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Fantasy Of My Dreams

I am drousing
in my dream
the muses
are singing.
Uncle J.P;
in my sleep
that Agbor girl
still dances.
Over there,
the Sirens;
they are
humming,
and my ship,
I think
it is sinking.
.
Oh, Orpheus
where art
thy music?
Who else could
lure me from
the charm of
the Sirens
if not my
sweet Jami?
The girl that I see;
the fantasy
of my dreams.
.
Oh Tutuola
art thou sober?
together let us
visit the land
of the dead,
and capture death,
and put him
in his Hell,
I promise to be
your new tapstar,
I was also born
in a bush of ghosts.
May we reap from
what we had sown.
People really
don't kno life,
till they stare death
right in the eyes.
I want to live
the right life
so I can have my
place with Christ.
.
Biafra
thou art so starved,
who said battles
should be won
at the espense
of others sorrows,
but brothers;
we hope for a better
tomorrow.

My poems of love;
I dedicate to Africa;
And my love,
she's in America
.
I love you Jami,
when are you comming?
please bring my
heart for me.
The kisses
you gave me,
it's not to be
forgotten,
though it was
only a dream,
but to me it
felt to real.
Your sweet kids,
I think they love me
I wish I could be
their new daddy.
.
Dear Uncle Taban
you are also a Caliban
I wished you
where my father.
My father did it,
and yes, he
went to sleep.
My mother had
been a father,
a mother, all
put togerher.
.
Dante Alighieri
where art thy Beatrice?
Together lets find
another Jami
for Benjamin.
.
America
Thou art lucky
to have Obama.
Who said leaders
are always bad.
I wish he could
Come to Nigeria.
There are good people
in this land.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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I tease Jami

I tease Jami
If you see her, please
Tell her this for me,
She is my Beatrice,
She steals my dreams
She is too beautyful for me,
But I think she's made for me.
.
I kiss Jami
Though it's only a dream
But to me it feels so real.
.
I tease Jami
She's always had my poems,
Though she's never liked them,
So I rewrote them.
.
I tease Jami
For Mr. Petty she had sweet kids
She's never liked distant dating,
But for me she did it.
.
I tease Jami
She's had her heart fixed on Petty,
But with Dante Alighieri, I stole it.
.
I tease Jami,
She wouldn't want to leave America
But for me,
She chosed Africa.
.
I tease Jami
I made her fell for me,
Though she never cried infront of me,
But Cupid's never stupid,
Together with Aphrodite we
Made another Beatrice for Benjamin.
.
I tease Jami
She's always had my poetry
Like Beatrice in Dante's comedy
And for sake of Benjamin's enemies
Let them burn in Hell for me.
.
I tease Jami
She's too pretty for my liking,
Sophistication is an understatement
Not common with Nigeria's government,
Even a goddess from Greek mythology
Is an understatement
And Aphrodite herself cannot compare.
.
I tease Jami
I wish tomorrow she will marry me
But for Becky's sake, she's leaving me,
.
Yet I tease Jami
I've seen beauties that lies on the inside,
But yours Jami, I found on the outside.
.
Once again I tease Jami
And she's alway too busy for me,
So I left her for Naomi,
But later I found out Naomi
Is just another Becky
So back I came running
To my sweet Jami.
.
I tease Jami.
If you see her, please tell her this for me
That this poem is not finished.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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To You My Heart Belong

Jami, to you my heart belong
I have waited for you so long
And now that I have you in my life
What more could I ask of a wife?
You gave me your life, your heart
What more do I need in my house?
If not for the sweet kids;
They too love me like my sweet Jami
O how can I be so happy!
You don't even know what
You mean to me.
Jami Oh Jami you keep my life
jamming!
The sweet kids too, they are
coming
Coming all the way to Africa;
To be with their new daddy.
This is Nigeria in my Africa
To where we all belong.
We will live and visit your America.
Jami Oh Jami, what sweet family
We are planning
A relationship that will last for eternity.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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Epigone

I am not an epigone
Tho' I read Hesiod's Theogony.
.
I love Ajax the greater,
Though I did not feature
In Homer's Iliad.
.
I love Dante Alighieri,
If not for his comedy
Why should I tease Jami?
.
How could I forget Taban,
If He is just another Caliban.
.
If I dared ignor Soyinca,
Perhaps today another man may die.
.
Dear Uncle J.P yes
Should be a Clark.
.
We need another Agbor dancer,
To end this drama of ours.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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Jami Nduwimana Petty [With You Only I Have Had Perfect Communications]

How now can I forget so soon
How when we first met
Just two years ago
In the nook and thorns
Of my beloved Africa
And you, far away in America
I was bathing in hell and fire
And the other angels watching
And singing hymns of praises
To the almighty in highest
Praise be to religion
Mohammed and Jesus Christ.
Who invent hell, fire and heaven,
But of cause the camel
Can never pass through the
Needles eyes at the gate
And so certain was my fate
And they all knew how bland a sinner I was
That they needed no Minos
To show me my place in hell.
Purgatory will be too mild for me.
Dante, Beatrice, Homer and Milton
Who has grown a new set of eyes
And can now see as clearly
As a fish under water,
They all passed me by
And wouldn't even say hi,
For I had been a great
Disgrace to the race
Of poets that has ever graced
The face of this searth.
And Nietzsche too, I met in inferno
Shouting in my brains 'God is dead'
But of cause Nietzsche is dead
And Age will certainly die
But before then, let us not confound
Ourselves with such ideas
As foolish as religion.
Those that brought it up
Had only wished to confuse us.
But I must say this here and now
About Hell, well, Heaven,
I don't understand.
But you must say this to my mother
Who was made by my father
Tell them their children are dieing
In thousands;
Tell the we are burning
In Hell and fire
Will they condemn us to another?
And please say this to Jami too
I love you like no other,
For I was dead and gone in oblivion
And just when I thought all hope lost,
You came and dragged me through
The gates of Hell, to life
You gave me a song
A new song,
Though I can no longer sing now,
But you did not only give me a song
You also gave me a love, your love
You gave me kisses, and your lovely kids
I'll never forget that
My dear Jami
I want you to know one thing;
This poem this poem is not finished.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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I tease Jami [ Reprise ]

IMAGINE!
This morning,
My girl broke up with me
Because I teased Jami,
She said I'm crazy,
Stupid, and mentally sick
To tease Jami
While she's with me,
Now she's leaving me.
Is this funny?
But its hurting.
She wouldn't even listen.
And now I'm lonely,
Who will comfort me?
Jami doesn't want me,
She doesn't even trust me.
They all think I'm crazy.
And now I'm rhyming
Out on nothing,
Isn't this stupid?
Who will help me beg Becky,
She's as lovely as Naomi.
Tell her to come back to Benjamin.
Jami is far away in America,
How I wished I was a Jamaican,
Maybe she would be my lover,
If I was a Raster,
But I am nothing.
Just a stupid baldy.
And they are all leaving me.
Good God, who wouldn't lose sanity?
O Jami, can't you trust Benjamin?
In your love he's sinking,
O I wish I was jamaican
They don't trust Nigerians
They think we are all fraudsters.
But not all lawyers are liars,
There are good people in Africa.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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A Poem Of Delirium

A poem of delirium
my lines, they're so delicious
even tho' I sound capricious
cook them, you can still eat them up
like a hotdog.
I hate dogs
they're all too barky
miss duckie, she's just too funky
oops! my phone's ringing
who's calling?
hello, it's mr. Longthing.
I don't know why,
my line's always tight
who wanna start a fight?
I've done this before
let me do it again
who can tell his own fate?
my song's always wrong.
I tease Jami
those guys at Germany
they're all so cranky and croppy
they think Jami's coming
she's always want me
she's just too busy
I left for Naomi
Naomi's just another Becky
I opt for Sandra
her dad's also a Midas
we live close in Nigeria
where leaders are also looters.
Tutuola;
he's a palmwine drinkard
he's lost his tapstar
our best tapper,
lets go to death's town together
for that, we must bring him back
and put death in his hell
this world's just another cell
my gush that makes me fret
I must reach my age before my death
you must tell that to them
the ones who have gone before
they have done us wrong.
Don't call this poetry
you can call it philosophy
poetry stinks like bigotry
I hate bigots
they're just a bunch of faggots
They'll tell you they fight for God
but I tell you God is love.
Why I hate photography
it leaves the observer out in oblivion
I wanna be famous
tho' now I sound delirious.
I kill me
I wanna burry me
tell that to Hades
I won't pay Kharon
he can only confine me in tartarus
but I'll tell him he's wrong.
Let's go to America
I'm tired of Africa
Obama is a leader
Jonathan should hear that
we don't need goodluck nor patience
we need excellence,
in government
leaders must learn from example
and avert any trouble.
Africa is a jungle
lets clear out the bushes
and build in new cities.
I've said before
God is love
let's not confuse Religion with Church
I know I'm black
that don't mean I'm bad
America you should hear that
we are not fraudsters
we are only hustlers
the others are criminals.
We should have a seminar
I should tell them I love Lavinia
she was also born in Somalia
I must keep her far from Jupiter.
we don't need a revolution
ours is still a young nation
that needs to be nurtured.
I don't want to be problematic
religious leaders are dogmatic.
A poem a day;
i write all I wanna say
I resign
not my design.
Let us kill hate
else we lie in state
I wanna have a date
with luck she won't be late
Why do I love Chidinma?
she was also born in Biafra
a preacher's daughter
I wanna take her to Jamaica
hope her mother don't get angry
she'll think it is funny
but this isn't Dante's comedy
and Beatrice, found her in purgatory
Virgil, please don't leave me
let's go to Heavenly
Christ, He will let us in.
Don't contemplate
there shouldn't be a debate
stretch out and wait
if you wanna rate,
I'm still the best
who wanna test?
I'll put them to rest
who would sign his own death?
Esther;
this isn't easter
she's a rose
my God, I'm gonna froze
she knows
I don't do dope
I'll buy her a ride
take her to the sky
angels will always fly
they'll never die.
I love Christ
for mankind He died
gave us life
He's my God
I love my God
I love you God.
Speak not miss
you've killed my dreams
I'll never take those pills
if I die, please don't cry
so tired, I wanna go to Christ
Christmas is just another birthday rite
lets celebrate Christ
he brought us light
this is not end of my rhyme
bye..

poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Land of Dreams

Awake awake my little Boy
Thou wast thy Mothers only joy
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep
Awake thy Father does thee keep

O what Land is the Land of Dreams
What are its Mountains and what are its Streams
O Father I saw my Mother there
Among the Lillies by waters fair

Among the Lambs clothed in white
She walkd with her Thomas in sweet delight
I wept for joy like a dove I mourn
O when shall I again return

Dear Child I also by pleasant Streams
Have wanderd all Night in the Land of Dreams
But tho calm and warm the Waters wide
I could not get to the other side

Father O Father what do we here
In this Land of unbelief and fear
The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star

poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
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Christmas, 1880

Great-hearted child, thy very being
The Son
,
Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;-
For who is prodigal but he who has gone
Far from the true to heart it with the false?-
Who, who but thou, that, from the animals',
Know'st all the hearts, up to the Father's own,
Can tell what it would be to be alone!

Alone! No father!-At the very thought
Thou, the eternal light, wast once aghast;
A death in death for thee it almost wrought!
But thou didst haste, about to breathe thy last,
And call'dst out
Father
ere thy spirit passed,
Exhausted in fulfilling not any vow,
But doing his will who greater is than thou.

That we might know him, thou didst come and live;
That we might find him, thou didst come and die;
The son-heart, brother, thy son-being give-
We too would love the father perfectly,
And to his bosom go back with the cry,
Father, into thy hands I give the heart
Which left thee but to learn how good thou art!

There are but two in all the universe-
The father and his children-not a third;
Nor, all the weary time, fell any curse!
Not once dropped from its nest an unfledged bird
But thou wast with it! Never sorrow stirred
But a love-pull it was upon the chain
That draws the children to the father again!

O Jesus Christ, babe, man, eternal son,
Take pity! we are poor where thou art rich:
Our hearts are small; and yet there is not one
In all thy father's noisy nursery which,
Merry, or mourning in its narrow niche,
Needs not thy father's heart, this very now,
With all his being's being, even as thou!

poem by George MacDonald
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Hast Thou Forgotten Me?

HAST thou forgotten me? the days are dark—
Light ebbs from heaven, and songless soars the lark—
Vexed like my heart, loud moans the unquiet sea—
Hast thou forgotten me?

Hast thou forgotten me? O dead delight
Whose dreams and memories torture me to-night—
O love—my life! O sweet—so fair to see—
Hast thou forgotten me?

Hast thou forgotten? Lo, if one should say—
Noontide were night, or night were flaming day—
Grief blinds mine eyes, I know not which it be!
Hast thou forgotten me?

Hast thou forgotten? Ah, if Death should come,
Close my sad eyes, and charm my song-bird dumb—
Tired of strange woes—my fate were hailed with glee—
Hast thou forgotten me?

Hast thou forgotten me? What joy have I?
A dim blown bird beneath an alien sky,—
O that on mighty pinions I could flee—
Hast thou forgotten me?

Hast thou forgotten? Yea, Love’s horoscope
Is blurred with tears and suffering beyond Hope—
Ah, like dead leaves forsaken of the tree,
Thou hast forgotten me.

poem by Philip Joseph Holdsworth
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Oh, FATHER! - FEEL MY Untold LOVE! (Part-2)

When I think of all the things you GAVE me:
Your sacrifices in food; love and affection are some to name,
The list goes endless and I fail to count what you gave to me;
With your heart, your mind, your energy and your soul of fame!
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!

You burnt yourself like a CANDLE to give me light....
Your deeds are never dull; your love is never pale;
I count endless things you, an endless tale
All these you spent on me throughout the years.
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!

Now I am in foreign land tormented like an alien, I'm hurt!
I am sad yet I remember Rudyard Kipling's poem, 'If' –
There a father suggest 180 things to his son; What if?
I am not with you; yet your advices ring in heart!
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!

I cherish our relationship forever and a day,
Till earth exists and sun sparkles in every way,
Till Stars twinkle and moon delights I carry your name,
Till death may do us apart yet I carry all the same
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!

We are separated by boundaries narrow.....
Yet in my memories, I'm with as your shadow;
I may carry your fortunes for while.....
Yet I carry your hope for a mile;
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done! ................................................. .......................
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*Your attention please: Just take a break! Now READ part 1 to make your reading wholesome. PART 2 of the poem
Oh, FATHER! - FEEL MY Untold LOVE! (Part-1)

poem by Harindhar Reddy
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Poems

My poems of love
I dedicate to Africa,
And my love in America.

I love you Naomi.
Do you love me too?

I love Poetry,
And I love Photography,
But I love you more.

Yesterday we were
Two birds in love,
Today, you dont even trust me
But tomorrow you might
Be marrying me.

Naomi, would you listen to the
Song of the Muses
Cupid's arrow is coming.
A pierce in your heart,
And you will see
Benjamin is sinking.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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Hold On To Your Dream

In life we have our pains and sorrows
Face mountains we think we can't climb
Nothing can there's always tomorrow
You feel like giving up, you say you're out of luck
But then you hear a voice in your mind
Telling you to
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
till the day that life is said and done
This world is filled peaks and valleys
With rivers we think we can't cross
To busy keeping sorrows telling
You say you're at you're in
You say you never win
But then a light comes on in your mind
Till you
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
Until the day that life is said and done
If you wanna hold on to something
You better hold on to your dreams
If you want to hold on to something
You've gotta hold to your love
To your love
So if they try to burst your bubble
It's cons they haven't done em all
And when you feel you are in trouble
Hold your head up high and feel your heart inside
And know that you are never alone
Just as long as you
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
till the day that life is said and done
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a mother to her child
Don't let anyone ever steal your dreams from you
Hold on to your dream
And do your best to always wear a smile
Hold on to your dream

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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A Sweet Lullaby

Come, little babe; come, silly soul,
Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,
Born, as I doubt, to all our dole
And to thyself unhappy chief:
Sing lullaby, and lap it warm,
Poor soul that thinks no creature harm.

Thou little think'st and less dost know
The cause of this thy mother's moan,
Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe,
And I myself am all alone.
Why dost thou weep? why dost thou wail?
And knowest not yet what thou dost ail.

Come, little wretch - ah, silly heart,
Mine only joy, what can I more?
If there be any wrong thy smart,
That may the destines implore,
'Twas I, I say, against my will;
I wail the time, but be thou still.

And dost thou smile? Oh, thy sweet face,
Would God himself he might thee see;
No doubt thou wouldst soon purchase grace,
I know right well, for thee and me,
But come to mother, babe, and play,
For father false is fled away.

Sweet boy, if it by fortune chance
Thy father home again to send,
If death do strike me with his lance,
Yet mayst thou me to him commend;
If any ask thy mother's name,
Tell how by love she purchased blame.

Then will his gentle heart soon yield;
I know him of a noble mind.
Although a lion in the field,
A lamb in town thou shalt him find.
Ask blessing, babe, be not afraid;
His sugared words hath me betrayed.

Then mayst thou joy and be right glad,
Although in woe I seem to moan,
Thy father is no rascal lad,
A noble youth of blood and bone;
His glancing looks, if he once smile,
Right honest women may beguile.

Come, little boy, and rock asleep,
Sing lullaby, and be thou still;
I that can do nought else but weep
Will sit by thee and wail my fill.
God bless my babe, and lullaby,
From this thy father's quality.

poem by Nicholas Breton
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Dream Girl

So amazing, unbelievacle, miraculous women you are.
Incredible, unforgetable, your the worlds greatest by far.
Sensational, so lovable, my cinderella you are.
So beautiful, ghetto fablous, the reason I wish upon a star.
As I lay me down to sleep i, pray your heart ill always keep it.
Hope you feel the same.
So baby come and hop on board my life and,
Just let love take us away.
[chorus:]
Dream girl lets take a flight,
Far away to a paradise.
Dream girl lets take a ride,
Destination rainbow skys.
Dream girl lets kiss and hug,
On a beach with white sand and all white doves.
Dream girl lets cuddle up.
Somewhere, where ever and make sweet love.
Baby you are my dream, dream, dream, dream girl
My sunshine, my blueskys, love is who you are to me girl,
My angel, my piece of mind, woman you have come to set me free.
Love makin, breath takin, sweet valentines to me.
Heart racin, creatin, and incredible fire within me.
I believe in you and me, together for all eternity.
And I hope you feel the same
So baby come and hope on board my life and, let love take us away.
[chorus]
Baby this love we make is to good to be true,
Heaven must really love me because heaven sent me you.
Keep bringing me joy, I dont wanna wake up.
I stay asleep as long as I can have you right here in my dreams.
[chorus x3]

song performed by by R. Kelly
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Patria

I would not even ask my heart to say
If I could love some other land as well
As thee, my country, had I felt the spell
Of Italy at birth, or learned to obey
The charm of France, or England's mighty sway.
I would not be so much an infidel
As once to dream, or fashion words to tell,
What land could hold my love from thee away.

For like a law of nature in my blood
I feel thy sweet and secret sovereignty,
And woven through my soul thy vital sign.
My life is but a wave, and thou the flood;
I am a leaf and thou the mother-tree;
Nor should I be at all, were I not thine.

poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Men In Chains

Men in chains
In malady of the age,
Bigots in rage
Worshippers lie in state.
Another Chuch
Bombed last night,
Good God! take them
Out of my sight.
Is this a folly in Religion?
I thought we worship
A one God.
What has those children
Done that you bring
Them to hurt?
.
This morning
Another father mudered
His son for love of money
Imagine
This mother abandoned
Her child, cause she can't keep him
Holy Christ!
It takes one like you
To make the Devil wise.
You must strike down
The oppressors
Of my people.
For in heart of man
Your love had dwindled.
.
Who said Christ
Did not live Nazareth?
Three days after death
He resurrect.
Up in the Hevenly
He made His throne,
So we can die tomorrow
And have a home.
Oh how sweet it is!
We have a hope.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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