1,000 poems from 1,000 poets. Poetry is...

Poetry is music,

Words dancing to the rhythm of the ball point

doing the moon walk across the white paper

courting the sheets unabashed like the finger that grips the pen.

Poetry is a defibrillator

Jolts the uncaring heart back to awareness

giving life to the voice that’s gone dead

to the travails of the innocents.

Poetry is a matchmaker

Binds reality to the imagination in nuptial bliss

exchanging vows with rings of similes and metaphors

making a blushing bride of the poet as the ovation sing loud.

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Something on my mind

I'm social phobic, I suffer from the fear of getting lost in the clutter of media platforms, so I stick to the ones that have friendly user interface. Facebook trumps all and that's where you can catch me rambling, complaining, celebrating, being exasperating, and sometimes jabbing and poking (not what you think).

You know before you post something, he ( Facebook has a name;zack) asks you this question "what's on your mind". I should probably come out now and say that I thought " This is the dumbest thing zack and his crew could have thought of" when I first saw it. Just like I thought Rihanna's umbrella was a waste of producer and sound engineer's time..but then it grew on me.

When I see this question, I pause and try to arrange my words in my head before I put them down in writing. For me it helps me be organised.. (an alien word in my lifestyle).

So today I went to Facebook to vent about the missing girls story that is synonymous to Jesus' story; it died during the world cup and has resurrected. I was railroaded by the question and was forced to organised my scattered thoughts. So I said to him, "of course I have something on my mind today zack, in fact I'd start a new blog with that title".

So people...This blog will be my own Facebook...cos it was inspired by zack , and I shall call it www.somethingonmymind.wordpress.com

Hope I can convert you guys to reading from me and not like I don't appreciate you guys that read from other parts of the continent, it'd be nice to hear your thoughts on any of the post. Common Guys! You can be anonymous and still be nice.

The Vows

In sickness

in health

for poorer

or in penury

even death won’t do us part

I'm sure you’d probably think the next line will be the beginning of a love story

but this is deeper than any root can bury

this isn't about Sally meets Harry

you know…the movie

well, I'm about to bust this joint so…sue me.

You’ve never really thought about it or should I say, you’ve never given it a thought

cos if you've...you’d know it’s like a marriage

yea, two sticking together despite all the miscarriage

bond stronger with each passing day

clasped tight in deathly embrace

knowing that the imprint…nothing can erase.

You see, the only fireworks that’ll go off will be in your heads by the time you realize that

this piece isn't about the sappy romance you read in books

but about the many homeless people you see in nooks…and (go on fill in the rest)

I guess you’ve been blown to pieces, so Rest.In.Peace.

I am not about to ask you to be sentimental

after all, these people wreak havoc that is detrimental

posing as street hawkers yet wield guns

breeding evil and growing to become cons

but I ask…who gave out their hands?

strangers at first meet, lovers at hello like

(Sing)” It’s been you I’ve been waiting for”/ and I wonder where you are/ and I wonder what you’ll do

yea! me too. I wonder too what you’ll do now that I’ve made you think about it

but first... Let’s talk about it.

You see…they come with a name tag

more often… trendy like a hashtag

homeless is the label

street is the designer fabric sewn to cover their nakedness

to cuddle and give warmth in times of loneliness

while robbing them of their childhood

making more profit in sales than their livelihood

that why bridges are the only befitting edifice in their hood.

my bad… or is living under the bridge not considered hood?.

Now that you know, what will you do if you could?

and I don’t mean the handouts we handout

for the sake of obeying the holy books

not caring if the cents will make 50 anyways

but then it would have been too late

cos street would have swept them off their feet, making sure they elope and recitals of vows

that goes like this:

In sickness

in health

for poorer

or in penury

even death will be mercy

Freebiemanic

I have been doing a lot of budget check and balance. I'm looking for a roof over my head and mehn...Landlords in Lagos are not frowning, they are the knights of gloom ( what this my two korokoro eye haven't seen). Since I'm on a budget, some things have to give and as a babe that loves to look sharp all day, err day, longer throat dey do me strong thing.

I want a car  jalope and I went on-line to check. Oh my gangster! I saw cars....but I had to remind myself; how I'd drink garri, trek to the island from the mainland and put a tag on my chest saying that I'm deaf and dumb when I run out of garri. I had to respect my old age and filter to the ones that fit my budget and also cover my shame a lil. 

But then fine things can like to chase fine people... hehehe