Fatal Glory
She used to be a queen in her dreams,
But had no option than to wake up to his screams,
She in her wildest nightmare was made jenny,
But then she had to succumb giving out many,
Always couldn’t withstand ‘Dracula’,
O tun ba de mo nu ‘Kula’,
She had to get used to ‘aluta’ of the spirit,
And on every wound, invited methylatedspirit.
Halleluiah, she got access to her pen-pal,
Got a pinch of happiness being his Val,
Shared with him her anxiety,
Got familiar with his generosity,
Made plans to revenge the death of her parent,
Wishing she could still obtain her patent,
With the help of her pen-pal and the no 1 profession,
Backed up by the versatile constitution,
Fighting so hard with McMonster Muna,
Never betrayed by the Val Obiekwe Muna,
Won the battle of survival,
After drinking from the ocean of revival,
At last still got to be the queen of her dreams,
And never woke up to his screams...
Chief Scribe Inspired Seed scripsit
ISOLATION
The loneliness I feel within,
Is like a burden,
Save me from this mystery,
And let it become History,
Deliver me from this stress,
So I can buttress,
You are my fortress,
And I am your mistress,
The hustle and bustle of life could seem frustrating,
While some could seem devastating
But at the end it could be worth celebrating.
Scribe Dunamis scripsit
Heart Burn
Out of the dark commotion of my heart doth pain spew
And for relief do I pray on the church pew
...my sins and transgressions are all but few
Although my strength will I always renew
But out of my whole being will I love you
...through rain and dew...
Scribe Czar scrip sit...
Nature Struggle
Why is all this difficulties approaching our sides?
Every moment, every second, every minute, every hour, every day,
We encounter one difficulties or the other
All citizens have planned to stop this deadly encounter,
This problem is just indeterminable,
Deadly encounter is decrementing our daily lives.
Meeting to alleviate this deadly encounter is just fleeting all time,
Due to our ignoble heart, we have to continue with oppressors.
Keep on trying in your voracious daily life,
One day your state of predicament will turn joyous.
Scribe Samtol scripsit
My Birth
On a Sunday Evening,
Months wagging in disbelief,
At my arrival,
Hours in the writing room,
Minutes in the theatre,
And I was out of that place,
Where different tubes and tubules,
Hung around another like branches,
All tied up to me,
Me, sweating profusely,
What on earth am I doing here?!
Trying to gain my freedom,
My sticky legs hit an opening,
I’m happy, it’s a passage
And out I come, forcing myself all the way
Free at last!
But still worse problems
All eyes on me, I’m angry
“Everyone close your eyes! I scream
They don’t hear me,
You all must be deaf!
What an intrusion on my privacy,
Yet they keep on laughing,
And everyone keep opening those white enamel-like squares
Though some are brown
Who are they anyway?
And what right have they over my...my...
Well my nudity
It’s all unfair and I’m angry; I frown
What the hell is wrong with everybody in here?
They all burst out laughing real hard
And murmuring things like ‘crying’, ‘oh baby’!
Oh my beautiful girl
Can you imagine?
I hissed and they, they started running around
“Get a napkin!” a man in white jacket calls out
Now I am certain that within these white walls,
Are people who are mentally derailing?
I fall asleep till the eighth day when I’m named
Scribe Nadine Green scripsit
The Phantom of Liberty...
With the oracle eye I peer into the picture
I see liberty of man in the picture
During men in a state of fixture
Into the alley of the vulture
Buried in a profound state of mind
The mance vision of freedom
In a self “Hamletiung” blind
Like an anciet tandoor
Go a way, you phantom of liberty
You heartlessly put in jail; Dedan kimathi
The beast devours us without sympathy
Turning our children into a non-entity
We stand; out of his cruel state
To retrieve the key of heaven’s gate
Into the world of real fate
Holding on with a hopeful heart: Not too late
Scribe Olayhemie scripsit
WHO CAN FIND THE VIRTUOUS ONE?
Who can find the virtuous one?
The one whose beauty is incomparable,
Who believes there is no insurmountable barrier?
Growing with an unstoppable designation for mildness,
Moving with a dependable consignation for uniqueness,
She, who desired the epitome of integrity.
She puts all her mind and body with gladness;
Fighting with zeal the gloomy haunts of sadness
She, who sings
and the morning stars blings,
Riding and hiding in the crest of the divine,
Her majesty, sets the oceans on its boundaries,
Nature has endowed her with many empowerment
By the power of the best deer and gazelle
She promised to stand for something;
So as to fall for nothing,
A frenzied babbling personality: She lacks
She keeps quiet: For her voice to be heard clearly.
You can call her name in the touch of greatness.
Her thoughts are filled with beautiful imagination,
Who dares, look down on her?
The sweet aroma of decency;
Sends; sharp arrows to the lousy heart,
Denying all forms of atrocities,
Who can find the virtuous one?
Scribe Integrity scripsit
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