Cristo El-Salvador

Every day is lovely

But birthdays are special

Every day holds its goodies

But birthdays hold endless bounties

So here’s a tribute to THE ONE with whom we have to do

“For God so loved the world, He sent His only begotten son...”

Manger-born...gather ye; every man with his horn

Herod opposed, still; Bethlehem shook the world

Alas! Son of David

Thou wert birthed to earth

“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given...”

Manger-born, humblest of all

“...and the government shall be upon His shoulder”

Humbled that we be lifted

Impoverished for our wealth

Sickened for our health

“...and His name shall be called - Wonderful” 

First born of all humanity

First heir to all divinity

First Prince of all royalty

“...and His name shall be called Counselor” 

Only begotten of the GOD-entity

Before Him is no enmity

Before Him is all verity!

“...and His name shall be called - The MIGHTY God” 

By Him evolved alto, soprano, tenor and bass

By Him all things animate are particulate in mass

By Him every being living stays breathing-live via gas

“...and His name shall be called - The EVERLASTING Father”

HE alone gave and gives us cause to celebrate CHRISTmas!!

“...and His name shall be called  - The PRINCE of Peace”

HE alone is the reason for the season!!!

© iampapyrus #ff: @i_amPapyrus

Adios Monsieur MANDELA

When I think of Africa

I think beauty

When I think of Africa

I think grace and talent

When I think of Africa

I think pioneer spirit

When I think of Africa

I think of a rising GIANT

So here’s an ode to her heroes

The ones gone before us

Souls of honor who walked in golden toes

Persons who labored to the plus

They gave us strength to face our apartheid foes

Speaking of apartheid

I think of South Africa

When I think South Africa

I think Nelson Mandela

Here I stand – aghast in wonder

A tad frozen – stopping to ponder

How could one man rise so wise?

How could one man rise to shake the world?

One man born a fledgling just like all and sundry

One man with a heart and veins just like mine

How could one man rise to shake the world?

Spirit of candor

Soul of color

Embodied in valor

By all means, a man of honor

What song can I sing to you sir?

What poem can I write you sir?

What math can equate you to sir?

What logic can I reason by you sir?

A leader I will forever admire

A beacon from out of the bowels of Africa

You beckoned to us all, rousing in us a fire

An entire continent singing - Kumbaya

Till we meet again…adios Monsieur MANDELA

Africa names you her sweetest vanilla 

Signed

@i_amPapyrus

(on behalf of Africa and the world)

© iampapyrus #Twitter: @i_amPapyrus

NFF Where Is Keshi's Money

Linesmen checking their lines

Neither poetics nor yard vines

Yarded however, far better than mines

Assistants shan’t assist ants

Neither shall they oblige corrupt grants

They’re just assistants

Whistle blown

Whistle-blower off to a running spree

The one they call Mister Referee

*Game plays right through to ninety minutes…plus a lil’ extra*

Whistle-blower halted

The boys are exhausted

“Green-White-Green”; says the flag of victory tonight

No effort is wasted

****

Hey, Look!

Those NFF buffoons have eloped

Wait a minute!

Where is Keshi’s money?

© iampapyrus #ff: @i_amPapyrus

WARNING!!!

Let’s try something twisted

One day for the thief

Many days for the owner

A stitch in time

Safely deletes nine

Make hay while the moon glooms

Except of course if you’d rather not have your sun for a son

Save pleasantries for last

Reserve courtesies for never

Let’s be rude and irrational forever

Let the yabs do the blast

Take heed for creed

Even the strong and tall utterly fall

Beware and weary for balance

Lest you lose your savvy parlance

Distant futures eventually lose their bragging distance

Elusive pasts then return for prowl on freelance

Accents ascend bad manners

Decents descend fad banners

Presents present a tad tanners

Beware and weary for balance

Lest you lose your savvy parlance

Elusive pasts oft return for prowl on freelance

Distant futures eventually lose their bragging distance

© iampapyrus 
#ff: @i_amPapyrus

#NaijaNoDeyDull

Greetings from 21^st Century Nigeria

The all-time famous Giant of Africa

*Now for the long awaited, much anticipated "Situation Report"*

 *ahem*

ASUU? – ON strike!

ASUP? – ON strike!

Health workers? – Their salary no healthy!

Plane crash? – on the REGULAR!!!

Water? – We no get o!

Light(Electricity)? – E no dey?

                        

                          Wait o! UP NEPA!!!!

                          Awwww…na low current sha!?

But…

Moto-Car of plenty million for Aviation Minister? - #onpoint!                 

