"benefitting" poems
Sometimes, I don't know what is the problem of my so called colleagues... There are so many issues worth tackling in the movie industry where as a movie maker u invest so much finance, time and energy and get back very little or nothing... Yet, what concerns our youths is celebrations, parties, function attendance and all... The so called movie ambassadors came up at the period of political campaign... Will this gathering still stand after they are bn used for political campaigns... That's a question that I'm sure can't b answered... D crazy aspect, s dt every name now goes first with Ambassador lagbaja or Ambassador tamedu... So crazy.... Rebranding starts from our selves... No group whatsoever, has d power to influence a corrupt, mis-managed, malfunctioning industry that needs urgent attention... I'm surprised to even find respected movie makers sleeping and putting heads in same direction... If we want to speak in one voice, I believe... There's an existing body, when d music sector got its branding and uplifted its current face to d very level its today, D's were not d measures and procedures takn.... Even in Hollywood, I have nvr heard of Ambassador Nicolas Cage, Ambassador Angelina Jolie etc... Neither in bollyhood have I heard of Ambassador Shakiru Khan or Ambassador John Abraham. What a pity..., even the newly experienced movie makers that doesn't even know what D's game is all about bear Ambassadors... I hear, there's fine for misbehaviour at events and all... Hmmmmmm, those that have sumfn upstairs, let them start thinking... Don't b used for sumfn that u will end up not benefitting and later b d glory of sum people that knows where this is going and the aim behind it.... However, if the motive is truly for d upliftment of D's great job that we all do with great passion... God help us all.... Tokunbo Awoga
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
One hundred years of sodden red sand
millions of innocents slain and condemned
brainwash the brute and send him to shoot
no more of a troop than a toy in your hand.
Pull the wool over why we send them to die
dossiers, mandates now malformed and broken.
Those who were 'chosen' to vote for the people
are payed off, promoted by power drunk creatures.
Our bubble of bliss is the last dying hope
of a stranded psychopath on a bone-laiden raft
tarnished by greed signed misdeeds
floating in streams: the blood of the past.
Hear the voice of the people unite against evil
to condemn your crimson fuel wars on the east
and like doctor to monster, quench the 'Vitai Lambarda'
fuelled by the foolish benefitting the ******
Let the embers scorch, settle, and form a new mantle
where ideologies are transparent and righteous
and the poor of the world aren't corporate fighters
'speak up, speak up and veto the game'.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
You became my sun.
So easily and quickly.
You’ve always been one to light up a room,
And when this started up again,
My heart was empty space.
But even before I saw you again
You were so intense
Even if only in your mystery.
Mystery…that sounds more like the moon.
But I always kind of imagined myself as a moon
More in the background,
Coming out to play once those who shone had gone to bed,
Changing faces throughout the phases
Never able to decide who I was
Only sometimes disappearing.
The moon – always perceived as cooler and calmer,
An esoteric symbol of reflection and transition,
In a constant competition with the sun,
But with you I have changed.
You tell me I am sassier than sassafras,
An unambiguous product of the land,
And that I keep you grounded.
Does that make me your earth, my love?
Benefitting from your warmth,
You melted my ice caps when I was numb to the core.
Growing from your glow,
Your light refracts,
Illuminating,
You brought to life the parts of me that were forgotten,
Allowing the caged soul to sing.
No matter how I stand, I can feel your presence,
Even when you’re far away,
Enveloping me, encouraging me
Your heat preserved in my atmosphere,
My very aura.
With you, I have become my best self.
The attraction is tangible,
Me pulled towards you, you pulled towards me,
An everlasting orbit,
A never-ending dance.
One without the other,
Just doesn’t make sense.
You are my sun.
I might be your ground.
In any galaxy,
Any universe,
I’d want you around.
It’s funny,
How meeting someone new,
Can redefine a concept
You thought you knew.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
The World's Times chronicled
Crusades and Fatawas,
Jihads and Inquisitions,
Coups and Genocides.
Such resourcefulness
The Construct.
Another Cathedral rises
In a destitute country.
Do-able
We're told
From the leader's lips
We'll always have the poor.
Uh huh! The poor!
That's what was said.
We can always put them to work,
And there won't always be work.
They'll need membership cards,
And birthings and burials,
Like always.
See the pyramids along the Nile
You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
Another temple
Will grow from
Rice paddies;
A synagogue,
A mosque will
Cinch tiles
On the backs of peasants.
