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

I can't eat cake and have pancakes

I wished that all was as I'd loved it to be
life is not fair, so why should it care
I can't eat cake and also have pancake
They are both made from flour and sweet too

WORDS UNTOLD..My entry for poet of G+

I just joined a community on google+ called the poets of G+ and I must say that there are fantastic cool poets there. if you are a poet, I think you should join a community. There are many friends to meet. Imagine if I had friends in every part /city in the world, that way I'd never have to pay for accommodation, meaning more more to shop.( its the Nigerian in me that loves Oshofree)

We were given a picture and asked to write a piece. what you shall read below is my entry.
P.s I made a friend already.
P.P.S; don't be like me and join for selfish reasons

Circles, round in circles it flows

Deeper and deeper I go

Sucked in and tossed where ever the wind blows

I have no say, this isn’t my day

I’m just a piece in the mosaic of separate entity

bonded by this tornado sweeping fleetingly

as my life swirls in company with it,

images of lost ones championing the cause

making me wish I could rewind or pause

then take back my words, setting the record straight

that I would be a better creature and embrace change

but if I pass away to the land of no return

know that I wish and yearn

to get back those lost times I never said “I love you”.

Lights, Camera..This @$#& must go Viral

Am I be allowed to use the S word? Cos I’ve searched through many plethora of vocab and nothing fits. so my excuse is " I’m allowed one cuss word a day" (doctor’s order).

People, what is wrong with us. This viral disease is eating through our membrane and we seem to have lost our senses alongside. People with 3310 wouldn’t want to feel left out, trust them to whip their phones out like… tananantana

Okay, I remember when we were young, we had Ten-Ten, Suwe and we were more than happy. To say we were sated will be to paint a picture of a child licking lollipop in contentment. One could bag the Ten-Ten champion. If it was possible, your feet would be insured and you are sure to be amongst the cool crowd, just cos you could play ten-ten like a pro. I wished we could have a tournament for these games. (Now, I’m getting ahead of myself).

Now it seems like we have lost our youth, fostering lingering friendship has been lost and I know that this topic has been over flogged and it pleads for mercy. ejo efimile ahn (leave me alone na)

The reign of smartphones is supreme and nothing can take its place. (Or so it seems). We have all become citizen journalist. When we take picture we only think...” This shit must go viral”. The Ellen selfie spoilt it all and trust naija and copycopy.” How can this gay woman get all the attention while we straight people sulk and scream at the number of retweets”.

well..if this shit doesn't go viral, what else will? by fire by force!!!

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D.O

There will come a time when you just want to give in

and no, I don’t mean close shop

cos pepper nor dey shade and garri nor dey to chop

not about you eyeing the rat poison “made in Korea”

like it was the next best thing after… otapiapia.

Don’t even go thinking I mean the rope dangling

from the fan waiting to be put to good use

like the thang between the man's leg about to abuse.

Giving in, isn’t always about giving up one’s life....Literally

nor is it about wanting badly to die...metaphorically

or putting your hands on your head and screaming "Chai!!

"I wan Kpia, I nor do again, no be by force"

Well...I’m gonna say it again and again till my voice sound hoarse…ky

It’s a reaction and if not careful, spreads like a virus

Shutting off your immunity, that you may never be seen as desirous

Your white blood cells can’t heal the injuries and bruises

Your lungs have been clogged by the smoke of other’s

telling you what to do and how to do what to do like they know

how to do what to do when to do…Did y’all get that?

cos I sure don’t know why you’d want to listen to them

that don’t even know when to do the do they tell others to do

even if the do slaps them in the face.

And so you give up your very essence and give in to their pretence.

Like a controlled puppet, lemme leave you with this nugget

Do the do how and when you feel like the do should be do..ne

Cos you are the DO….the director of operations of your life

So take control and be the DO.

what did I just Do?

Lately, I have been doing things spontaneously, not giving my cerebrum the chance; not even a window to process anything. I just act and maybe think later, this has gotten me into some pretty tight spot with no room to wriggle out. The other day, I sent a mail to a prospective employer with so much gusto that the reply really irked me and just like that, I sent a reply and hit the send button without proofreading. I knew that if I did that, I would lose my liver and trash the mail. yea..I just apologised to him, well safe to say that I did beg to be forgiven.

Lessons learnt?

 It's okay to dive in or better yet plunge head first but sometimes it would be wise to put a toe in to test the temperature. This way, you don't drown in an ocean of trouble.