A SINNER’s FEAR

Oh ye man of God, thanks for your patience.
I’ve come to you because I’ve lost my way.
And I’ve been hearing news about the judgement day.
Please, enlighten me; Tell me its nothing to be scared of.

Yesterday when you preached at the top of your voice,
I know I had sent you away with my deafening noise.
To listen not, that had been my choice.
Yet my heart knows the sins I commit, even the ocean cannot wash.

But what is this I hear about a burning fire?
What is this I hear about eternal torment?
Tell me its all a joke, I need to hear your thought.
Is it true what I heard, please answer me this moment.

You mean to tell me the burning fire is real?
You mean its inhabitants cannot be saved from the inferno?
You mean with our own little fire, its not the same?
You mean its the house of the doomed where they rot in shame?

Oh ye man of God, I burned myself with fire today;
Trying to know how the fire you preach would feel.
And if this pain is a tip of what you mean to say,
Now is the right time I need to change my ways.

Oh ye man of God, please have some faith.
I must change my ways before it gets too late.
So please save my soul, teach me the righteous ways.
So when the time comes, I won’t cry in pain.

Thank you man of God, you’ve been so good to me.
When I was swimming in sin, you didn’t give up on me.
Have I found my way? I don’t even know.
But I’m trying my best, that I want you to know.

SONNET TO A GIRL

This poem is more of a parody of William Shakespeare’s and Wendy Cope’s Sonnets. Some words were borrowed in both of their sonnets, but not used as it is in their works. Please read, comment and share.

SONNET TO A GIRL

Let me not to the marriage of a female dog.
Admit impediments. For love is truly beautiful,
When two hearts beats the same.
But I’ve lost you to the man who has no name.
I bid you move on, all your excuses are lame.
With gifts he’s won your heart, with a knife you punctured mine.
I have no duplicate heart, therefore I will tend to my wound.
And if men faults me because I once fell in love,
I will pay no attention but dedicate myself to higher things I’ve found,
Like poetry, on whose wings I can soar to high places above.
Surely, one day I will make my mark.
Then, the flash of camera will tail me even in the dark.
And you will regret the day you scampered to his side,
For I will be so made and you will wish to be my bride.

Written By @Sir_SkillaOSHIN

TO A POET’s PEN

Such a time we had
Now our relationship is bad
My mind is screwed like I am mad
Now without my pen I am sad.

A moment of silence to awaken my pen
A moment of silence to recreate our bond
Today, my pen shall rise around ten
Today, I shall swim in poetry’s pond.

Oh ye pen, abandon me not again
For without you, I will always be in pain
With my attempts to reach the world all in vain
Alone and sad I will be, with nothing to gain.

I had no safe to keep my treasure
When Sodom burnt and Gomorrah fell
The only thing I have left is a pen to tell
The tale of my long and lonely adventure.

Now that I have you back, my cherished pen
Let us continue the Great Trek of morality
Go and tell lost souls what they need to be in peace
Go to them, the word of the wise you need to preach.

So when done, as I commanded thee done blabbing
Go thee to those you see are lagging
But come ye back to me without delay
For I am also alone in this lonely passage.

Written By @Sir_SkillaOSHIN

SEND THE DOGS OFF

Decisions are made to slave me in my father’s land
To the dogs of my nation, I do all the work of my hand
Proud to be black, for my nation I stand
I believe its time to send the dogs off.

But the dogs and their deeds bring shame on our name
For money they sell our pride, making us look the same
When we prove our difference that all looks like bluff
All they ask is that we send the dogs off.

Once our nation was peaceful and rich
Before the advent of all this greedy fools
Now all their evil deeds they teach
Dont you think we need to send the dogs off?

I struggled for years before I could go to school
I tried and finish to be used as a fool
While they sit proud and tall on our national stool
Why cant we just send the dogs off?

For countless years of hardwork
All I get is you saying I have not done enough
You turn my life down and my work you mock
Can somebody please, help send these dogs off?

You had better send the dogs off to prevent our anger
For on and on our nation’s name they slander
I urge the youths to rise against this danger
Of our nation been turned to the garbage hanger.

If a dog comes to my house and defeacate on the floor,
What wrong will it be if I break its head with a stick?
Or because of the dogs, shall I close my door?
Or rise towards the dog and teach it with a kick.

Signed
sheriphthepoet

WITH LOVE TO A FRIEND

My hands are stained with ink
For a friend that makes me think
The call of nature I deny
On the owner of this poem I rely.

Some weeks ago you were harsh
As a stranger you treated me like trash
I wanted to turn back
But the heart to lose a friend I lack.

I have made a lot of friends
Some are good while some are bad
Your number number I add to those have had
And waiting to see if you are good or bad.

I have lost many friends also
Some are good while some are bad
The good ones I lost, the scene still gets me mad
Everytime their names are called, it makes me sad.

I just met a friend, she’s kind and tender
Her kind of friendship, no one will ever render
Her lovely attitude also makes me wonder
And other things she did, some of which I dont remember.

Adebimpe is a true friend indeed
Cuz she didnt forsake me whem I’m in need
To not lose her, that advice I must heed
And  I shall always continue to cherish her, like I always did.

Dear Adebimpe, a friend to rely on
I say a big  THANK YOU for all you have done
With you, memories of bad friends are gone
Tell me what is needed to be your number one.

Dedicated to A Dear And Lovely Queen
Adebimpe Lastborn Badmos

signed
sheriphthepoet

LAMENT FOR KAZEEM

In Memory Of A Brother

This poem’s theme is crazy cuz my heart is sober
Life is so fucked, I think I might need an elder
As old as I am, some things still make me wonder
Things like death, of which at times strike like thunder.

Kazeem Bakare was young with a clear vision
He wished for long life, success one of his mission
But death cut him off with its wicked action
The life of a young talent you took without retribution.

Many who call for thee dont see ye wicked fellow
But for those who dont want you, you put in sorrow
A sweet and happy family, you put in sorrow
Your evil sends a chill into our bone marrow.

Kazeem, your handsome face I saw last night
When you hugged me and spoke with delight
Your words of advice made me bright
Here I am with tears shed for you tonight.

“Is this how someone dies” is the question on our lips
You left Kabiru alone, your brother still weeps
Iya Kafila wont stop crying from the agony of your death
Baba Kafila, in his mind’s eye, think you’ll come back for your breath.

Of all things that come uninvited, death is one of a kind
Why not take the old, or have you lost your mind?
The young that are meant to hold our house, you cut their dream short
If we have the chance, to death we shall wage war from henceforth.

Death, does thou think you are strong and proud?
For how many souls you have fell, say it out loud
Another you fall today to add to the crowd
You shall account for it, ye messenger of tears.

Kabiru, pet Iya Kafila to cry no more for you shall live long
Urge Baba Kafila to think no more, he has sons to carry his name along
For if you continue to think, you wont put death where he belong
To the underworld, where he shall be a tag along.

One thousand candles burnt wont bring you back to life
Millions tears drop wont reverse your death
Your name we keep close to our heart
You are dead but on the street, you live forever young.

Rest In Peace Dear Brother
We Love You But God Loves You Most

 

Signed

sheriphthepoet

BLOOD IS RED

Seated in the corner looking plain
I watched the incident all in my brain
The red bloody colour all makes me insane
The fight was bloody, I feel like i’m in chain.

It seems like yesterday when Jabber took his sword
He is tall and brave, and also good with word
He lead the fight, and we took to his side
Now its all over with nowhere to hide.

How I wish it never happened at all
In the middle of the fight, I saw Jabber fall
His blood was Red, flowing from his skull
And the warriors sword hanging lose on his head.

My white cloth is stained all by Red
The blood of my people all tatooed on my dress
The rest of our warriors, hunted down and slayed
Am bout to leave town, to be free from the stress.

Ifa warned against the fight of blame
But the words of Jabber was strong to make us lame
In the face of death, the warning all came
In our Red blood we lye, lifeless with our shame.

signed
sheriphthepoet

HOUSE OF FAULTS

The perfumed smell of filth,
And the unscrupulous ways we preach,
Is enough to create the beat,
To the shameless dance they teach.

Many years ago our nation was born,
For the birth; on our face great smile was worn.
And to that great nation our allegiance was sworn.
But today our bond and pride has been torn.

The old; with their deeds bring shame on our name.
For the sake of money, their acts makes us all the same.
The dream and vision we so much strive,
Has been shattered by the cars they wish to drive.

Our schools was built to teach,
But the word in which they preach,
Diverts our minds from reach,
Of hearing the clarion duty call.

The ones we sent to lead,
Knows nothing or how to mend.
Their aim is very easy to read,
They stand to loot the works of our sweat.

You and you are all the cause;
Because they paid you from their purse.
Your right you sold for a cup of rice.
And now is the time; you must pay the price.

The young; our hope for tomorrow,
The path you laid is where they follow,
Indiscipline runs deep in their bone marrow,
That leaves our nation to nothing but sorrow.

Does Papa knows what he’s doing is wrong,
If so let him show his son where his loyalty belong.
So that this lost generation may move along,
And let Arise O Compatriot be our happy song.

Written By @Sir_SkillaOSHIN

LAMENT FOR A FRIEND

Some days ago we still ate in the same plate
Your smile was bright like a shinning star
I never knew you will be gone on this date
But here you lye resigned to fate..

When you lye wrapped in a 6yard white cloth
‘Bout to be dipped into the land as your oath
With the creator of your body; now thin like a cane
We pray your soul be blessed and ours left sane..

In the late hours of the night with our lighters up
We did our last mourning, in our tears we slump
Rolling water falls, enough to fill our cup
With the thought of last meeting, my heartbeat pump..

We part today to see no more
until we meet again in the house of the Lord
To meet in that house we must, its core
The hour for the blessed to meet with God..

In peace I beg your soul to rest
As you sleep to wake no more, from this life you left
May your soul be abundantly blessed
Till we meet again in the Lord..

Does death knows he’s dreadful to make him so wicked?
Most of our greatest men, their noble soul you take
The young ones amongst them, their highest dream you break
Does thou know thou hath dreadful to be so wicked?..

Agony of family and friends are due to your act
Mother still  weep, to death of her son she still react
Father sighs every minute, a sign of been depressed
Death, thou hath  wicked, all this people you have oppressed..

Oh mother, weep no more for all shall be well
We shall all meet again in the feet of the Lord
Where against death our agonies and pain we shall tell,
Death shall be a slave of all lives he once fell..

 

Signed

sheriphthepoet

QUICKSAND

Born and breed in a way so harsh,

I grew and learned with the titans I clashed.

The world was rough, i was meant to crash,

But the treasures of the world I shall unleash..

 

The more that I climb, the far I get from land,

The world is against me, just as it is the quicksand,

Most of the time, frustration on my mind,

As my life is drowning down in quicksand..

 

On and on I shall continue to move,

My pen will serve to the world a prove,

Still the quicksand burns like fire from a stove;

Yet I remained pure as the colour of a dove..

 

Ye quicksand, what is my sin?

I tried to escape, yet you draw me in,

You killed my courage from doing my thing,

Quicksand you are, you hurt me like a pin..

 

The morning is here, am lost in deep thought,

And there I remained before my life was caught,

My life is hard but yet, the whip of death I fought;

Now in the end of time, to the quicksand I was brought..

 

 

Signed

Sheriphthepoet