A POEM about dealing with people trying to be in your business and what they think about you

I’m certain you’ve got a plethora of questions to ask

I understand it is a gossiper’s compelling task

That horrible mask

Behind which you bask

Constantly searching for whose life to ransack

And looking for others with which to multitask.

I live in this tent

It’s my spirit who pays the rent

And my body owes no one the knowledge of how much it’s lent.

It’s a priceless skill I have learnt

Perceiving what the inquiry originally meant

And putting the inquirer off my scent

By giving an answer that gets my own message sent

Without projecting a character dent.

I never worry about others thinking that I’m not doing great

I’m only cautious about pretending to be doing great

Nevertheless, no one deserves to see my spirit bare

Except the One who purposed to create me without a dare

The only One who understands and feels all my pain

The only One who knows that I am not here in vain.

Copyright © Vwerosuoghene Abioye, 2021

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What a world!

Where the bold get accused of coveting gold

Where the old are left out in the cold

Where you’re never told before being sold

Where you must hold a particular standard and never fold

Where your mould will most certainly, eventually grow mold.

It’s always a long and rigorous road

No matter how light your load

Even if you hop like a toad

You’ll still arrive at your own crossroad.

You’ve got to learn to upload

Only what you’ll need to download 

In order to maximize your payload.

Then there’s the illusion of living together in love and harmony

They call it matrimony

It usually starts with a merry ceremony 

Some end up as a testimony

Some end up with alimony

You can’t even judge most for their acrimony 

After hearing their story about what led to disharmony.

They say only the paranoid survive;

Who then will help to revive

What was lost in the quest for survival?

What kind of world do we hope to derive

If there’s no one to drive home a revival?

Oh, what a world!

Copyright © Vwerosuoghene Abioye, 2020

All rights reserved.


If you think you have an opinion

And you feel the need for communion

Do not speak like you have dominion 

No one likes to feel inferior in a union

Secretly cutting onions

Because you constantly reject their opinions

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Poem: A Resolution or not


Here’s how it seems

A flowing stream

A realm of dream

A cloud of steam

A line of seam

A long strong beam

Sweet and sour cream

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Poem: How life seems