HND, ND,NCE…and you still wear jacket of unemployment?
Why can we boast of 200000 armed personnel and our country cry over insecurity of lives?
Why do we claim to have the African best infantry and mubi residents are still restless?
Why do we have 6.3 billion youths that are educated and we cannot vote in the best crop of politicians?
There are answers to this rhetoric and even endless is the list
We should get it right
Yes we can get it right, only if you can believe in the potential living within you, I and your neighbor
We can get it right, if we can consult our inner mind for a good leader
We can get it right, if we can consolidate our plans by not giving in to toothless, cunning rogues of the political hell 
We can get it right, if we can confront injustice and impunity which will hence restore peace to the land #

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A Known Politician

A known politician
Like the bed bug, they bite
Anything that comes their sight
Without being given the right
They are well known for earning more than a stipend
But they always fend
More than what they would spend
Like the weevil, they bore hole
Into the nations credit zone
So that they could be financially mellow
Like the peripatetic soldier ant
They walk down our girls pant
Without having for them a penchant
Like the African wasp, they sting
The decent girls that shun their ping
Because they know they have for them no ring
Like the green mantis
They send insurgents
To kill and crush our people in a blitz-Krieg
And pretend in their political vicarage
As if they are unaware of the carnage
Like the golden eagle, they have carte blanche
To fly around the world and eat a la carte
Without remembering that one day the court will visit their case
Like kite, they go to greater height
Without remembering there would be a night
That every movement will come to halt
And that day they will be starved for nights
And they will be left to fight to right
To bite the carrion in sight

And beg for their death to set

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I Know Some People

I Know Some People
Through thick forest they always move
Amidst busy market they always stay
Ever busy streets they always trod
They don’t move alone
But always with a glittering glitter
Every blessed day they feel pleasure
But because of sympathy they are not happy
Even though they ought to be happy
They walk through town and gown
Just because they must impact
Mother of life is what they are
Mother of multitude is what they are
Mother of generations is what they are
Mother of impartation is what they are
They walk through dark and dead because of kids
They kiss mucus so that there kid would not kick bucket
They recollect and correct
So as to rebrand and repack
These people are the ones you kept awake with your cries
They are the ones you denied sleep just because you must snore

They are the mother of handsome kings and pretty queens

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Tribute To Our Miss

TRIBUTE TO OUR MISS’
For:
 No soul have you wronged
But:
 Your hope has been roped with offence
For:
 Your brain has been thinking of the rain, that would water your grain
But:
Now, your home has been drained and replaced with pain
For:
Your face was laced with gaze of race of fame
But:
Now replaced with fear and tear

For:
Mallam want you in dar’ salaam,
Aboki want you in Brooklyn 
Umul want you in Umuahia
But:	
Now through Sambisa
You are no more in sight
It is 365days that you have been dragged out 
And our eyes have since swell out
For:
Your vacuum was left out 
When air of the new season blew out 
Our  advice to you, is to try any luck to get out
Even if it is going to be through a FACE-OUT

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Emotional Thief

EMOTIONAL THIEF
I was told to hold her tight
So that both of us can stand right
And none of us will be out of sight
But because she promise to take me to the promise site
I made her a fertility rite
For I think I would be the knight
That would pass through her tights
After taking off her kilt
And be the father of her sprout
Oh my GOD
I have been hypnotize by the god
That lives right in the gourd
Who have left me with no guard
She made me seek refuge in hard drug
Because I didn’t have energy to jog
She makes me run helter-skelter
And even roll
In the unending emotional rig-marole
With rest only in the hell-hole
And make me forget the halcyon days of our tango
She use to be my rainbow
And my living fleshy potato
But now, she is out of sight
And I have been left to fight

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My King of Queens

In dream , you flashed your beauty 

In reality, i see your dimple 

Your eyes radiates babies, so pretty 

Your mouth sing songs of great melody 

Just tell me why you will escape 

With these qualities which made me numb 

through just facial rape

Queen, you will not escape

For I will curl you in my emotional cape