"babatunde" poems - Hello Poetry

If you've ever flown Carry bottled water about Charter Uber or Taxify Usually don't finish your drinks Leave droplets of food at restaurants Congrats, you made it! If you are a Soldier's wife A Lawyer or a Doctor You use i-phone 32 Ever snapped "pinshure" with "Whity" Or attended private university Congrats, you made it! You are in charge of party food Borrow a car to pick your date Snapped inside a car for Facebook and Instagram If you love to sit in front of danfo Or work as a Marketer Congrats, you made it! If you are course representative An MD in any firm Your brother is a politician Snapped inside a Airplane Or fair like the daughters of Job Just add it to your resume You already made it! If you wear gold Romanian curls Would you rather do Brazilian or Indian hair You already look like Khardashian Or have "Arsenal" like Cardi B Can I get your autograph? You are already a star If you have a customized plate A double chief in your village You love ********* and foursome You abuse siren as an ordinary Spy Police You are already a big boy! However, if you are street smart You have a skill set with your education If you went to a finishing school You never allow pride overwhelm you If you are your own Boss And you pay salaries You are the real VIP Many are victims of identity Living in prisons of their imagination Forming Slay Queens and Marlians If you don't mind yourself now Your future might be a repeat of the past Don't be poor and proud! It is highly cancerous... Babatunde Raimi Author/Life Coach/Poet 08178827380 & 08035063895

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Jan 9, 2020

Jan 9, 2020 at 1:57 AM UTC

gentlebabs

Congrats, You Made It!

If you've ever flown Carry bottled water about Charter Uber or Taxify Usually don't finish your drinks Leave droplets of food at restaurants Congrats, you made it! If you are a Soldier's wife A Lawyer or a Doctor You use i-phone 32 Ever snapped "pinshure" with "Whity" Or attended private university Congrats, you made it! You are in charge of party food Borrow a car to pick your date Snapped inside a car for Facebook and Instagram If you love to sit in front of danfo Or work as a Marketer Congrats, you made it! If you are course representative An MD in any firm Your brother is a politician Snapped inside a Airplane Or fair like the daughters of Job Just add it to your resume You already made it! If you wear gold Romanian curls Would you rather do Brazilian or Indian hair You already look like Khardashian Or have "Arsenal" like Cardi B Can I get your autograph? You are already a star If you have a customized plate A double chief in your village You love ********* and foursome You abuse siren as an ordinary Spy Police You are already a big boy! However, if you are street smart You have a skill set with your education If you went to a finishing school You never allow pride overwhelm you If you are your own Boss And you pay salaries You are the real VIP Many are victims of identity Living in prisons of their imagination Forming Slay Queens and Marlians If you don't mind yourself now Your future might be a repeat of the past Don't be poor and proud! It is highly cancerous... Babatunde Raimi Author/Life Coach/Poet 08178827380 & 08035063895

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This used to be normal My mother swagged in it For my Sistos, weight magic Then things fell apart When they "kayamatized" it Some only planned to wipe Clean the play head and "jakpa" They only wanted installation After the romp on waist bead They subscribed to full installation "Ana no ofu ebe ekiri mmaun" That was your slogan when you browsed You forget she is a daughter of eve Wiser than all the men in your clan Congratulations, welcome to fatherhood it ended Some scientists use this special science Never will the land be fertile As long as the gate is waistly beaded It is a covenant made with the gods For it is just but "Akamu" from an income man In my lifetime, I have seen beautiful They glow in the dark and beckons on you Crystal beads fit only for nobles If one thing must **** a man Then my cause is chosen In my sojourn as a globetrotter I have crossed many seas Swam oceans untold in foreign lands But none is as sweet as you My precious "Ileke Idi..." Babatunde Raimi +23478827380 & +2348035063895 P.S: "Ileke Idi" means waist bead in local Yoruba parlance.

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May 26, 2020

May 26, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC

gentlebabs

My "Ileke Idi"

This used to be normal My mother swagged in it For my Sistos, weight magic Then things fell apart When they "kayamatized" it Some only planned to wipe Clean the play head and "jakpa" They only wanted installation After the romp on waist bead They subscribed to full installation "Ana no ofu ebe ekiri mmaun" That was your slogan when you browsed You forget she is a daughter of eve Wiser than all the men in your clan Congratulations, welcome to fatherhood it ended Some scientists use this special science Never will the land be fertile As long as the gate is waistly beaded It is a covenant made with the gods For it is just but "Akamu" from an income man In my lifetime, I have seen beautiful They glow in the dark and beckons on you Crystal beads fit only for nobles If one thing must **** a man Then my cause is chosen In my sojourn as a globetrotter I have crossed many seas Swam oceans untold in foreign lands But none is as sweet as you My precious "Ileke Idi..." Babatunde Raimi +23478827380 & +2348035063895 P.S: "Ileke Idi" means waist bead in local Yoruba parlance.

