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One Night Sleepover

ONE NIGHT SLEEPOVER
The embers of the fireplace glowed,
We were all alone in the forest 
spending a family vacation
 surrounded by big, shadowy trees 
and a river that never flowed.
At first, I acted as though 
I wasn’t scared at all,
For I know my parents 
will drive back after all.
We sat and played board game 
in front of the fireplace,
Which for days I’ve never touched nor carry, 
rather than to think of raise.
The wind outside had grown 
stronger and was whistling
around the house,
Blowing through the little cracks
 in the walls of our tent 
and climbing us to the bone.
I started to shiver, 
although I don’t think it was 
from the cold alone.
Suddenly, the idea of where we were , 
just all alone,
started to prey on my mind,
 causing fear.
I looked out of the window,
now,
I could see the limbs of trees flapping in the wind 
like ghostly arms.
I remembered how far down the road 
into the forest was,
We had traveled without even 
seeing another house.
‘I think am scared,’ I told myself,
Curiosity and fear started churning 
my imagination into terrible thoughts.
I remembered when I was younger, 
I used to be really afraid,
Especially after kids from school 
told me scary stories about what lurks out
 in the forest in the dark.
‘Let’s go to sleep,’ 
I told my little sister with a shaking voice.
I turned off the lights, and settled into the thick
 goose-down comforters of the loft floor.
Looking through the 
small window beside us,
I could see the tall trees of the forest,
The full moon hanged in the sky like a silvery disk.
I slept in silence for a while,
When suddenly,
 I heard something that made me rise 
my head with wide open eyes.
It was the sound of footsteps, 
a heavy footstep outside 
the timbers of our tent.
Panic clogged my mind,
I was too scared to say something.
I sat and waited 
for the sound to come again,
But I heard nothing,
Nothing but the moaning 
of the wind through the trees.
The sound of the footsteps came again,
But this time it was another
 side of the house.
I started to feel even sicker,
Every muscle in my body jumped 
when I heard the front door opened.
My blood ran cold, 
and I was suddenly afraid to move.
The footsteps were moving across 
the passage toward were 
my little sister and I were lying.
The room was filled with horrible silence,
Just the sound of the footsteps
 getting closer and closer,
I couldn’t say a word, neither my little sister,
I just scrunched down further under the comforter.
In my mind, I saw the scary man 
of an extraordinary size, 
coming toward us through the dark.
I began to shake so hard, 
when I heard the footsteps on the floor
 entering the room where we were.
I huddled my sister and I against the wall,
And I could hear the breathing of the beast, 
coming closer and closer to my skin,
I could feel its nearness.
The heat from his nostril 
made my skin feel feverish.
But suddenly, there was a light
 through the window of our tent,
It shone like a spot light,
And I could feel the heavy 
breathing quickly reversing.
The lights were from my father’s bus,
He had just saved us just in time.
I’m almost back to normal,
No more of the taunting of an animal.
Except at night,
During the full moon,
When I hear the sounds in the house,
I tried not to think about of what it would do when it caught me.
Then finally I found out when I woke up,
It was just a dream…

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Death

DEATH
Death is everyone’s enemy,
It separates couples, 
close friends and family.
Everyone fears it; 
it has no friend, nor sympathy,
For it only bites with might.
It is scary and cranky, 
No one can see it.
Death brings torture,
grief and injury,        
It brings great sadness 
And fills one with fury.
Death will be so easy if not for pain,
For with pain he makes his gain.
It fears no one,
Poor or rich, proud or humble,
Old nor young.
Death is no more visitor
In any household,
For no family had never experienced his hold.
It feeds and lives on flesh and blood,
And at the end leaves the person on his grave; 
All alone with his bones.

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Heartbeat of a Sleeping Giant

Heartbeat of a sleeping giant

In my mind, there is a boy who exist in
Chains.
Inside a cold, dark room of painful 
Solitude-- is where is heart would remain.
Behind these walls the sorrow is inevitable,
As relentless as the passage of time.
Mentalities corrupt and dark, brainwashed 
And hopelessly blind.

Prisons are packed with crowded spaces,
Lifers and guards with hallow faces.
Shackled hearts afraid of changes,
And weakened wills become complacent. 

Yet I maintain with patience,
Time can limit but shatter my will,
Strength blazed across my chest as solid as 
Penitentiary steel.
But silence speaks,
It tells me all I need to hear,
It confirms my believes and it promises
I have to fear.

It reminds me that without freedom,
I’m alone.
And these whitewashed walls 
Don’t make up for blackened souls.

I’ve given 95% of my boys
A handshake than a pound,
Before they were either locked down,
Or buried off in cemetery grounds.

What I’ve done is who I am,
But who I am is what I do now.
I won’t let up or cease to fight.
Just time I plan on doing it right.
And what’s right lies within me.

