FOR US MEN

I read about Greats like Alexander,
Who conquered but died with open. palms and nobility
Men like,
Jesus and Muhammad
Peace be upon them,
Who stood on truth and justice
Even when they were met with hostility,
Men, who stood for something.
But,
The men I see,
Are just a bunch of,
Homo Sapiens bouncing around with testicles between their thighs,
Who only take pride in how many
Times they end up between thighs.

I've learned that history is written in two colours:
The ink of the scholars and the blood of martyrs
But the men I've seen,
Only one colour matters:
Green.
I mean, green as in beer bottles,
I mean, green as in trees and benjamins to squander,
As if Rockefeller can spend his Benjamins from 6ft under.
Sometimes I wonder,
If people ever stop to ponder,
That these things they cherish,
In a flash, Death is going to put asunder with that squeeze!
And You won't be able appease with all your benjis, trees, your "Fresh boy" tees.
And Snap! Your name reads, "deceased".

I look hard to find men with a cause like Malcolm's, Fela's,or Mandela's,
But the men I see,
Are first in line for talk,
And last in line for sacrifice!
Wimps outside,
Who be Muhammad Ali'ing their women inside,
Fresh and fly on the outside,
And wimps on the inside.

But still,
Still,
There are men,
Men who would live and die on nobility,
When who would stand on truth and justice even all they get is hostility,
Men, who would be first in line for talk and sacrifice,
Men,
Real men.

They say boys will be boys,
But I say boys better dump their toys and grow up.
Because boys stay dreaming,
While men stay awake, scheming.

I ask you,
What are you?
Man or male?
Do you even have a destination,
Or are you driving down the road called "Epic fail"?

So this, is my Public Service Announcement:
Men wanted, apply "up there".
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A Tale Of a Mother And Her Son

This is a story most of you might have read, but I think I should share it.

"My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, 'EEEE, your mom only has one eye!'

I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, ' If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?'

My mom did not respond… I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, 'How dare you come to my house and scare my children!' GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!'

And to this, my mother quietly answered, 'Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,' and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbours said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

'My dearest son,

I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,

Your mother."

Now think about this. Are you in anyway guilty? How much appreciation do you show? Is it enough? Ask yourself these questions. Most of us, guys especially, think its "not cool" to hug or even kiss our mums in public, or even at home! Well guess what? They love it!

Do it while you still have the chance. Some people would do anything to bring their mothers back for just a hug. Do it now. Don't procrastinate. If she's close, hug her and tell her you love her. If she isn't, grab your phone. Call her and tell her. She might think you just want to ask for money (most of us call only when we need money), but make her know you mean it. She will smile all day, trust me.

Peace
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THE INVISIBLE MAN

I awoke to a glorious morning with a granted wish,
A wish to see, but not be seen,
To hear, but not to be heard,
But still,
I wished to be able to feel,
It was a ghostly wish,
To be the invisible man.
For just a day,

With my To-do list in mind,
One I made from the days I knew my waste left from my behind,
The places I wanted to go,
The Banks I wanted to go broke,
The Government secrets I wanted to know.
Many things to explore,
But first, I had to see my friends,
Give them a little more than they could comprehend.

I met them talking and laughing like always,
And then, one of them looked at me,
Through me,
Beyond me,
And asked about me,
It felt like their hearts flipped from flesh to stones.
And as they spoke, in cold hush tones,
Their speared words pierced every inch of my flesh and bones.
And they spilled, like they knew I was there,
And wanted me to hear,
I came to show them more than they could comprehend,
But instead,
I got as much as I could comprehend.

And when I had drank to my fill what they had spilled,
I left,
With my heart cleft,
Asunder,
The bits glued together by words to ponder.

And just then, I saw her face,
That face that always beamed with light,
That face that always carried a smile,
That was all I knew about her, her smile.

But there was more,
Her doctor said her body would lose the war,
In about five months or four,
With her cancer which started merely as a sore.

When I learned this was her fate,
I admired her faith,
Because she still wore a moonlit face,
With all of her pain hidden with no trace.

The places I wanted to go,
The banks I wanted to go broke,
The Government secrets I wanted to know.
None of it mattered anymore.

And now that I've become visible,
I know the people to treat right,
I've learned of the silent battles we fight,
And most importantly,
I've learned of the power of a simple smile.

But know,
That its two more wishes to go,,
So remember me when your door squeaks,
Remember me before your mouth leaks,
I might be watching, listening.
Because I, am the invisible man.
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Divine Love (Main)

This poem was written by Ebere Arafah @sisi_beela. I hope you guys like it like I did and get to the very depths. Enjoy.


"What more can a human ask for,
Than to have the Creator as your friend?
The Creator of the Heavens and the Earth.
Who Knows everything living and breathing,
Who knows everything wanting and seeking,
Who knows our actions before, during and after,
The Creator knows every display of Emotion ..

Nothing more but the constant show of Appreciation,
And the deepest sincerity in our actions,
Is all that is commanded,
So If human love makes you feel underrated,
Remember a love that can't be explained,
Wonderful,
Fulfilling
And is never Overrated.
Open your mind To understand,
Release Your inner most desire and Be, In the Constant Remembrance of the Creator,
Never judging,never mocking, Never misguiding the created.
We fail only because in the midst of our praises and duas,
We still underestimate the greatness of the Creator in our actions,
So what more can a human ask for?
What more can You ask for?
So in My pain I remember Him,
In my happiness I remember Him,
In my frustration, I never forget His Presence closer to Me
Knowing All that I'm going through,
What More Can I ask for Than be a Friend of the Creator?"
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Home

Just found a poem I wrote some months back. Hope you guys like it

"Home, according to the dictionary,
Is where one lives permanently,
Especially, as a member of a family, or household.
But home, according to my dictionary,
Is not a place built with of walls of stone.
Not a place to retire to when the day grows old,
Its not a place to sit before your little box of contradiction to kill your boredom,
Its not even a sight to behold!

Home, to me, is where I can have conversations,
Between me, myself and I, with zero intrusions.
Where my deepest secrets roam free, naked and exposed,
Like our fore-parents roamed with no clothes.
Where nobody judges me but me.
Where I'm the prosecutor and the defendant with just me to oversee.

Truth be said,
No matter how far I've fled or will ever flee,
I'm always within home's reach,
Like running the endless breadth of the beach.

And like the saying goes,
There's no place like home,
Truth is, I never leave home,
And strangely, I've never seen home,
I just, feel home.
It might sound now like there's a leak in my cranium,
But what matters is, I know home.
Because home, is what keeps me living,
Its where I pump the bright, thick fluid of life,
Home is where my heart resides,
Home, is my heart,
Home, is my heart,
Home, is my heart.
You are welcome to my home,
Feel free to roam,
And if you aren't cool with the rules of the dome.
Then please, just roll!"
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