LIKE FOR
LIKE – (Poem of the month)
You deserve some accolades
You who still care for poetry
'Cause as we journey through the
ages
Attention spans grow shorter and
skulls thicker
40 seconds, she said he only lasts so
long
Oh, you didn't know? We bare our
cheeks on the gram now
It's the new cool, the in thing
Yet we have the nerve to scream
"invasion of privacy".
"When you like me, I like you
too
I always follow back"
The millennial mantra
Too busy living our best lives on
Snapchat
That we filter out the world in all
it's colour
The flowers, the bees, the beauty of
nature
The birds and their melodious little
tweets
Urbane,
Saggy jeans and weird hair
The "Marlians" for
instance
What does "mad oh" even
mean?
Is it a noun, adjective, figure of
speech?
What do I know? Do I have 5,000
followers anywhere?
All I have are 5 loaves and 2 fishes
I'm just a loner whose dinner's
bread and sardine
I could rave all day long
It wouldn't matter, this isn't Rant
HQ
A like for a like makes the whole
world blind
If we would look up from our iPhones
We'd see those in true need of the
love reaction
I'm no Kardashian but try to keep up
with me
The voice of reason doesn't really
trend
We're all somewhat guilty so try not
to fall
Cos this table I'm breaking is
carrying us all.
Ada
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FOLLOW FOLLOW – (worthy of mention)
"Follow
me, follow me,
Na so slave
trade dey start"
Claiming to be
their own person
But following
blindly
Parading
seemingly harmless dance steps;
Beltless and
tattered trousers;
Celebrating
orgies:
Glorifying
fraudsters;
Promoting
debauchery;
Debasing
womanhood;
Demeaning
matrimony;
Overturning
divine order and formenting rebellion by less than subtle indoctrination!
As the
messenger says, fools follow fast food fads and fancies and end up being
slaves!
Funmi Eyeoyibo
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JUSTIFIED SIN '
His emotions
naked as a lost vision,
losing the
earliest tears of his mother's checks,
rubbing his
head and his chest in the zoo of character.
The smokes he
uses to melt the bright blue rug,
yet his room
mate cannot open the guitaring silence,
only to tell
the distant neighbors, just because his eyes are red as blood,
mad as winter
and his woman
loses her breath at the scent of his shirt.
Such a rat in
the maze as Tess Callahan says,
misplacing his
love for life for decades,
Paul Williams
knows he is so alcoholic.
All of them,
they keys of
his emotion
gone by
the
hope of
Addiction_ Jean Kibourne.
Oh the theme
again !
It is not gone
by...
It is to
poetically dig out our hearts on Follow.
When the
voices
of the stressed
cabinets is a false promise,
when laws think
us as slaves,
and we pretend
not to be slaves of vision 2020.
A mother whose
political importance
has been driven
on the wheels of clothed justice,
yet you smile
as your soul is a simile for gains,
I mean you, yes
you...
The polite
demonic bills under democracy is countless,
and who else
will a bitten citizen follow,
only to fill
his jackets with cigarettes.
Smoking,
smoking, smoking and writing a poem.
AJAKAYE RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO.
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WHETHER IT'S HOLLOW OR NOT
We will follow
Those we chose
to follow
Those we
allowed to lead
Because we felt
they knew our needs
Silence meant
consent
Opposition
mirrored impertinence
Feeling
submissive and obedient
We gave our
material to tailors that couldn't sew
Set sail on a
river that doesn't flow
And gathered
cocks that didn't know how to crow
Did we or did
we not know?
Leaders are a
reflection of the populace
With confidence
they showcase our ignorance
With eloquence
they expose our own shallowness
Who said
anything about wantoness
Is there an
elephant in this room?
Soon
Very soon
Wisdom will
come of age
Normalcy would
take centre stage
Till then we
follow
Follow those we
chose to follow.
Erhio
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OUR FUTURE
Follow me to battle for our future
One which was once bright, held in ardent clasp;
Is dimmed by he whom we thought would nurture
It. Come let's restore its shine from his grasp
Walk with me still though your feet may be sore
Let the pain felt serve as a sacrifice.
As you stand against foe thirsty for gore
Your valour shall be the ultimate price
Holster your guns for we shoot with our voice
Let our cries hit Adversary where it hurts.
