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TECHNOLOGY……
Technology grows.
As the day goes.
Though some homes uses the broom.
But mine uses vacuum.
Gone are days of town criers,
Awhile ago, people share flyers.
Now fast and swift.
Can information cross barriers.
Talking of a machine mould,
Compared to a manual mould.
What you do for several days,
Can be done within a day.
Who on earth can lift a car?
Even those on drug, can only try.
For technology as heard your cry.
The jack lifts all, with a care.
Great pleasure,
Has technology brought.
For a room could be so hot,
But technology turns it into a freezing hall.
In medical world,
You are like ‘sagging’ of the fashion world.
For gone are days.
When people die of pains.
For days gone by, are for piggy banks.
But right now, we go for online banks.
For they are more safe,
But yet to be free from crime.
Full of advantages.
But not without disadvantages.
With this truism.
Technology is not left going.
As whole shoyinka rightly said,
In his creative death in the dawn.
‘’That there are wrathful wings.
Of man progression’’.
Requesting a slap from ones clerk.
For him, it’s a corn.
In a lions den.
But for robots, a fish in a dogs front.
Replacing snail-bat things,
With the tortoise-horse things.
So great indeed!
Have you helped.
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SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGy!
Technology grows
As the day goes.
Though some homes uses the
broom.
But mine uses vacuum.
Gone are days of town criers,
Awhile ago, people share flyers.
Now fast and swift
Can information cross barriers?
Talking of a machine mould,
Compared to a manual mould.
What you do for several days,
Can be done within a day.
Who on earth can lift a car?
Even those on drug, can only try.
For technology as heard your cry.
The jack lifts all, without a care.
Great pleasure,
Has technology brought.
For a room could be so hot,
But technology turns it into a
freezing hall.
In medical world,
You are like ‘sagging’ of the
fashion world.
For gone are days
When people die of pain.
For days gone by are for piggy
banks.
But right now, we go for online
banks.
For they are more safe,
But yet to be free from crime.
Full of advantages
But not without disadvantages.
With this truism
Technology is not left going.
As wole shoyinka rightly said,
In one of his presentation.
That there are wrathful wings
Of man progression.
Requesting a slap from ones
clerk.
For him, it’s a corn
In a lions den.
But for robots, a fish in a dogs
front.
Far indeed,
Has technology helped?
For replacing snail-bat things,
With tortoise-horse things.
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Abiku speaks..... sickle cell patient
Let me go, for I’m in pains
COS I’m guilty not,
In this case.
COS all these, are your own faults.
Am not as wicked as you think,
for I also
Wish to stay as other babies
do
Only for you, to
Have denied me, the right to
do.
I tried pleasing you, b’cos
Staying a week is a difficult
task.
I wonder whom you lent your
ears.
Cos all this, has Mendel said.
Far down early 1880s,
But it’s a pity, people still fall
victims, till late 1990s.
Always will I keep to the soil,
b’cos
I have no strength, to endure
the pains
All your claims are correct
not
For I challenge you, to show just
One, of those who came back not
With their two ears
fit
I will only stay,
If you do as the doctor says,
“Check your rhesus and your
genotype”
“Before stepping into
marriage”.
But, if you yield not to
warnings
Then, in vain will nine month
be.
For, in my royal gourd,
Will I abide!!!
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Me myself and i
For I myself,
Believe in myself.
For I love to stand by the book shelf.
In order to read some nice stuff.
Yoruba is my lineage.
I’m seen by my image.
And am called by my real name.
Buying things, I buy not fake.
I aim to be among the greats.
For one of my saying, says,
“Pays to be popular than being famous’’
Cos, famous people could be no-torious.
People say am pretty shy
That a time, I wish to cry.
Cos, I know I do try
To hide that, am really shy.
I’m a Muslim,
For my religion is, Islam.
So, pock meat is an haraam.
But I’m free to dine on ram.
I wish to be a doctor
So that youngsters can see me as a mentor.
I love teaching as a Professor.
For all that are great, are my mentor.
People don’t really know me,
So, this is to tell who I be.
For I prefer being a Lewis’ base,
Than to be a bronsted’s base.