I've had enough
Laundering by recluse
Single mothers,
By crooks posing as shepherds,
And Holy Wars
*so oxymoronic
cleanses too*
Any Divines
Benefitting from
Our labour and wages;
Our drachma, denarius and shegel,
Aren't worth the worship.
Yet the lenders are good
At getting their pound.
*Don't drop a coin
In a wishing well,
Pay cash for a mass
Where they'll ring your bell.
Choose a charity,
There's so many,
That need a
Pauper's Penny.*
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
A richest mother,
who let
her children suffer,
she is, a tallest
than a tallest Palm
and Dates trees,
For those
who are near,
her shadow is useless,
And those,
who are very far
benefitting massively.
It's my richest and,
a giant mother
Nigeria
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC
the trees can hide and conceal so much
with leafy branches and luscious life all around
but when the season changes
and suddenly what was so full of color
is now brown and on the ground
it makes me wonder
what makes the trees come back again
after being bare and dormant for so long?
what awakens them from their dreamy slumber?
what breathes life into their brittle branches
and makes them grow buds that blossom and bloom?
what keeps them from lashing out at those who break them?
what gives them the strength after missing the sun to decide
to restart the cycle of growth?
who dusts snow from their frozen frame and calls forth their tender buds of spring?
who recolors the leaves that grow fast and sure from there awaking branches
and makes them supple and sprightly once more?
why do they conceal their life behind a facade of frozen death and then
slowly emerge into full on life?
why do they go through the same cycle from life until death?
why do they allow others to live off of them and yet never ask for anything in return?
why do birds poke and jab at them and yet they still allow the nests
to be created between their branches?
why do they get chopped down and burned to death when all they were doing
was benefitting our world?
how can they remain in the cycle for so long and withstand so much,
and yet it's not too much for them to handle?
how can new life form from the death of another?
how can they add a new ring every year and still look and remain
the same young tree on the outside?
how can they stand still in the same spot until death
but yet dance with the wind?
what makes the trees come back again
more like who. . .
well he’s the same man, perfect like Ken,
that created me and you.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
To see the world
It opens your eyes
Experiencing cultures
And their way of life
No words can explain
The emotions can be much
To gain something new
And have a fresh outlook
Constant learning of different ways
Broaden your being
It grows you as a person
Humbled, grounded & joyous
Heat and dryness of the desert
The openness of the ocean
The world so vast and extraordinary
With so many things to offer
Music, food, traditions
So different yet the same
Benefitting worldly wisdom
With a great deal still to wander
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
I will stand up until my legs are paralysed
I will shout out to the every last breathe that i own in my body
I will fight as long as i want until people are tired and they had enough
I will conquer my fears and stand up like a stick with strong backbones
I will give people a benefitting reply until my blood is hot and red
I will live everyday like my last
I will write my words in rhyme and walk on the stairs of hope that is already broken
I will dance along to music of sorrow but i will survive
I will kiss my dreams and say hello to my present
I will my determination as my closest friend
I WILL
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Does it have to get worse before
it gets better?
are we going to
drown
before we grow gills?
or can we depend on each
other to lift us out
of the deepest ocean
we've ever swam in
Who is benefitting?
Who is angry?
Who is Dying?
Who is surviving?
Who is scared?
Who is speaking?
Why
are
there disparities? S P A C E S
between the
lives we want to live
and
the ways we are
shot in the
street
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
friends should be family without genetics instead of socially constructed relations benefitting the mind of your occupation.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
placed on the counter a letter of acceptance, for my brother, who I suspect my mother favors
a letter which I've already had, which is now in the past, and now it is his turn to take a chance
and I sit and ponder, with my wine, after showing...spite, in spite of myself
hating myself for not speaking highly of him, confused about how it is I can emerge, knowing that there is something inside of me burning, but the energy does not run on love alone, no, I rely on their support
bothered, hopeless, a prince, nothing is my own, the son of PHD's, working everyday, heavily, work as a way of life, climbing fossilized into the very spirit, the bone, the bone, the bone, to pursue or to desire something other than the hardest of work is frightening, is unknown,
an artist supported by business, working in tandem for years, perhaps the two couldn't work without each other, art in its arrogance and business in its modesty, or perhaps the other way around,
even a site called hello poetry, what of its business? I am not sure, what of its profits? not a clue, they could be benefitting off of every word I write, but I depend on their site to project my bits, my uselasssfullglossful sentiments, with notes at the end that gives one an opportunity to be fabulous
fabulous, fabulousness, entry, entress, prince, looking up at the twighlight, rescued by nothing, a rebel with something to lose, a bourgeois without room for entitlement, entitlement being the reward of bourgeois, or perhaps education alone, I can be grateful for
which brings me back to that acceptance letter, and my feelings of spite, then I spat, and I want to confess tonight, that I regret that
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
When courteous behavior,
-is demonstrative conception
public display not playing, serious
weform clouds
of knowing anonymous unknew as
we, the not good Babel was proposed
to end, or keep veiled in mystery
until the time prophesied,
new winds, new gyres, old loops
when no closed beneficence loops
are not disclosed, lids left ajar
to sufficient
audience.