I’m learning to appreciate my struggle
For it would be hard to find the 
Joy of accomplishment without it.

We live and we learn.
We rise and we fall.
Like the heartbeat of a 
Sleeping giant, 
With bittersweet dreams.
Stay up, never down.

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Mother

MOTHERS
The cycle of life would have ceased to exist,
 if there were no mothers.
Hard working they are,
Good discipliners they are,
Doctors and caregivers they are.
Praises I give to all mothers 
through all their days,
They’ve raised and fed the world always.
Light they are to the darkness of life,
To husbands they’ve become good wives.
All mothers should be honored, 
and venerated,
For these days they have been daunted.
Husband or Wife? 
Yes!!  You can get another,
But you can’t get another mother.
So let’s know and show our gratitude,
And let their very reward be in multitude.

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Success

SUCCESS

I got it,
For I know I will have it.
I spent it, 
For I know I will make it.
I earned it,
For I know I deserve it.
I stuck it,
For I know I will never leave it.
I have made it,
And I know I mean it.

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Heartbeat of Delta State

HEARTBEAT OF DELTA STATE
The rain has fallen again,
The streets are isolated,
Everyone is filled with sadness.
Houses and shops have been abandoned,
Villages and towns have been inundated.
Bags and cargoes floats unsteadily,
Cars and buses are deeply buried 
deep into the water in a hazy manner.
People, animals, all are transported 
by little wooden vessels.
With no idea of when 
to take over their properties,
With no idea of where else to go.
The cities, their streets, 
houses and cars have being flooded,
Properties, expensive 
and extra expensive have been left over.
East Delta had been covered 
by the unmerciful ocean.
Precious lives were gone
 and more were at stake. 
Families and close friends- divided.
Farms with large crops- destroyed.
Hunger and thirsty, hugs my people with sadness,
 begging for aid.
Sickness and diseases fill people 
with sympathizing outcome.
A land of peace is now a land of disaster,
A land of Labor is now a land of turmoil.
May peace always reign,
May ignorance be neglected,
For the dying heartbeat of Delta.

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Morning Glory

MORNING GLORY

Feel the drop of the sweetness of the morning dew,
Feel the showers of the morning rain,
Hear the songs of beautiful birds,
Smell the scent of beautiful flowers,
Hear the songs of working mothers,
Hear the sound of the moving stream,
Feel the running animals in search of food,
Feel the walking footsteps of people,
Feel the cries of children,
Feel the laughter of playing children,
Feel the call of friends,
Feel the cold morning water.
All these are the glories of the morning.

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Love At First Sight

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

Praises I bestow on the day I met you,
With my expertise, 
I tried to defeat my timidness 
just to get to know you.
On my couch at night,
 I think of you.
On my dreams 
I take risk to search 
and be with you.
Oh, this is love from above,
You have filled me with might 
to fight for you my right.
I promise to love you till the shadows flee.
For you are so beautiful,
Your smile fills me with 
sweetness like a rich honey comb.
Love at first sight, that’s what they call it,
For you caught me on my first surprise.
And slowly you drift my heart away.
Whenever I set my eyes on you,
My thought is filled with happiness.
Oh, I wish I can have you.
So glad life will be.
Love is hard to resist my dear one,
Just let it fulfill its desires.
I am so lucky to see you, 
Oh may this love at first sight 
cease to grow cold.

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Tip-Pit

TIP-PIT

Tip pit life is full of strife, 
He took a knife and killed his wife,
He was weak so he couldn’t speak.
He ran to his house and took a stick of milk,
 but it was full of ink.
He ran and checked his time, 
but unfortunately it was nine,
And he had lost the fine 
he payed to get the line.
He drank some wine 
from the dine for it was mine.
Tears dropped from his eyes, 
for he was in fear that 
the neighbors will hear.
Tip pit is a nit,  
for he lit up his house with his fit.
The neighbors flew into rage 
and had him caged. 
Tip pit lost his happiness,
For he was now living 
In a cage filled with darkness.
Oh, how sad is Tip pit, 
for he has lost the tranquility he dreams of, 
Now he lives in a pit filled with shit.

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Goodnight

GOODNIGHT
My eyes are heavy, 
But my feet are steady.
My jobs are many,
But now they are stiffly.
The spirit is eager 
but the flesh is weak,
The night sleep has now grown to its peek.
‘Goodnight,’ caring sleep says,
Now I can see the stars.
‘Sweet dreams,’ the caring sleep says,
Your dear one waits for you
 in the bright night lights.
Tomorrow is another day,
A day that would open up your way.
‘So have a good rest,’ caring sleep says,
So tomorrow you can rise.
‘Goodnight, sweet dreams 
and have a goodnight rest,’ 
caring sleep says.