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"udo" poems
*UDO (means 'peace' in Nigeria) What is in a name? Sometimes it is a story. Sometimes it is just a dream. ~~~~~ Your story began, as many stories do these days, "The men came and they... burned my village- ***** my girls- killed my husband- cut off my ******* I ran away- through the bush- found a ship- crossed the sea- and then they put me in here..." ~~~~~ I read your story, then had to put the book down- especially when I could see the woman with no name, a woman who had no papers to prove she was real, dangling from the rafters, chain gripping her neck in a breathless embrace; her feet swaying showing her nakedness, her paperless demise. You told how she peed herself at the end. Her once life a liquid puddle on the floor. And I couldn't read anymore, her image burned too brightly. Even tears could not ease the realization the cold-chained grip was more loving than living her life, than being forced to return home, facing the way every story began- "the men came and they..." ~~~~~ Your story didn't stop there, it refused to be quiet and held me close, as page after page revealed more of your life; made me question my humanity. ~~~~~ You gave me your secret, whispered it in my ear and asked, "would you cut off your finger for the likes of me"? "Would you dowse the flames of oppression with the redness of your blood?" "Would you fall on the enemies sword, let it rip out your beating heart"? "Would you give your all to change the world"? "Would you, would you?" ~~~~~ You gave me your secret, whispered it in my ear... You gave me your name. You gave me your story and more, you gave me a dream, a reason to live. ~~redzone (Aztec Warrior)1.18.2011 (as you can see, wrote this poem a few years ago using a different pen name)*
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
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*UDO (means 'peace' in Nigeria) What is in a name? Sometimes it is a story. Sometimes it is just a dream. ~~~~~ Your story began, as many stories do these days, "The men came and they... burned my village- ***** my girls- killed my husband- cut off my ******* I ran away- through the bush- found a ship- crossed the sea- and then they put me in here..." ~~~~~ I read your story, then had to put the book down- especially when I could see the woman with no name, a woman who had no papers to prove she was real, dangling from the rafters, chain gripping her neck in a breathless embrace; her feet swaying showing her nakedness, her paperless demise. You told how she peed herself at the end. Her once life a liquid puddle on the floor. And I couldn't read anymore, her image burned too brightly. Even tears could not ease the realization the cold-chained grip was more loving than living her life, than being forced to return home, facing the way every story began- "the men came and they..." ~~~~~ Your story didn't stop there, it refused to be quiet and held me close, as page after page revealed more of your life; made me question my humanity. ~~~~~ You gave me your secret, whispered it in my ear and asked, "would you cut off your finger for the likes of me"? "Would you dowse the flames of oppression with the redness of your blood?" "Would you fall on the enemies sword, let it rip out your beating heart"? "Would you give your all to change the world"? "Would you, would you?" ~~~~~ You gave me your secret, whispered it in my ear... You gave me your name. You gave me your story and more, you gave me a dream, a reason to live. ~~redzone (Aztec Warrior)1.18.2011 (as you can see, wrote this poem a few years ago using a different pen name)*
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Me sach dasa Kuj likhna nai c chanda But aj rukea ni ja reha Jis din da reliance wich dekhea he Mann bada bechen ** rakhea he Ohi halat dubara ** rahe Jis to me apne aap nu kad reha Tuci bade patle lag rahe c, jiwe kamjor ** gaye howo. Menu yakeen nai c ** reha ki tuci hi ** Me seriously rab to dua mang reha c ki ik wari dikh jawe nd tuci dikh gaye. No doubt pehla bi dua krda ha. But us din dua ne kam kita. Metho control nai c ** reha. Samj nai c a reha ki kara. Us din second time me apna hath marea c wall te. Nd mass fatt gea c mere hath da. Me apni wife nu keha ki gir gea c. First time udo marea c jado tuci first time roye c. Jis din tuci menu first time call krke bulaya c gurdwara sahib de samne. Us time hath bach gea c but is time mass fatt gea, Sorry disturb kita. Koshish krunga ki dubara kuj na likha.
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
Likhna nai c
Menu supne ande rehnde a Tere te ode ni Ohnu bhenchod nu sine te sulawe Tu har raat hanere ni Mera chehra nai ghumda Tere odo chaar chufere? Une matha chumea pehla? Ya hath chumme tere? Son nai dinde menu eh khyaal Sari raat ehi soch ke lang janda Ki kite pregnent ta nai hongai Aj eh kita hona Oh kita hona Dil te satt lagdi he Bus hanju nai ande, bcz show nai kr sakda hanju Udo ronda ha andro andri Menu apni galti di saz mil rahi he Nd me kush ha ki menu saza mil rahi he Saali fat jandi he Nd daily fatdi he
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
4-am
ghost now walks in the land where the living died the silent cry of innocent souls hunt the night. No more drums of war for the drummers were killed too. The night reek of blood the smell of dead bodies made love with the atmosphere. Who will mourn the dead? Who will sing the moonlight song? For the night is quiet and calm. © Jay.E. Udo
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
SILENT NIGHT
Udo t bada kendi c ki me viah ni krwana 1 saal Tere to baad wich viah hou mera Ta *** kyu mere to oehla munda lab lea? Kyu viah krwaya mere to pehla? Ki mere naali jyada pyar karn lag *** he us nu?
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Jyada pyar