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The Elections (Spoken Word Poetry)

I am ET Godspower, a native of Bayelsa State, Nigeria. I do spoken word poetry professionally and this is my excerpt for the Nigerian elections. Download The Elections (mp3) https://youtu.be/VzejgRTRw4w Godspower is not a newbie to…
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Find Love (3)

When the people who sing melodies of love into your ears become the people who make dirges from memories of you, be still. When the people who lock hands with yours and throw the keys in the bottom of their hearts become the very ones…
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ELECTION VIOLENCE

He sits at home dictating what you should do. His children abroad, away from the fire. Yet you pick up your gun and fight one another. In the end, you face the consequences And he's safe at home, fulfilled in his desire. His children…
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Find JOY (2)

When it seems like your life is interwoven with misery and the hope of good living a mystery, be still. Miseries are mere China plates. When your heart becomes a lump of burning coal, Or worse a fiery furnace, don't fret! Don't you…
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Find you (1)

When the picture of you becomes a blur to you, do not fret. Your photographer is standing across from you waiting for you to focus on his lens and stand still. Be still. Let your nostrils consume the portion of air that was meant for…
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I love you. A 3 lines poem to her.

I love you ---------------- 1. If I had money, I'd have you. 2. You'd still be married, but wouldn't have left. 3. If I had money, you'd have believed this poem's title. But now, money is all I have left. Cirphrank
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I MET A LADY

People say Love's but a fallacy, I never took them seriously though Cos I could hear Love's call But whenever I called back, it was placed on hold. And for so long it was, Until I met this lady. At first, I wasn't sure, But then "Trust…
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DISTRESS (A DUET)

Alone in my thoughts Deep in pain, I sit wondering why, I mean she said I was her world. I thought with her, love stopped by to say hi. Harrison Micheal Mine was a tale of the century, She loved me like the devil and I became her prey…
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Don't Sleep

These grasses are wet Scattered all over, harvest Our feet are bare, I know, but Don't slip. These times are stones Our faith is fire-branded, yet when tested with gold, Alike is not the same Don't flip. If the gourd isn't of God Don't…
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IN LOVE WITH A STRANGER (PART 2)

IN LOVE WITH A STRANGER (PART 2) by Endurance Victor She went home that evening after their first meeting, thinking about all that happened. Lying down comfortably on her well-laid bed, she smiled and asked herself this question "could this…