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No going back We will defend our pride Our heritage Our fatherland Not with guns, powder nor machetes Not with armoured carriers But with powers ancestral We will visit Egungun Oya The god of divination We will invoke Mawu The god of the Sun and Moon Have you heard about Babalu aiye? The god of infectious diseases Let the games begin Omoluabi oooo! Omoluabi oh!! "Bo ba d'ogun; ko d'ogun" Where is Sango, the god of thunder? "Gunugu ni oruko, ti an pe Ifa?" "Okalamagbo ni oruko ti an pe awon Iya oshoronga" "Abiamo ki gbo ekun omo re", "Ki o ma ta si were" "Oya, Amotekun oooo" When the walls of Jericho fell How many bullets were shot? They stood on their father's faith How was Judah and Jerusalem taken? The red sea parted by the word We too, shall speak the word But now, the words our Ancestors When the centre can no longer hold Surely, things will fall apart "Omo Yoruba, ronu" Enough! No longer shall our lands be desecreted Cast the cowries in the calabash Let us inquire of our gods Shall we pursue and reclaim? Ready, set, "Amotekun dee" Babatunde Raimi Author/Life Coach/Poet 08178827380 & 08035063895

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Jan 15, 2020

Jan 15, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC

gentlebabs

Amotekun

No going back We will defend our pride Our heritage Our fatherland Not with guns, powder nor machetes Not with armoured carriers But with powers ancestral We will visit Egungun Oya The god of divination We will invoke Mawu The god of the Sun and Moon Have you heard about Babalu aiye? The god of infectious diseases Let the games begin Omoluabi oooo! Omoluabi oh!! "Bo ba d'ogun; ko d'ogun" Where is Sango, the god of thunder? "Gunugu ni oruko, ti an pe Ifa?" "Okalamagbo ni oruko ti an pe awon Iya oshoronga" "Abiamo ki gbo ekun omo re", "Ki o ma ta si were" "Oya, Amotekun oooo" When the walls of Jericho fell How many bullets were shot? They stood on their father's faith How was Judah and Jerusalem taken? The red sea parted by the word We too, shall speak the word But now, the words our Ancestors When the centre can no longer hold Surely, things will fall apart "Omo Yoruba, ronu" Enough! No longer shall our lands be desecreted Cast the cowries in the calabash Let us inquire of our gods Shall we pursue and reclaim? Ready, set, "Amotekun dee" Babatunde Raimi Author/Life Coach/Poet 08178827380 & 08035063895

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Paralyzed by dissonance Illusions so vicious exists in continuous resonance Numb enthusiasm reflecting vain optimism Murdering all form of reasoning His mind a theatre A personal vendetta A gladiator at heart Terrorist by art Imprisoned by self will This is a fight he must not win A salvation inspired in brutal conquest His soul he lost To a woman he lust His heart afrost Covered in dust it cost his life, a rust All men on a quest By request, desire they thirst Drowning in an ocean of passion and lust Kings return as guests soaked in dirt Comforted only at night in paradise Where all men dine, foolish and wise Located in babatunde street 4th Avenue With a bottle of ***** or two Many men come running through To say a prayer for the player Imprisoned by self will In paradise lust she will always win

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC

Kings

PARADISE LUST

Paralyzed by dissonance Illusions so vicious exists in continuous resonance Numb enthusiasm reflecting vain optimism Murdering all form of reasoning His mind a theatre A personal vendetta A gladiator at heart Terrorist by art Imprisoned by self will This is a fight he must not win A salvation inspired in brutal conquest His soul he lost To a woman he lust His heart afrost Covered in dust it cost his life, a rust All men on a quest By request, desire they thirst Drowning in an ocean of passion and lust Kings return as guests soaked in dirt Comforted only at night in paradise Where all men dine, foolish and wise Located in babatunde street 4th Avenue With a bottle of ***** or two Many men come running through To say a prayer for the player Imprisoned by self will In paradise lust she will always win

