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MUSIC AND WORDS COMMUNITY

 We strive to create a community that balances the needs, safety and interests of poetry enthusiasts, music lovers and intellectuals. This group is simply a community to showcase your writing skills, be criticized and supported. You are allowed to post links to your works or simply paste here. Guiding Principles Be friendly, patient, and welcoming. Support a safe environment and help us to ensure that everyone follows these Rules. Be respectful: Not all of us will agree all the time, but disagreement is no excuse for poor behavior and poor manners. We might all experience some frustration now and then, but we cannot allow that frustration to turn into a personal attack. It’s important to remember that a community where people feel uncomfortable or threatened is not a productive one. Be careful in the words that you choose: Be kind to others. Do not insult or put down other participants. Harassment and other exclusionary behavior aren’t acceptable. Try to understand why we di

First Poetry and Awards Night

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This message goes to east and west, There´ll be a Poetry and Award night, To north and south and all the rest Wake your soul to a holy calm  delight   Exploring the african experience is our quest You want to be a part of it? Be my guest

NOVEMBER, 93

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​Twas like every November before it,  But this one came with an air of uncertainty, For the drums of celebrations had halted in may. When Owen celebrated his second birthday. Fate was finally smiling at  Evbareke Those around her had thought,  For indeed she, the child whose mother abandoned just nine months after her birth.  And left in the care of her sick father, Aged grand mother, And family members who cared less  For her existence. Had grown to become a beautiful girl,  Whose nature was fair, Like the back of a ripe  alimo  fruit Which falls bountifully in the Month of March.  She, the girl whose childhood  Was characterize by total neglect and Destitution had out of nothing found favour,  In the eyes of a decorated  soja  man. Fast forward to 1989. Her civil servant father died of an eerie Circumstance; a live fish was removed  From his stomach. Her life regained some sanity when The  soja  man married her, immediately after Her father's burial. He

THE MAN WHO ALWAYS SAYS TOMORROW

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He was always busy, serious and hardworking  Just like you.  He will get married to the love of his life Soon, just like you. The man whose dreams scared people away. Only a few knew him, just like you.  He thought his dreams will soon give birth Just like you. He would build a mansion for his parents  Just like you. Not today though, tomorrow is the perfect day to start,  he would say, just like you. He will build a home for his wife and kids  Just like you. Fantasies though, as he awaits the fate of morrow Just like you He was gifted, oh how his writings reduced  Brave men to tears, just like you He would pen down a novel that would win him the Nobel Prize tomorrow, Just like you. But he would wait for that uncircumcised Day  Just like you That an ovation will appease the skeleton of his dreams Just like you. And when things went contrary, he would blame the gods for his ill fate, just like you.  Because his tomorrow was never promised  just like you. He would sleep at night and

NigerBia

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While you fold hands Doing nothing. Acting indifferent to the current State of this nation. Remember That in wars no one is innocent, And in one way or another Everyone is a casualty. Take out time to think, Take out time to preach peace. Do not take sides regardles  For a synonym for victims is hopeless. Pray for Peace! Support Sanity and diplomacy! Fight against genocide. Pray for the country Nigeria And    ... Godwin Henry Osaigbovo (Pa Shakespeare) For  P S F ASHGREY

RELIGION IS NOT THE PROBLEM

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Nigerian National Unity There Are Only Two Tribes In Nigeria: rich and poor.  Tribalism is not our problem. Tribalism and religion are artificial problems created by selfish leaders for their own personal interest. There are only two major tribes in Nigeria. The Elites and the Masses. Once you make lots of money, you belong to the elite tribe. When you are a commoner or suffering, you belong to the tribe of the masses. If you are an elite, and you need more power, or elective position, you sow seeds of tribalism and religion among the masses, so as to sway their emotion for your personal victory. This happens at both the national and state level. Unfortunately, after the election when they have won and joined their “sworn enemies” to drink and party, the gullible masses continue to fight each other. ‎ Even smart people who belong to the masses, sometimes will sow seeds of tribalism and religion among the masses, and then the masses will carry them up until they belong t

FIND PEACE

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POSTED ON AUGUST 23, 2017                   Live a life Lend a hand Bend a kneel Cross your four with a one Speak your mind Listen before you talk Talk after you’ve listened Give and await no return Laugh with those who value your worth Cry with those that mourn When confuse, ask questions. So your life won’t be miserable For dying young is terrible. And when they ask you How you do it? Tell them you’ve found peace within! And remember to pray for guidance From a higher power. Pa Shakespeare  

IBUDE

IBUDE [COMFORT] Days numbered after day Muttered words we’ve had to say May our dreams begin today Even in rebellion through faith we pray That our burden be light so we will be no prey For the legacy, we leave most will lay  Life they say ‘is a race not relay And with a few words, the wise is may Whilst the foolish dismay Thus  We live in a time that is frail So we toil day through night that we do not fail But you Do not forget that it’s white that turns gray Go  Com and Fort that you go not astray  For with earthlings, not all Com and stay.  PA SHAKESPHEARE

saefpoem: 'ÉGHÉ [ "TIME" ]

saefpoem: 'ÉGHÉ [ "TIME" ] : With time,  The barren becomes pregnant,  With time,  The pregnant woman becomes a mother,  With time,  The mother become...

