The iSH Poem

Shoes like ship,

Shapes like sheep,

Sheets like shit,

Split like bedsheet,

Sheath like sheath,

Shine like the sunshine,

Be versatile

With a smile

On River Nile,

Be witty like Elorm Beenie!

Butter Spread

Pretty damsel

Come let's play in my dirty ghetto

Instead of hiring a hotel,

I'll use that money to buy you a gown

You can wear around town;

Shhhh....I don't want anybody to know

About this show

Till I finish feeding you this liquid flow,

Let's lay closest in my rickety bed bed,

Keep your limbs spread

And I'll teach you the game you always wanted,

It's called butter spread!

SOMETIMES...

Sometimes I feel like run away,

Sometimes I wish I could just sit and pray

Broken promises and unfulfilled dreams occupy my mind’s tray

With my crying not to pay

The investors elude me and the editors refuse to pay

Me for my works and my words since last year May

Though the readers and customers give them profits through my way.

Sometimes I am thrown into undefined dismay,

My mockers, the politicians, and the plenty ladies always leave me less to say

And with my crying not to pay

I comb the fields hoping to see a better day

Yet I gather the same hay.

Will I ever meet something profitable one day?






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History WITHOUT Imagery!

We are made the latest bunch of fools

Studying bogus syllabus and attending schools,

Not even with the necessary tools,

Day by day,

Year after year,

Spending 99.9% of our lives

Reading, comparing and contrasting notes and statistics from weird archives;

Slapped with abnormal fees

Crippling the little profits

Of our parents down their knees

To bits

We graduate with plenty certificates

Yet can not get us the jobs,

Even when we get the jobs

In NEVER does reflect in the pocket,

To survive you are forced to unzip the skirt,

Or take off your bra

Or unzip the trousers

Or ask for brown envelopes;

To get higher grades,

Sleep with the male lecturer in the hotel or under the shades

Or if you can buy his "downloaded" pamphlets

With all the Cedis and Pesewas in your pockets

To win his "fake" grades,

This is NOT just poetry,

It's a reality

In our tertiary;

All we learn is HISTORY

Without IMAGERY!

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Strife Life

How I wish.....

My life is as easy as 1, 2, 3

My life is as easy as A, B, C

But I will sound and look very foolish!

Did God create me

To have, to live life smooth and easy?

They NEVER loved me,

They hide their prejudice and show their noble sides to me

They fool me

They exploit my mummy

They have confused my daddy

So I have a broken family

Now it's the world against Beenie

No woman wants to be my wife

Men and women stabbing me behind with the abstract knife

Cruelty, facism, nepotism, racism, ethnocentrism

Skin flints, spies, gossips, haters, tribalism

Dream killers and baseless soothsayers all part of my strife

What a LIFE.!!!

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JUNK FOOD

The most adaptable 21st century delicacy is junk food

Even from the ghetto to the rich neighbourhood

The "Swagger Boys" love it

The "Millennium Girls" can't do without it

The young tertiary guys plus their sugar mummies eat it

The sugar daddy plus the teenage tertiary girls in the restaurant also share it,

But grandpapa and grandmama dem hate it

YES, they're toothless and can't nibble & gnaw on it.

If you hate junk food,

Hate it

If you love junk food,

Love it

I can't prevent you from loving or hating it,

I have no best adaptable choice too so I eat it,

Think about it.

*My WET Dream*

I could tell she had regretted her actions for the quick requests on her own call

I sat alone in the hall

When she sparked the ego in me

She said she could cope if she saw see

She admitted my presence was the only remedy

Her voice indeed never sounded lively

So I cut the phone call

I met her 10 minutes later in the hall

She wore a transparent overall

I smiled at her to make her happy

She came closer and kissed me

She said I should forget fear ‘cos there’s no presence of her papa

Nor her mama

The next minute we were on the sofa

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

I curiously asked,

“Am I breaking a taboo?”

She seductively also asked

She said there was no need to pay any tax

So her body I freely began to axe

She locked the door

And there we began the harmless war

She lured me like Eve did to Adam for sure,

I nailed her from the sofa to the floor

The next, she put one foot on the wall

I continued the journey and also supported my hand on the wall

She began to crawl

I felt ripples run through me and begin to bawl

She requested for more

And the more I pour

She screeched the more

Gosh! Am I mistakenly writing posting another crazy folklore?

She did scream

But sorry folks, I’m just documenting another poem titled “My Wet Dream”!

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