"oke" poems
b'ęránko bà p'égbá nigbò, kiniun lolori wøn
b'ęiyę p'øgøfa l'ødan așa l'øga gbogbo wøn
b'øba p'ęgbęrun laiye, ønirisha ni baba wøn
b'obinrin ti pøto laiye, iwø motunrayo ni mø yan layo
ifę rę n'pa mi bi øti
oyi ifę rę n'kømi o mu mi lotutu
gbogbo ara mi ngbøn bi ęni w'ędo
b'oba føwø rę kanmi , arami aya gaga
ololufe mi apønbeepore
o'nfa øfun ni kij'ęran pe lęnu,
ohun mi k'in wa ę m'øya , irinajo niøję
nișęju ișęju løkan mi fa si ę
ololufęmi abęfę, ibadi aran awęlęwa
ęwa rę tan bi mønamana
otan kaari aiye, omu imøle wasayemi
ofimi løkan bale, aiya mi o ja ęru o si bamimø
ifę rę mumi rinri ajo ayø
omumi de ebute idunnu ati alafia
mowoke modupę løwø eledua
to semilanu nigba ti mo șe awari ifę rę
bi ewe ba pę Lara oșę, a ma d'øșę
ekurø lala b'aku ęwa
bi inu ba șè șì, aworan rę lowa ni bę.
iwø ni monifę julø .
mawo ariwo øja rara.
mașe da awøn ęlętan løhun
iru ifę wa yii lowu wøn
ifę at'oke l'atørun wa.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
Berikut adalah percakapan antara aku dan aku;
Aku bertanya, apa itu self love ?
Mencintai diri sendiri jawabku.
Bagaimana bentuknya ?
Mencintai dan menjaga diri sendiri.
Bagaimana spesifiknya kalau boleh tahu ?
Merawat diri sendiri baik dari tubuh, pikiran, dan hati.
Bisa beri detail lebih jelas mengenai merawat tubuh, pikiran, dan hati ?
Tentu saja.
Dari tubuh,
Jika engkau ingin mempercantik dirimu tetapi benar benar untuk dirimu. Bukan hanya sekedar konsumsi publik semata agar engkau dianggap kualitas super hanya dari fisik. Maka, lakukanlah.
Dari pikiran,
Oke ini level dua. Sulit.
Kau harus pandai mengolah semua pikiran negatifmu. Cobalah ubah menjadi sebaliknya, rasa takut kau ubah sebagai rasa penasaran menghadapi suatu hal, singkirkanlah logis yang terlalu mengedepankan ego sejenak, ajak pikiranmu tenang lalu coba bawa ia ke tempat yang luas.
Dari hati,
Sulit. Karena mungkin sejatinya sifat tiap kamu kamu itu terefleksi dari sini. Tinggal pilih, mau babak belur mencoba lebih baik atau nyaman di tempat kotor ?
Kalau ini caraku.
Cobalah untuk selalu berbuat kebaikan, banyak orang yang akan sering berkata kamu nanti terlalu naif, munafik. Halah, persetan dengan itu semua. Jalani hidupmu sendiri sendiri, senang itu tergantung kita bukan orang lain. Kita yang putuskan mau senang apa tidak.
Coba lihat, karena apa ?
Ego mereka sulit diolah, atau bahkan sudah diracuni oleh ego sendiri ?
Apapun itu, aku turut berduka untuk mereka.
Intinya berbuat baik, tidak hanya kepada makhluk hidup saja.
Alam jangan dilupakan.
Kau itu sama sama ciptaan-Nya, bukankah kalau saling sayang kita akan selalu tenang ?
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
Have you ever woke with the illusion?
Today you fuse the fusion?
Thus everything is sweet
But ….
By the time
The sun goes down
Into your cage
You will retreat
Moments of lucidity
Plague the true validity
Of a mind maligned and broke
Quick …
Catch the Keeper of the Key
Omniscience for all to see
For this here life is NOT a joke
I
Poke
I
Choke
I sometimes Stroke
But all to no avail
The monkey chatter's constantly
In his universal veil
What to do?
Where to go?
How to fight his hold?
Maybe …
In another life
My existence will be told
I know you see my weakness
As a blanket
Safe and warm
But…
Have YOU been in monkey’s meadow?
When the bees begin to swarm?
**H u m m i n g
B u z z i n g
H u m m i n g**
Bedlam in my brain
Frantic and frenetic to board this Honey Train
Traversing peeling papers
Unconnected on the floor
I now accept what fate beholds me
I am but a prisoner of war
Please ….