'ÉGHÉ [ "TIME" ]

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With time,  The barren becomes pregnant,  With time,  The pregnant woman becomes a mother,  With time,  The mother becomes a daughter,  With time,  The married woman becomes a widow,  With time,  The childless widow becomes an object of obscurity,  And weak pity.  With time, An heroes deed are told as stories, While great events become myths, And Once-Upon-A-Time.  For with time, Mountains metamorphose to sands,  Rivers turn farmlands,  And Hills reduce to slime.  And time, Frowns nor smiles on nothing, Neither does he give nor take something.  For only a fool boast with a dime.  Oh time,  You are so slow but yet too fast,  For our tomorrow only becomes yesterday,  Like the uncertain coloration of a lime.  Man is a slave to time,  As all men will answer to his call,  For the authority he exacts is divine,  Nothing happens without the consent of time.  The past is Time,  The present is Time The future is Time 

Beauty In Darkness

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THE CRIES OF OLA

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OBOSE

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Tell Freedom (The Black Souls)

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Sanity was dressed in filth And nobody recognized her. The long days and warm nights Sped along, chased one another, And were lost in time. And time, Men, and something within us Conspired against us and our innocence. The gloom of the land rushed on to meet us. Suddenly four white lads were about us. "I'll have these ones, " a  cucumber-headed lad said. "What's the matter?" We asked. "You're going to fight us," he said. "We fight fair," another said. "We don't want to fight," We said. "You'll fight!" said cucumber -head. Why?" "We want to kill you!" "What have we done," We cried "You're black," the third lad said. "Ready! "For this much all men know: Despite compromise, War, struggle, the Negro is not free”. The Negro is not free For we sow while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, ab

GRAMMAR MYTHS

Grammar can be tough. There are a lot of rules to follow, and a lot to wrap your head around. Some of the rules we learn in school, though, aren’t exactly accurate. While some function as helpful guidelines for style and form, other so-called ‘rules’ are inventions, or ‘superstitions,’ as the lexicographer Henry W. Fowler called them. Here are some common grammar myths: 1. You can’t end a sentence with a preposition Most of us learned in school that ending a sentence with a  preposition  was a mistake. This ‘rule,’ however, is misguided, dating from the 17 th  century, when several notable writers tried to codify English to fit more neatly with Latin grammar. Clearly, there are instances where attempting to avoid ending a sentence in a preposition results in a statement that is either over-formal or simply poor English. An over-formal example might be: ‘He told her that there was nothing  of  which to be frightened.’ An example of poor English (or Yoda English) might be: ‘P

saefpoem: LIVE FOR TWO

saefpoem: LIVE FOR TWO :                                        STORY                                #LIVE_FOR_TWO (Script 2)                                   ...

LIVE FOR TWO

                                       STORY                                #LIVE_FOR_TWO (Script 2)                                   {A true life story}     Smith stood for minutes, staring at the tall building with the inscription ‘cafeteria’. He was confident that he could finally find solace for his ego that had earlier been washed by Emerald’s raining abuses during their bummer encounter days earlier. And perhaps, he could relate with people who unlike Emerald, still had respect and regard for him. Yes, Ukeme and Paul who had their attention buried in the sumptuously looking plate of fufu and melon soup they had before them. Smith quickly walked to the waitress, got a bottle of coke and joined their table.     “Guess what guys…. I’ve finally broken the jackpot” Ukeme raised his brow to Smith’s direction, with his eyes still fixed on the food. “Don’t tell me Bet9ja finally paid you” Paul gave out a sarcastic laugh that displayed yellowish particles of melon st

FREEDOM

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While being forcefully driven to Kaya I pulled out a bante, Tried to take control of the  vehicle And was shot in the attempt. Why Because I refused to stay silent In the face of Tyranny, Injustice, Anarchy, And Dictatorship. Their remarks : A violent man meets a violent end ; The dramatist they say  over dramatizes Himself once too often.   And yet, I was an innocent man Fighting for survival and sanity. For in desperate times One resorts to desperate measures.  For all those who fought, died for the Freedom and Liberty we enjoy today.. PA SHAKESPEARE

IF JESUS KEPT A JOURNAL

If Jesus Kept a Journal Jesus Christ, 15 AD Today was a good day. I sneaked away to the cave and lit a bush on fire so I could communicate with my father. I’m not sure why I even bother telling Him things because He already knows them… I guess I just like hearing his voice. Today I asked Him if it would be alright for me to start practicing my miracles… AND HE SAID YES!!! XD He says I need a lot of practice before I go taking it public because nobody would believe I’m the son of God if I screwed one up. Also, I’m pretty sure he wants to preserve his reputation… so I started practicing on sheep. It’s a good thing shepherds are already so far away from towns because if people witnessed what I was doing to these sheep PETA would be at my doorstep in a matter of days. For those of you who don’t know, PETA is an organization created by Satan for animals because he thinks it hilarious that they should have a place in heaven, too. HA HA SATAN, very funny… So my first m

A MELANCHOLY SONG

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                                It's the month of her birth but she cannot feel glad, April; you are a melancholy song, Beautiful month but for some reasons she’s sad, Hiding her heart tho she’s ever strong. Trying to dig deep to what she feels inside, Her small ears had lost the feel of an angelic kiss, Gently she tucked herself away beside, Like only those who know how to control their emotions believe in bliss. Trapped in a strong complicated mental state to clear it, In the most abnormal way she lets out a cry, Saef comes along to lighten her spirit, Then she takes lots of vodka till she gets high. About her health she’s scared again, Plus she misses him and nothing helps, When you need help understanding, I’ll train you not to let out a yelp.                                   Saefhenryosas

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