Dunbar designators ding, we think
this
could become mirror neuronically
true…
Monkeys washing yams,
mimesis minds mime watch
studies map mean points in trends
watching work done was, yea, is as
we are
by our very virtue verily true man
knack with sense sharing, good
for most, bad for some, hero,
front and center, fully simultaneous
myelinated dual brain, instant ifey
whenever two or more agree, we
develop a documented ability, us
use, we used to think, words, we say if
is as if was, word users saying words
we obediently define, saying as
speaking used spelled orders
to put dhe, here, I stand,
to where I reach, I defend as
any carnally minded creature may,
- there's the fiction friction, say
- queue the answer, play the theme,
- remind the audience, we already
- know, this pattern, that trait, we seeing
- us as those same protected by standers,
- benefitting from good, despite gritty real,
- glittering like a Trump structure reality TV
2025
It is a fine sunny day in May, high in the Cuyamacas,
far from the mob-ilized defenders of JWST boundaries
on what we all may learn to be a bit in, a particle,
accelerated once past now to then when you read me
to assure one's self sense reflex
adrenal rush, to remain, alive
and kicking… to remain, resting easy,
atop a cake of congealed lipids
treading water, waiting
good sense
as common senses keep evolving,
as our means for making it increases.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 5:07 PM UTC
Many married women in America
Those with husbands payin ALL the bills
Are they getting more out of their marriage than their husbands are getting?
Are they benefitting more?
Are these wives getting the longer end of the stick?
Are they getting more out of the marriage deal than their husbands?
I ask these questions
My answer to them is
I think yes
Being able to have a roof over one's family's head in America comes with a high dollar, a high cost and for many husbands and fathers payin ALL the bills, a lot of work
Being able to feed oneself and one's love ones comes with high dollars if living in America and for many husbands and fathers, with much sacrifice (that is, if they are indeed working hard on the job; that is, if they are indeed making an honest income)
Many wives turn the other cheek, make excuses when their husbands come to them for love, for nurturing, for acts of respect, for nutritious home cooked meals i.e. breakfast (the most important one of the day), for a beautiful appearance comparable to or better than the one they offer to those in the public space, for lots of things
You can't turn the other cheek, make excuses, not go to work and still get paid
Many wives give more time and that of quality to their careers or paid jobs (Because their husbands make enough money, ones they don't have to have) and own interests than they do to their husbands, children, and family (leaving their homes and households disordered, improperly and inadequately attended to, dysfunctional; they choose my, me over ours, we)
Many wives who are also mothers are neglectful of their children, uncaring and unmotherly to them or less caring and less motherly than they're suppose to be or than what God who gave to them their children has required of them to be
They cheat their families - slack off on being a wife and slack off on being a mother
Many wives certainly in America are getting more out of their marriage than their husbands are getting
It's the wedded truth
Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 3:54 PM UTC
The Irish optical illusion
society are preparing to
launch a new spectacle for
20/20 which by all accounts
is going to deceive the nation
into a mirage mode that will
be similar in effect, to a Velux™
porthole in a dark staircase with
no handrail and uneven treads.
Tests have been ongoing in the
North Cork town of Mallow
where the local river reflects
by name, the most sombre
inhabited area of the republic.
Bono of U2 has been selected
to promote these boy focals.
A #MeToo spokesperson has
complained to the board of
equal opportunities, as have
the Irish Guide Dog Association,
both organisations are adamant
that they are not going to take
being kept in the dark, lightly.
An RTE weather reader spoke to
a Guardian journalist and explained
that while the rest of the world were
benefitting from Glow Ball Warming,
the population of Hibernia are being
neglected by the Universal temperature
increases that Greta Thunberg has been
advocating during her world wide tour.
From such a country of Catholic believers,
there has been a huge amount of dissenters
denouncing the disciples of carbon calamity
as hoaxers, satanists and latent pyromaniacs /˜
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 8:24 AM UTC