Take my hand
Please …
Soothe my soul
Please …
Keep ME safe from ME
And when I live my brand new life
I will be your devoted devotee
I will pick you flowers every day
Born of wild stock
We will live and love so merrily
Souls will interlock
And if you feel a little down
I will gently take your hand
Soothe your soul
Keep you safe
In my silken meadowland
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 7:28 AM UTC
*currently poland has a catholic conservative organising party of power, which means you'll get great pop hits like: africa by t.o.t.o. in clamour karaoke format... kara oke... new form of hara kiri... get that ******* mike into the wheat fields and bury it! so inventing new japanese phrasing... KARA OKE means plagiarising a song so so hard, that arteries start bulging out of your neck... which makes sense to never spot it on opera singers... because they're bubbly bubbles phat... pass me the hairbrush... i'm about to shing in the singing cubicle of running water.*
there's a reason why
rock stars et al.
are famous...
they're basically crowd
control, crowd control
stewards, pacifiers
of the mob who have
a guillotine hidden
under one girl's skirt...
and aristocrats don't like
that... no precious...
so now in encore all together:
CLAP IF YOU'RE HAPPY
CLAP HAPPY CLAP IF YOU'RE HAPPY;
****** my pants i did,
thinking it out... feels good
to not feel jealous about
such professions designated a stage
and a thank you speech,
but oddly enough such crowd
control professions attract the biggest
dross of jealousy...
while the one hundred and ten year old
sikh guy keeps jogging, at his age so fast,
that his turban falls off...
no one's jealous of him;
he's got twenty great-grandchildren
and i'd rather be jealous of that...
the definite concentration of mortality
extending into a comparative blink of a god.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
I am a soul
with a formidable character
with a haven-piercing eye
a heart made of a *** of gold
I am a king
with everlasting authenticity
with a roar of a lion
fearless, like a peacock's feathers
I am audible
with an aroma filled with audacity
strange oke living in simplicity
with a mind travelling in Paradise city
I am a child of God
born of the Holy Spirit
in thine I bow in obedience
thus attitude of gratitude is lived.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
SInful
Creatures of
Primal
Passion that
Envoke a
Love
Beyond
Mortal
Rapture
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
i am not insignificant
i am worth it
i am not stupid
i am not blind
i am not ugly and unwanted
my efforts were not for nothing
my pain is justified
my feelings are real
i am not over-exaggerating
i am not taking it too far
i am not selfish
i am not attention seeking
i am not alone
i am not useless
i am not a bad person
i am just a little br
oke
n.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
He was a boy becoming a man
He was a boy with dreams
He was a boy who had life in him
He was a boy who had love to give.
He was a designer
He was a youth
He was a creative
He was the truth
Oke wanted to live
Oke wanted a good life for his mum
Oke wanted a good life for his brother
Oke wanted a good life for his lover
So much love to give
So many more memories to make
So many creatives to build
So much history he could have made
Oke was a man
A man who died a boy
A handsome boy, we will never know how handsome he would have been as a man.
Oke wanted to take over the world
He was designing his own life with everyone he loves by his side.
Now, where is Oke?
Where is his spirit?
Where is his creativity?
Where are his emotions?
Where is his smile?
He said "Nigeria won't end me"
One
Two
Three
Nigeria became the end of him.
Gone to the ground, never to be remembered by the world just by those who truly love him.
Where is Oke?
Bury him in Satin
Bury him with the winds
Let his flesh touch the sands and his spirit land in the lord's hands
Let his dreams die
Let his love die
Let his smile die
Let him rest
Where are you, Oke?
Let me come with you
Maybe then I would rest just like you
Let's meet for the first time amongst the sand
Let's shake hands and play in the dark
Where are you, Oke?
A Handsome boy never to be a man
Sleep well Okay? Oke.
When my mind began to cloud
I began thinking out loud.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
*kankerlijer
klootzak
met een halve maan op je gezicht
het is goed bedoelt
als dat het minder erg moet maken
maar nee
het enige wat ik nodig had
was een grijntje begrip
een beetje respect misschien
nu is het al gebeurt
gezegd en gedaan
zal ik jouw gezicht liever niet meer zien
of krijg ik zin om te slaan
sorry oke
maar zonder traan
oprechtheid ver te zoeken dan
is het voorbij
niet meer dichtbij
het is gedaan
klootzak
en nog bedankt voor de argwaan*
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
Even in the shards of a
b r oke n
mirror,
you are still beautiful to me
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
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it ain't broke
it ain't broke it
ain't broke it ain't
broke it ain't broke
it ain't broke it aint
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it ain't broke it aint
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it ain't broke it ain't
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broke it ain't broke it ain't
broke it ain't br oke it ain't broke
it ain't broke it ai n't broke it ain't br
oke it ain't bro ke it ain't broke
it ain't broke
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
Peace or dark words that pollute the air,
Observe the Knowledge of creativity and the imaginations for the world to share.
