Reprimanded Politics

Reprimanded law
Inevitable death by the chain saw
Detriment of Politics that we all saw

The race of the elites
Spoils of war is the youths
Voters mishaps that led to twenty three

We remain appreciative of the good
The journey of destiny however remains on your feet
Crys of the crying in search for whom to lead

Nigeria the home of the poorest and World class elite
The most illiterate and holder of the world highest IQ
The dump yard of disease and best doctors to ever exist.

A paper on its own cannot form a book
Collectively in unity can we only achieve
The goal has shifted from becoming rich to having the simple freedom to just exist

Dehumanised humanity for the living
Slimmer than a niddle is our chances
Yet we war to put food on our slave masters dinning

The race for throne is creeping closely
Yet we remain obtuse to the fact of reality
Older they get with the same voice of familiarity

Reprimanded law of Politics
Inevitable death by the result we sought
Determinants of our politics should not be in blood

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Covid Riddle

I am Riddle 

I was Born to distract you 

A knowledge made to mis-track you 

A foresight to miss guide you 

 

Make you love me unconditionally 

At the same time hate me wholeheartedly 

I am fictitious so you cannot see me 

 

Swift like the river on a quiet evening 

Bright like the wind, if you envision me 

Mighty and strong like the jungle that raised me

 

1,2,3 you cannot count me

I am a king and queen, you cannot stereotype me 

Dead and alive so you cannot kill me

 

I was born and I became strong 

I was forged as someone’s vision 

I was born with that vision 

 

I can fly, I can swim 

I can climb, up and down like a stream 

I can laugh, I can sing, a poetry I seem 

 

I go black when it’s dark 

I go bright when every where is light 

In hindsight, I created to control your mind 

 

My Purpose remains a mystery

My impact shall never be forgotten in history

My sins are not mine but yours to reveal

 

Riddle me and rid you of me

My name is Covid

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COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2020.

Poeticverse

There is always an irony to life 

The caterpillar needs to die to become a butterfly

It transforms from a snailly form of eww!

To a wingy form of Awww!

 

The Irony that remains 

Is for the soul that never changed 

For your limited life where do you stand ?

Karma has an irony that visits when you become sand 

 

Search for your metaphor in poetic justice

Like a game of dice, it comes like your chances of double six

A satire in every win

Emotions but memory contains the heavy deeds

 

In this universe 

Poetry I see in every little thought

One come and go but life never stops

Karma is a bitch and it’s never her fault

 

Today patience lacks attitude

Mockery has become a self fulfilling fortitude 

An irony in every longitude and latitude 

Am I running from every long attitude that outlast my attitude ?

 

Karma does not allow one to cheat life

Such an irony even death cannot cheat life 

A short parody of life can be rolled in one dice

Unlike life, like the dice chances might come twice

 

I seek the poetry in this universe 

I see the Irony that is this universe 

Karma remains a bitch in every poetic parody

Thus, for the paradise in life, I claim my universe ‘The Poeticverse’

 

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The golden Charmer

Knighted child in golden armor

Mattered not should ye be son to a farmer

A lawyer, doctor or even a Governor

The circle of life never existed in only one harbour

Yet this reality can be manipulated by a charmer

 

Knighted child in golden armor

Life seemed flexible from every angle in the mirror

Once away from the shadows of leisure

One would find the storm had never been heavier

Ye had only been sheltered under the family umbrella

 

A tradition of cosset

Shielded from all obstacles from birth

Ye’s Kindred meant no harm but good

Little did they forget the jungle is made of different woods

Some might be hard, and some soft

Ones Texture dictates the rationale behind his growth

 

A tradition of cosset

A facade to the feeble minded

A misplacement of value

Such tender a generation where trust weighs more than truth

A rooted foundation that warps our youth

 

Stories are told

Yet the truth remains to unfold

If the ultimate power is control

Then, a knighted child was only a means to a certain goal

How destructive a force yet attractive like gold

 

A knighted child in golden armor

Fell victim to the tradition of cosset

In plain sight is the absence of physical harm

While being ignorant to the notion of mental and emotional wants

To survive, the golden child needs to develop his personal charm

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.