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A Poem: Bros., Wey You? Bros., Wey you? I hear say your game tight I wan hear your market You no need to drop shekels I just wan help you Come make me reason No cone form Asari for me I no be Orpkorpise oh Na lashing things oh You know now! Abeg make you do pem oh Na white sky I go take come Make your name dey your neck oh Preye say you Gallant dia Oya, make we enter yonder Make you walensh well oh Dem no dey use shame drink poison I see you, I see heaven After every don kpomkpi Las las, we go dey alright No worry, wetin be suya If I want make my mouth dey busy I go just dey blow whistle So you no go provoke Know say Lasgidi Erema no fit When I finish with you You go know say devil na area boy Na God be Godfather Kpata kpata na draw Warri Erema no dey carry last I go soon bracket you for Effurun junction Before omuta go enter No time to check time This motor dey delay my destiny I don dey reach your crib My temper dey rise now And I no fit use am boil rice Afterall, no vero for maternity ward When I work you finish You go hear alaba Today, he no get as he be I go run your matter wella I know say you go make sense Abeg, wuna gi mi cold shack for di side Nothing dey happen Babatunde Raimi (c) Author/Life Coach/Poet

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Sep 12, 2019

Sep 12, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC

gentlebabs

Bros., Wey You?

A Poem: Bros., Wey You? Bros., Wey you? I hear say your game tight I wan hear your market You no need to drop shekels I just wan help you Come make me reason No cone form Asari for me I no be Orpkorpise oh Na lashing things oh You know now! Abeg make you do pem oh Na white sky I go take come Make your name dey your neck oh Preye say you Gallant dia Oya, make we enter yonder Make you walensh well oh Dem no dey use shame drink poison I see you, I see heaven After every don kpomkpi Las las, we go dey alright No worry, wetin be suya If I want make my mouth dey busy I go just dey blow whistle So you no go provoke Know say Lasgidi Erema no fit When I finish with you You go know say devil na area boy Na God be Godfather Kpata kpata na draw Warri Erema no dey carry last I go soon bracket you for Effurun junction Before omuta go enter No time to check time This motor dey delay my destiny I don dey reach your crib My temper dey rise now And I no fit use am boil rice Afterall, no vero for maternity ward When I work you finish You go hear alaba Today, he no get as he be I go run your matter wella I know say you go make sense Abeg, wuna gi mi cold shack for di side Nothing dey happen Babatunde Raimi (c) Author/Life Coach/Poet

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A Poem: A Dose Of Vanity A dose of vanity What you call vanity Might not be vanity at all What is poison to one May be pleasure to another How yummy and sweet it is The sweetest of all pleasures Come with me to sin city Bring down the walls When you come over No need for hang-over Just bend over And I will take over Afterwards, we can changeover Give me a dose of vanity Without any iota of sentimentality Let us define our territoriality With a sense of responsibility Before we engage in vanity That leads to ecstasy Be advised, proceed with protection Now, the moment has come Before we *** our *** Let us "talk the talk" This moment is intended for pleasure No doubt, the best form of exercise Ours not intended for procreation Did you sign an oath of celibacy? Are you virile and adventurous? Let's play with the oil that never dries Let me give you a trip To a city that never sleeps Don't we all need a dose of vanity? Slowly, lift up the veil Start from the periphery Input the play head Twerk like Cardi B And enjoy a dose of vanity Before you get tipsy and engaged But remember *** is real Have you been tested? Spread the news, not the virus Babatunde Raimi Author/Life Coach/Poet 08178827380 & 08035063895

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Jan 16, 2020

Jan 16, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC

gentlebabs

A Dose Of Vanity

A Poem: A Dose Of Vanity A dose of vanity What you call vanity Might not be vanity at all What is poison to one May be pleasure to another How yummy and sweet it is The sweetest of all pleasures Come with me to sin city Bring down the walls When you come over No need for hang-over Just bend over And I will take over Afterwards, we can changeover Give me a dose of vanity Without any iota of sentimentality Let us define our territoriality With a sense of responsibility Before we engage in vanity That leads to ecstasy Be advised, proceed with protection Now, the moment has come Before we *** our *** Let us "talk the talk" This moment is intended for pleasure No doubt, the best form of exercise Ours not intended for procreation Did you sign an oath of celibacy? Are you virile and adventurous? Let's play with the oil that never dries Let me give you a trip To a city that never sleeps Don't we all need a dose of vanity? Slowly, lift up the veil Start from the periphery Input the play head Twerk like Cardi B And enjoy a dose of vanity Before you get tipsy and engaged But remember *** is real Have you been tested? Spread the news, not the virus Babatunde Raimi Author/Life Coach/Poet 08178827380 & 08035063895

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