Evolve with the meditation of words to strengthen your mind,
Tome a secret place where you can hide and have your adventure of words to build that you can’t find.
Rejuvenate the art that you create in your mind to paint the world of new life and energy that you bring,
Yoke words that brings people in this world together to reunite peace and love because poetry is everything.
By Jacob Cuadro
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
GBEGBELEKU
GbeGbeleku can never dance, the tune of bata seem silent too his feet, his dansiki made of the grate aso oke says no to the wind when she blows.
Omele from the rear thunder boldly whom changes the steps of men and takes them to the surrealistic world seem powerless in his ears.
Gangan the hopeful one a lion of sound
who speaks the truth to the one with the gifted ears
Giving the body strength like never before, with saworoide he gives his cap, still he gives no interest.
Oh Oh my sekere with your million babies you make no difference
To the company of truth.
Oya on the chirot of the gods tells me you lost hope in humanity
But you I ask if not for anything at least for the strength used in invoking the gods take a step make that change.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
what is it I carry
that is throwing me this way
a personal belief
I couldn't bury in the haze
the smoke's the only thing
that showed me where I want to be
a step ahead of lonely
and a wave above the sea
I'm not a haunted being
like I thought I always was
it turns out we are nothing
but the end of what's become
and I am ever sorry
for the purposeless divide
I know you couldn't feel it
but I kept you like the time
the pieces of forever
couldn't possibly ignore
the thought of this not ending
was a plague that wanted more
than we had ever given
for we thought the night would bend
with you and I together
in a plausible pretend
the seers and the doers
are supposed to be the same
without a doubt collateral
for everything we claim
I laid you out in fragments
and began to learn your soul
I'm not the type of person
who will ever let you go
I'll try to find a way
for all the seasons that we sing
today it feels like autumn
but tomorrow will be spring
and I will ask the rain
to introduce me to your hands
so I can fall asleep
before I touch another man
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
Ik heb wat testjes afgenomen,
wilde bepalen welke dromen
mij het beste klaar kunnen stomen
voor een leven in de bomen.
Ik stem, studeer en ben het bos
verloren, staar en veer op
van het bed, wens terug los
te zijn, zoek vrijheid en een job.
Ik, wie ben, ik, boe, wie ben ik, moe.
Wie ik ben, is wat ik doe,
niet minder, meer, niet zeer,
toch op zoek. Want wat was nu ook weer
de clue?
Ach juist, ik was op zoek,
naar wie mij kan definiëren.
Ik heb een onuitstaanbare nood
aan vastleggen wie ik ben,
het is geen aanrader, 'k zou het niet
proberen.
Ik wil vertrouwbaar zijn, betrouw
me gauw en ik zal horen,
ik ben als luisteraar geboren.
Ook lief en accepterend,
de armzaligen verwerend,
doch lachend uit, oordelend,
liefst de taken verdelend.
Dat ben ik, Daan, de ambassadeur
van buzz, plezier en lachen
bezorgen aan de cohorte
is mijn favoriete forte.
Zeg ik allemaal zelf, rapportage
is onbetrouwbaar onderzoek,
ik blijf blijkbaar blij mijzelf verschuldigd
te zeggen wie ik ben
en is dat een probleem?
't Is dat ik vanonder zoek.
Voor mij een beetje maar van bovenaf is
dat allemaal oke.
Vanaf morgen zeg ik nee
wil ik minderen
die letters zinderen na
en daarom zeg ik ja
wanneer ik liever
afwijs.
Het is een zwakte als
pas gelakte nagels
later wordt het mooi,
voor nu is het een zooi
tot het droogt
en het poogt
alles te
verbeteren.
Dat ben, was, word ik later
een zeveraar een prater
een typer, een tikker,
getikt, jouw type, cherry picker.