Plenty Million for Councilor, Senator, Governor? – E dey flow yanfu, yanfu!!!

  …

Area!!!!

Naija no dey dull!!!!

© iampapyrus 
#ff: @i_amPapyrus

"his-TORY"

You wanna know my story?

…Huh?

That man dem call; “Papyrus”

You really wanna know ‘HIS-story’?

Oya! Make I tell you small ‘his-TORY’! (Pidgin)

My history in-part

My family tree at heart

Same tree calls me Yoruba!

When my Yoruba has got a "Brazilian accent"

I speak Yoruba, but then, I sound more like “Yah-re-bah”

Whose fault I was brought up with Queen's English 'n all that ish?

   

    *shrugs*

*****

Ta-da!

*****

Ahem!

*****

...and that is the end of today’s history class people!

Make una stay tuned for more "his-TORY"...(Pidgin)

  *wide grin*

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

Panama

Always wanted to be a hero

Always hated ground zero

Stuns in puns, ink me le biro (french)

Sona needs her Le-chero

Send Scofield to Panama

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

Failure

Failure

'tis a word of a sound with negative allure

If and When happens, it adds some garlic-bittering spice to a cocktail that seemed so pure

Feeling like an illness to which there exists no cure

Shaking even the strong that thought of himself as to a stand(ce); so sure

Failure

Its practical experience, of however crude lustre

Hurts like a lady with bleedily-broken manicure

Feeling the pains of another with infested pedicure

Sad to say to worse pains this is a likely overture

Failure

It comes with power of a similitude as to that a witch did conjure

Thick-black and with such an oppresive power of admirable grandeur

One cannot but wonder of how and when such evil did occur

Or how a singular being, yet human, could such an enormous power procure

Thoughts or victimology of the resultancy, practically too great to endure

Failure

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

Truth 'n Youth

I am young

I am sweet

A pleasure to be with

Deep-in-thought

A mind of amazing capacities

On the flipside…

I can be vile

Embittered as bile

I very well can do crime

Cleanse me now by brine

I am young

Endless streams of energy flood my veins

Many before me have come

Many more before me have gone

My youth pants to consume me

These energies; they seek to overwhelm me

My youth, the world can raze

By my energies; earth is set ablaze

Yet…

I am weak

Thus, I reach to you

In my weakness ‘n slender; I surrender

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

Things We Do

The things we do

The words in frames we say

The whereabouts we are found at

The gifts, the presents we give and receive

The ones, the moments and more we come to cherish

The what's, why's, how's and where's

Questions that frame us

Competencies ne'er the same for us

Capabilities either neither; none cans't maim us

Our placidity

Our flaccidity

Our frailty

Our divinity; our pew

Our humanity; our hue

Our strength

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

Prince With G.O.D.

I once saw a movie

In it, the main act discovered he had cancer of the spine

I watched; scene after scene

As his body cried under restrictive subjection

All owing to the cancerous ailing wallowing in his spine

There once was a period in my life

Pessimism beclouded my judgments

Negativity encompassed my thoughts

Depression had me bound

The days ahead seemed non-existent

Far too many troubles stared me in the face at the then present

Then I came to the turning point

The point when the meaning of my name dawned on me

Of course I always had known this

This was more than different

‘Israel’ - ‘Prince with God’

It finally soaked up every iota of my being

There is no argument against the fact

As far as rendering the very best justice to my heaven-ordained assignment to humanity is concerned

There’s none but this one fellow who’s most suitably capable for the job

I have the support and backing of HIS EXCELLENCY

G.O.D. – Commander-in-Chief of all elements existent, be they physical or metaphysical

HE fabricated every inch of my spine

HE is the author of my end, beginning and prime

Scripture tells me I’m the branch; HE, the vine

And verily all universe knows HE epitomes divine

G.O.D. is for me

Why would any drunken dreamer wanna test me?

Amigos! Me sef wonder oh!

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

TWALE! ....[#theOverflo']

The serenity of the piano

The soothing rhythm of the guitar(s)

The spirit of the saxophone

Blend-in-tone by soul of the xylophone

Exclamations of the trumpet

Proclamations of the talking drum

The oriki that burps from the konga

The commanding metronome of the drums 
(drumset)

Some sultry vibrato

Plus some revolutionary falsetto

Stage all set

Come join me KABIYESI for the OLU-of-ORUN

Come join me give BABA a biggy-mighty TWALE!