With the hope that one day we shall rejoice
That listening ears have turned to our blurts.
Brave comrades! Let not your courage decline
For a future dimmed, once again shall shine.
Bayo Aluko
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NOW WHEN IT MOVES, I FOLLOW
As it happens,
this rebel
i find again
like a crevice
that lays its narrow path,
this rebel
follows suit
till the day I
became a shadow
of myself
i stood in a
pitch-black lift
to descend into
the abyss
of dolor
after having
rested on my laurels
for a long long
time,
that day I
became
a walking
shadow
of myself and
now
when it moves,
i follow.
Olaitan Humble
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FOLLOW
Lead me right in
the path where deceit doesn't strive
Hold my hands and
calm the raging storm
My belly is yet
to experience.
Wipe my tears
away with the sweetness that lies in your tongue.
Show me how love
could feel so beautiful
Take me to the
place where vulnerability is a show of strength.
Lead me not to
the path that reads pain
And I will follow
till I leave no mark to home.
Beejay!
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FOLLOW:
alpha
Was Pol Pot a
person or a technology?
Something or
someone to follow; that we followed and killed for; followed and died for!
The history of
the race is that someone or something speaks, leads and the rest of us like
lemmings; like minnows, follow
And we don't
follow on to know the real freedom defining truth- the truth in the two epochal
words spoken to the official from the inland revenue service-
Follow me!
If you follow
you will be 'made'- marlian, randian, even a fisherman!
A fisherman
like the brothers in Obioma's book.
That ended
badly, like most followerships tend to- resulting in insurrections and wars and
rumours of war.
But back to the
one who made His followers fishers of men, who if he had been addressing poets
might have said, follow me and I will make you poets to men and women.
beta
Come, follow me
they said
We did
And kept doing
until
it became a
trade.
Follow me,
He said
They did
And He made
them whatever
they had to be
for the
harvest.
Come follow me,
the big bird
said.
The little bird
was
hesitant
But the big one
was
Insistent.
She did,
She flew!
ANDREW WHYTE
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FOLLOW
Trails like rails of
roses
Set my feet dancing to
your tune
Swiftly complying to
your silent call
To follow paths of beige
ordained
Draw spirit draw
On the pages of my mind
A roadmap sketch
to freedom's chants
Flickering through
bright nights and dark days
My eyes lay asleep in
morning's wake
With thoughts awakened
in dreamsland
The homestead for silent
achievers
Still, draw spirit draw
On the tablet of my
heart
Inspirations in blood
lettering
That my soul may read in
bold
Trails like rails of
roses
Set a footnote for
footpath tales
To trade this lazy for
will
and perhaps, I may
follow.
LAUGHTER WSD
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FISHERS OF MEN
The sun sets
like a bird
looking for a
nest
to lay her
weary head
I trust in you
so I follow
your voice in
trust
because he
knows you
sustain me like
the lilies
waiting for
Dawn's dew
to become clean
again
Not putting on
a show
And commanding
the rains
on Instagram
and Twitter
Before Eli told
the lie
and sabotaged
tomorrow
Following only
those who
followed back
and being liked
by only those
whom they like.
IKECHUKWU SULEIMAN
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FOLLOW
Follow me to the place where day and night met
And shook hands in a mellow drama
Dragging and pulling at each other
Who will get the fair share in time everlasting?
Follow me to that place where spirit and intellect met
Tool playing the role of master
Hope is invited
When one day the Master will call, and the tool will answer
Follow me to the play ground of lovers
Where feelings are mutual
And brightness of true love outshines a thousand suns
Night will always follow day
And day will follow night
They don’t un-follow each other
In their social interactions
As the universe follows its course
Like all celestial things do
What do you follow?
Ifeanyi Okwosha
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FOLLOW.
To find the
witch that killed that child
Follow the path
that leads to the market
In the wee
hours of the morning
Like a dew in
the morning
You will see
the back of the spirits
With the
familiar posture of your neighbor
Follow the
voice of that preacher
Stay with that
voice like a leech
And you will
know the name
Of the person
who bewitched you
If you want to
find that joy
That flows like
a river
Follow your
heart
Because the
path has always been there.
chisom
