On fly over
I can see tallest
and shortest
like hills and
valleys

Only in Kano you will find a reader who lacks knowledge. They will read all social networking sites without understanding them. They will read all types of writing, but in an unusual way. They do not understand, and they will never let themselves to. That's Kano, where a villager guides a city person. This is Kano, where ignorance trumps knowledge. In Kano, the darkness leads the light. In Kano, this is where the quiet brouhaha and clamour die down. In Kano, here is where evil triumphs over good. Barau Kallon Shege has never lived anywhere other than Kano. It is regarded as the place where Mai Tatsine created his Tatsine. Kano is where Shegantaka is bathed. Kano people believe that anything impossible will be broken. Only in Kano  you can find Dutsen Dala and Goron Dutse. Only Aminu Dantata lives in Kano. Aliko Dangote was born in Kano. Only in Kano was Abdussamadu Rabiu (BUA) born. Also in Kano, Malam Gabagadi was raised. And only in Kano was Emir Ado Bayero, the father of Kano's Emir Aminu Ado Bayero and the father of Bichi's Emir Nasiru Ado Bayero, born.

Cars and busses  at speed
very close to the trucks on
the road lanes this evening

I see sun face
shine and bright
in the night
when there is
moon and the
stars on the
sky table

We will never be
on a lane you are
walking through,
The order of your
may be the last so
let our order be the
first

walking slowly
because, it is
panted up,
embarking upon
that journey to
live, all capabilities
turn in to disability,
like abandoned child
around the streets and
on dump pushing a
hand to take a joy,

The rain of mind's
eyes everyday falling,

For the reason, that
Darkness  layered
the beauty of  a brain
thought, no laying
a hand on anyone
to accomplish

I don't care
If your ages
are stone or
iron ages, all
I know just
I have you in
me and mine

Burning, in me
banning is my
heart, panting
in my lung and
painting in heart
crying is my eye
carrying in heart
lost is my sight
lust in my heart
lob in my chest
love in my heart
pain in my heart
when pen on my
hand

I am up to the minute
And the ink in my pen
is not sufficient to fill
the tube of my pen, it's
why my hand sometimes
dance on a paper when
I am writing correct
sequence to the grammar

Be patiently a good
cooker in the kitchen
to cook some beautiful
poems

Work is less and
Jobless is blown
Struggle is high
The result is zero
And earth heated
Greens are fading
Breath insufficient
For all C emission
And all radiations

Yet, the brain is bright
And the heart working
Because, green is well
In the spaces of farm...

Love don't cost...
As you pay
As you use...
As you pay
As you go...

A love is paid
with a lot of
care and small
penny

I had a dream that the world was covered in green.

Is a miraculous to do,
What to compose or to draw
On a piece of... Or a sheet

Might be, a bed time
On a body back, down
Solid comfort carrying its weight

Recalling some past in the future
Thinking, to make it present
By, art of writing using upper limbs

Your name is bright
Your face is fully bright
Your hand penning bright
On a light paper and bright
Using gold pen and bright

There is a golden in the ink
And the pen stick in a pink
Between pens, there is link
And papers are bright and blink

Who said it after the Pentagon said it?

laughable
jokes
desire
war

Retaliation to Pro-Palastine

I never thought
that only monkey
is stupid, Ashe!
even that clever
pig is more stupid
than him, the
        Gorilla
They eat banana
and they eat Kashi
at the same time

She said: pillow!
I mean that pillow
I love the pillow

     "It remind my present
       the time before this
       presence"

We pillow-fight,
together in a
beautiful bedroom
every night and
weekend mornings

Let those with big mouth
To fire all words to the ear

Let them those with whistle
To blow up to the angular lid

Let the powerful wind to wave
From far east to the far western

And let the monkeys climb up
And the banana to be well fit

All are Beautiful
like a bright full
gold on the darky
sky...
sweet to listen
Tasty to hear...

A universe poems

A delicious poems pie
on a paper plate and
the pepper  of fictions
are spread on...
It's a tasty and sweet
...

P people think and imagine
O often, to the creative nature
E energetically to draw the light of a...
T time of the past, present and post to
R remind the pen to draw betterment
Y yielding, for  tomorrow's growth

Poetry Bear sat by the stream,  
Lost in thought, caught in a dream.  
With paw on paper, heart so wide,  
A world of wonder danced inside.

The trees whispered tales of lands afar,  
Under the glow of a twinkling star.  
The breeze carried songs from every shore,  
Stories of children, and so much more.

From mountain peaks to ocean's sway,  
Cultures bloom in their own sweet way.  
Drums in Ghana, flutes in Peru,  
Every beat tells a story true.

The meadow spoke of unity’s glow,  
Through colors and customs, they let it show.  
A sari bright, a kimono’s grace,  
A mosaic of beauty in every face.

Poetry Bear’s paw began to glide,  
Writing of nature, far and wide.  
The rivers sang, the skies would hum,  
As global children danced to the drum.

Oh world so vast, so full of art,  
Each culture a beat of the Earth’s great heart.  
Through fields of green, through deserts dry,  
We’re one in spirit, you and I.

And as the stars lit the midnight air,  
Poetry Bear smiled, his soul laid bare.  
For with each verse, his world grew wide,  
A newfound poet, beaming with pride.

They wear
black uniform
like a securities
in the hell fire and
they are devil's sons
They do all beneath
the earth, but
before masses
they are
protectors and shield