Ridwan is my real name.
Olyrid is just a nick name.
You better know before it’s too late,
For I involve not in a criminal case.
My advice for you in life is this:
Serve you GOD, when not in pains
For in good health a person fails,
But calling unto him when soaked in pains.
Olyrid4real,
Is my yahoo mail.
I’m dark, friendly and a little tall.
And all I love is winning soul.
For all I hate, is the “big boys” style.
Cos “sagging” is what they like.
For all I do, it’s my own style.
So if you like, you can be my type!
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Journey through the world,
Is of two, golden doors!
Walk ing through,
Is slim, too short!
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Men power produce no good
order.
Our fun, need be God-govern!
For God confer joy on whom;
He prefer or deem!
We need remember God; by
every form.
Check on God,
Reckon, ween of God,
depend on God, for every hope!
For our keen-hope on God.
Never ebb!
(For the heads or tails contest)
.
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MY JOURNEY TO THE POEM CITY!
………………… WHY I QUIT SINGING
FOR POETRY!!
I HAVE LOVED THE PEN FOR LONG!!
EVEN THOSE DAYS; WHEN YOUNG!!
IT ALL STARTED BY MY TONGUE!!
THAT LOVES COMPOSING SONGS.
I HAVE IMPRESSED, BOTH OLD AND
YOUNG!
WITH, ALL MY WRITTEN SONGS.
BUT, MY GROWTH IN MUSIC!
WAS STOPPED, BY SHY PHYSIQUE!
I KNEW; I WASN’T BOLD!
COS FACING CROWD; I WOULD
RUN COLD!
BUT I SAID; MY THOUGHTS WONT
BE SOLD!
SO, I WROTE ON, BUT KEPT THEM
IN FOLDS.
ONE POETRY MANUAL CAME AS
GIFT!
WHICH, GAVE ME AN UPLIFT!
I TRIED REMOLDING SONGS!!
BUT WASN’T EASY; FOR TIME
LONG!!
‘’JUNGLE JUSTICE’’ WAS THE POEM,
THAT LED ME INTO THIS PATH!
WHILE ‘’ABIKU’’ WAS MY FIRST,
THAT I TRIED, FROM THIS IMPACT!
WRITING TO ME, IS NOW FUN!
COS ON ANY SUBJECT; I SHINE LIKE
SUN!
WORD SELECTION; IS MY RUN!
COS FROM SONG; I WAS BORN!
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little fly! Little fly!!
Flying up into the high sky.
If not for science’s
theories; man wouldn't be able
to fly!
But for you, little fly; Flying is not
a task, to cry!
Though some insects can also fly!
But reach not into far sky!
Man flies; by great study, cos
none does, in great hurry!
I wonder, if men aren’t able to
fly!
How will they reach, a far
country?
Cos their ability to fly; Is a life
changing discovery!!!
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My happiness,
lies, in my merriment!
My happiness,
lies, in my commitment!
I'm happy,
when in good health; i'm not
lacking!
I'm happy,
when in contest; i'm not losing!
Always happy,
to see the green field ever grow!
Always happy,
to see the blue stream ever flow!
I get happy,
when people see me, as not a
foe!
I get happy,
when i'm embraced from head
to
toe!
As happiness treasure!
Comes from one's pleasure!
I reduce my work pressure!
By writing at my leisure!
Always happy,
that most times; i'm always busy!
Always happy,
that; i'm not known to be lazy!
I'm also happy,
when my dad, is in his smiling
mood!
I'm also happy,
when my mum, is serving the
food!
I'm happy,
that my parents, are proud of
me!
I'm happy,
that you all, also loves me!
For the Carol brown, being
happy's
contest.
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P- pernicious injustice,
terrorism perseverance and
E- ethnical intolerance
A- are in no way the
solution to the
C- continual and
persistence global,
E- economical incongruity!
This
O- only serves as means to
terminate the tranquil
N- nature of our global co-
existence!
E- living soul needs to
embrace one
A- another and also respect
one another in views, ways
and in our personal
R- religious beliefs.
T- this is a sip from the sea
of ways by which,
H- homo-sapiens could live
ever after in amity!
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