One More Miles

When the road seems dark

and the storm begins to hound at you

thunder after thunder that forced your eyes to rain a drop or two

when all hope is by the edge 

the least of your pain is your head

when your life seems pointless 

it becomes very easy for you to lose your focus

 

Everything becomes personal

A little banter and you feel insulted 

the available ears doesn’t seem to listen 

so you become reckless and your attitude careless

You ponder about death but it is not an option

 

You start to think to yourself why life isn’t fair 

you somehow have the strength but the energy has disappeared 

the storm gets heavier and no one seems to care

you start to hope for light from any angle 

“You will get a different mind frame when you have been through the jungle”

 

Your stress turns into depression

A little misunderstanding turns into aggression 

you begin to lose all hopes on salvation

now your daily routine is just going through the motion

where every second of the day you are in your emotions

 

You should not count what you have lost

For counting will not alter your past

The future is unknown 

A reality that awaits to be foretold

Shall Ye keep Ye head high, Ye has one more mile to go

 

With patience comes perseverance 

but to begin with, your situation needs your wholehearted acceptance 

if whatever pain is temporary 

it is only right you strive relentless for your happiness

because this is your journey, and you have one more mile to go

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.

Reverie

I came alive at a dinner table

I had Food for Thought

I was feed till my brain coughed

Intellects to my right and left

Heaven on earth knowledge at spread

A buzz session that buzzed my mind

I found my brain in a virtual gym

Shedding off ignorant muscles

And replacing them with a patriotic hope

In a jungle filled with predators

And aliens that try to exploit us

A round table was enough

Enough to rid our minds of arrogance

Enough to facilitate our road map

Enough to spark a revolution for a lifetime

We might find ourselves at odds ideologically

However, it is said “he that knows, is he who knows he doesn’t know”

If he knows not, why keep knowing ?

We might find ourselves at odds physically

However, it is said “I can, I will”

If you can, why only stop at willing ?

A Force

I am a force that comes with force,
that is sent by A Force
I am a force, so do not force me

You do not know me but you feel me  
You do not always want me but you need me 
You might hate yet you might like me 
   
How I come about remains a mystery   
Those you claim to be smart, says false about me
You give me names yet no one asked me of mine 
   
I am always around but no one asks about me  
I am sometimes gentle and calm
my presence provides you with peace of mind
    
I can be a hurricane 
I can come as a tornado   
Yet, you need me to spark a romantic night
   
I am peaceful until you harm me  
You cannot deny the Climate Change
However ignorant you remain, I shall always remind you
   
You need me to survive  
Yet you destroy my means to survive   
“For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction”
    
I see you ridicule those fighting for me 
Yes, I am strong and mighty
but between us, only you could die
    
I can protect myself  
I could kill every living thing in a blink of an eye
but then, You need to be alive to learn your lessons
   
I am a force that comes with force
That is sent by A Force  
I am a force so do not force me
  
 
COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.

Tussle with Pressure

I know you are afraid of the stars 

I can see the depression right through your eyes

It has put you down and left you with scars 

I can see the pain as you blow the smokes through your cigar 

I could be your angel but this journey is for one 

I will be right here where you left me when all is set and done

I will always be there for you till the end 

whatever challenge, it could only shake us but never break us 

done are the days when a ‘say’ could come between us 

A bond this strong, ask zelda about ‘Doku tree’

No matter the load, I know you will break free

don’t listen to them, your struggles is my cup of tea

if I am the door then you are the key 

even when I am alone, you are with me 

However dangerous, the beauty of the ocean is something to see 

no matter the pain, I still see the smile in the frowns you put for me 

from the roots is where we build the branches to our family tree 

no matter the storm all we shed off is some leafs 

remember our dance moves when we hear the sound of the wind 

whatever the pressure, it could never get through our skin

Life experience has moulded us through what we have been 

life lessons we witness through every scene 

with time comes patience and whatever it is becomes history 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2018.

You

I know you think the source of my joy is you

I have been around and now I have you

I have tried not, never to neglect you

I have dug from deep down just to love you

I felt it in your heart every time I hug you

I see it in your eyes every time I’m with you

I sense it in your spirit every time I kiss you

Since day one I’ve tried never to doubt you

I don’t know how it is I wake and find you

I close my eyes and I dream you

I open my eyes and I see you

What…how….why is it always just you

I have seen the so called world beauties and they ain’t you

Even from far they cannot match you

They’ll play the game of statistics but their sum cannot add you

They could be canceled with only a fraction of you

Should it be a blessing for me to have you

The challenge of love has in-prisoned me and you

Should I escape I will escape with you

Should I be cured I will cure you

Should I fall it will always be for you

I look into the mirror and I love you

I look away and I miss you

I know both you and I are lucky to have you

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2018