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

CHINUA of AFRICA

I remember when I first heard of the book

Sad to say I never got to read it until late last year

"Hard to believe"; I can hear you echo from afar

Particularly for a "reader-fellow" like me

I read every other book on every shelf but this

"Things Fall Apart"
One of many other titles

The name always rang a million bells

One of Nigeria's finest...blazing 'em trails

Every candle burns with a flame

Every flame gets tossed of the wind

This candle did burn with a flame

The kind that spits grammar like Gamma

A linguist like no other

Novelist of covet like Rivera

Out of pitch-hue Africa rose an ICON

a LEGEND by every standard

a BEACON in every regard

Your soul rises to the great beyond

The universe sings you her sweetest verse

"CHINUA ACHEBE my beloved!

My sun, my son; thou didst do me proud";
Mother Africa mourns her favored son

You rocked Grammar Land

You brought honor to our land

Adieu Papa

Your works forever remain with us

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

Let's Talk 'BASICS'

Novels are fun
Autobiographies are true

Family is golden
Friends are a blessing

Success is sweet
Challenge is healthy

Thru' it all
Thru' my everyday

This I know of 'ME'

Music keeps me going
Poetry keeps me breathing




©iampapyrus
#ff: @i_amPapyrus

A Word With You Please...

I’ve heard talks about leadership

I’ve heard talks on followership

I have read about leadership

Just as I’ve read about followership

I’ve read about fatherhood

I’ve seen and been thru’ childhood

I have ideologies about fatherhood

I have experienced first-hand…childhood

What am I driving at?

Where am I headed precisely?

My ‘writership’

Your ‘readership’

My ‘writerhood’

Your ‘readerhood’

It’s not about me

It's not about poetry

It’s about us

Without us

There’d be no papyrus

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

i do POETRY

There's something I love to do
There's something I was created to do
There's something I most leisurely do
There's something I can't help but do

The name you call it, same I call it
We call it...they call it POETRY

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

Biko! Sip Small Courage

Worry this

Worry that

Worry here

Worry there

Mountain to Pillar

Pillar to Post

Biko! Sip small courage

Na only shikinni remain

Only a lil’ while longer

…and it’d all be over!

All for the greater good

BABA has bounties in-store

Of that I’m viva-sure!

©iampapyrus





#ff: @i_amPapyrus

Coudé.Cougar

Trying to make this work

Quit the act, be less a jerk

Swung off into thick jungle

Figs, twigs and digs of bizarre

Precisely what we are

The earlier the better

So permit me with pleasure to bar

Car afar, lest a drift too far

Coudé.Cougar

©iampapyrus





#ff: @i_amPapyrus

Gongo Aso!

Young lad hustler

Boy street struggler

Nothing but vernacular

Yung lad hussula

Boi strit struggula

Na so so vanakula

Olowo dey pass

Olowo dey fashi

Faaji ati kilishi

One day after today

Young lad go hammer

Better cloth for glimmer

Grammy go dey shimmer

Yung lad hussula

Gongo a so...

Gongo ma so!

RevV Thine Engines

So far, so good

Thus far have we come

Hungry for more tho' we got some

What holds beats 'em scolds

These molds; beets 'n folds

Thus far have we come

Thus far are we charged

God save the morrow

We ain't gonna laze

Mos def, we gonna blaze

You ain't seen nothing yet

(in Pa’s distinct vocals)

ANN [Artificial Neural Networks]

I've got a brain

Very much sane

You've got the same

So has Jane

Amazing capacities

Mind blowing abilities

Endless functions

Simulate that, shall we?

Mister Davies

Make hay, make pay

Make clay, sake say

Educate, then emanate

Emanate from distillate

Distillate for segregate

Blah, blah, blah…

“Blah-binz”

Anyways,

i.e. “Inothernews”

The yummy boil is savory spoil

Serve-in calorie foil

Serving Mister Davies

(..and his buddy Lewis)

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

#itsALLaboutPOETRY!

What canst I do?

Whence canst I go?

All I need do is ‘pen-to-paper’

Who said ‘money makes the world go round’?

They must’ve derailed a great deal

Music keeps me going

Poetry keeps me breathing

Forgive my uni-direction

Yield to my bias

Life is beautiful

…‘nd ‘tis all about POETRY

©iampapyrus

#ff: @i_amPapyrus

#random

A lil’ here, a lil’ there

So my mind drifts here and there

Swiftly swayed by the winds

You just might wanna tweet; “#random”

My world ‘n yours

Multiple differences in intercourse

My battle; self-preservation

My hustle; self-construction

Your struggle; self-imposition

On the morrow; I win

…’nd this no longer will read; “random”

#i-Pray!

First things first

At the wake of dawn

In the wee of day

I get in my knees and pray