Ik eet de kersen op jouw taart
wanneer je moederdag verjaart
eet de olie van jouw dom
de spookjes uit jouw kom
Ik ben veel en ook een vraat
ik schrok zelfs terwijl ik praat
tijdens de film
god wat zou ik mezelf
ambetant vinden
als ik mezelf niet was
Daarom kan ik niet om met mensen die niet anders zijn,
ik zou ze verwensen maar dat is niet mijn
manier van werken
ik tolereer ze, laat liefst niet teveel merken
van mijn afgrijzen, afschuwelijk plezier
als ik zie *** pijnlijk op een kier
de deur staat
naar vergetelheid.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
When people ask me to tell them about myself
to tell them who I am
I always tell them I’m not good in that, to just ask me what they want to know
but
actually
I just don’t know
I just don’t know who I am
who am I?
I just want someone to say to me I see who you really are
but how could anybody say that
when I don’t even know who I am anymore
I always wanted to be that girl I used to be the one who always laughed
but now I don’t know if that was ever true
people think I’m that girl now
but it’s just an act
it’s just because I don’t want to be the person who always isn’t oke the person they worry about
I really feel alone because I just can’t talk to anyone about these things
I need to talk about soo much
and to take the mask off to let the real feelings out
but it just goes natural as If my real feelings are fake and the fake ones real
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
Boy that I mean
Who I interested
He cool and cold
Yes.
Complete.
Somehow he makes me fill in his situation, in his world
Somehow I lost it
Somehow I don't understand what to do with him
How grateful, we get 'time' that
Unexpected we did together
So, I promise will do anythings with heart never want to fail and keep confident..
That 'cool boy' ; drug of life.
Why? Can you describe what thing or person can make you more wide and friendly to be?
I choose him ( one of many things)
He isn't my ambision, just like my qoute hanged in wall.
Every day I read it, see it, and fill me.
Oh yah, he just like pathogens inject my receptor antibody.
Oke that's already flat.
Bye for prepare anygoodbyes.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
i'm sorry
that i tried
to give
up my liFe
I'm sorry
that i bRoke
more than
i could know
i'm Sorry
That i need
to feel
Like i'm free
i'm sOrry
that i Vowed
to nEver
let you down
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
Deception and lies, lies
amongst us, within us
causing cracks from disappointments
breaking our souls, holes created
we, you and me
have seen the devils
the evils as different as they
we have seen
within we carry them
piled pieces of hearts and emotion
noted is we all
are broken some broke and
feel left out
we all do
broken, didnt start with you
we thy all broken souls
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
that day
My alarm goes off, brainfogg turns on
Just 10 min more and i’ll feel oke, eeuhm not stop telling that lie to yourself
Get out of bed, get dressed
Black spots everywhere, just sit and don’t faint
Keep telling yourself you’ll be owkey
Wondering should i visit the doctor? everything hurts i don’t think that's normal
Ow right i have fibromyalgia
They tell me i have to accept that, that you have to learn to live with it and don’t fight it
Yeah tell me i’m depressed
Easy said isn’t it
You can go home just made a lot of money for what ?
For telling me i’m never getting better, just hope you don’t get worse
For telling me i’m depressed and i just have to accept
For telling me to change my hole life; stop working, stay to the same routine but when i ask you how that is even possible without money etc you don’t have an answer
How can i accept something i never wanted
How can i accept something that makes everyday so ******* hard
How can i accept something that hurts me all the time
It’s like telling someone to accept their abusive partner that hurts them everyday
Don’t tell me i need to stop fighting it!! because the moment i stop fighting it i’ll stop fighting the urge to make an end to it all
And don’t compare my pain to a pain you had when you walked for hours and whit a heavy backpack and your shoulder started to ache and you could think away the pain.
I dont have the energy to think away the pain every ******* second of the day
But you are right about one thing: yes i am depressed i’ve been that way for a long time now
But you were the first person to ever tell me that. the first person where i dropped my act and you didn’t do **** about it.
I told you i rather wanted to be terminally ill than to have this and you just told me to accept it
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
when they tell you, "don't fall in love with a poet," mark their words.
poets love differently than most. we feel differently than most.
we fall in love with words as we trace their outline onto your bare skin.
we fall for prose, not people.
we'll dream about what it's like to lose you before you're ever gone.
we romanticize loss.
a heart inflicted is a powerful tool and the passion that flows through our bodies fuels our writer's hand.
melancholy was gifted to us.
we express our thoughts best when we write them down
as we write you off with nothing left to say.
we will leave you br oke n.
"don't fall in love with a poet," they warn,
"you'll only ever be their muse."
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC