Tee2emm

The bowl of patience is filled up The brim spewing more than the belly of the collecting cup Causing the spillage of discontent and anger Dressing men, women and children in danger The wheels of disarray are starting to churn The sun will have a few backs and clothes to burn. When opinions collide a few homes will mourn On the queue of celebration it is Chaos's turn. When the table has defied the compass's direction to a new path When hearts choose cold over warmth Left is choosing between devil's offering All options with their own accompanying sting "Easy does it" they say "But sometimes crazy does it better"

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"HOLD MY HAND" Is a spoken word poem spiced with R&B. Keep a date.

Mama and her pikin, she no dey tire to dey carry First, na nine months e take to born Barry E no finish, she still dey carry Barry for back grind Big Barry don pass belle and back size, him still dey for mama mind.

"Deji! Please ensure that sitting room is set in time" mama's voice came from the kitchen accompanied by the taunting aromas from the kitchen, the type one only perceives when the moon is blue. "Yes ma!" Deji answered with tiredness in his voice. The whole house woke submerged in chores preparing a welcome party for Jide, who has been in London for 27yrs. It took, at least, 10yrs of mama's pestering for Jide to finally decide to come home. By 6:45pm all was set, food (kpomo, amala, ewedu, gbegiri etc) laid beautifully in wait on the table, King Sunny Ade's Fuji music filled the excited air of the house. Mama and Papa waited at home anxiously while Deji and his two sisters went to pick their big brother from the airport. The feasting, laughing, dancing, questioning and catching up went on and on till it was a few minutes to midnight, then everyone retired to his bedroom after the night prayer had been said. Once in his room, Jide pulled a plastic cha...

Eyes Glossed lips Painted nails A see-through gown On an awfully lonesome quiet night Should I? No I shouldn't. Just walk away Bargain begun Should I pass? Just fall? Thoughts Light Darkness I am lost In soul-flesh fight I'll await which voice will speak the loudest

Bot's 'X' rhymer is a poem type invented by Thomas Bot (Tee2emm). Bot's 'X' rhymer is a poem of 10 lines of 10 syllables each. The A (1st syllable on the 1st line) rhymes diagonal till becomes the last syllable on the last line, while B (last syllable on the first line) also rhymes diagonal till it becomes the 1st syllable on the last line. See the diagram below. AxxxxxxxxB xAxxxxxxBx xxAxxxxBxx xxxAxxBxxx xxxxABxxxx xxxxBAxxxx xxxBxxAxxx xxBxxxxAxx xBxxxxxxAx BxxxxxxxxA NB: Bot's 'X' rhymer uses internal rhyme. Example of a Bot's 'X' rhymer I do love the sweet songs that silence sing In time it sets my soul free, soaring high Chains and binds broken, my hands sting, quills bleed Poems are my sight, for they bring me to light. Bit the quiet nights bye , ing of stars awaits Swine's feet with a ring, I must now awake Now set to swing and sway, find my heart beat A new wing, flip-flop, tick-tock time won't stop...

Digging down the mine of the heart Cautiously, scoring on the chart Of this dynamism, what's our part? Living and dying are both art Where one ends another begins. Beginning, end, those are cousins Just in different skins The end is a door to a start. Tee2emm

It goes round like a chalice at the last super One or two drops less with each lips that kiss There, sure, must be a Juda somewhere at the table To betray and later slay himself Gossips are always strung to a price Who defrays it knows the venom in the sting. Tee2emm

It is mandyeng , time to make it rain Time to rid the cloud of her pregnancy Farms yearn to be green with our sweat again Beds are tired of bearing idle bones It is mandyeng, shake the bones you wear Best local brew brought in by best brewers Come! eat, drink,  dance and scare away our fear Hope your huge mask and gown of straws let's you. The rain dance has begun bearing our hopes Our fear of drought and our dream of good grain More beer to slow down our thundering hearts It is mandyeng , blessed with a new rain