Dis lines no calm at all...!!!

Dis lines no calm at all
Cos my mind dey voke, 
Invoking wailings of unheard cries buried.
and my blurry eyes dey scary to even look at.
My dairies and memories of swallowed grudges,
grudges of pains and stains of blood on sheets.
No mistake am for virginity but in-sanitized mutilation, 
frustration and humiliation wey dem take hammer,
dem wey 'we' call 'men.'
Cos true talk na women nuture 'we' 'men'
So dem no be prey,
abeg shun violence.

You wey say sound of her cry,
Dey make you high,
When your conji high,
Na her thigh you rely on.
Lie for same bed lie give her say na,
Culture palle pickin secret,
you no need fly to call you winch (witch).
Palle like you na your daughter,
you dey burst so,
She no be prey,
abeg shun violence.

How much be sorry for market,
Or the cost of care for Ariaria?
How much be smiles for your face?
Or the cost of affection for your heart?
How much eee even cost for your to pay attention to this?
We call men to true talk,
women no be prey
My people, 
abeg shun violence

By 
D-Ray

Stop the Violence...!!!!

The phrase violence against women is a technical term used to collectively refer to violent acts that are primarily or exclusively committed against women. Similar to a hate crime, which it is sometimes considered this type of violence targets a specific group with the victim's gender as a primary motive.

The United Nations General Assembly defines "violence against women" as "any act of gender-based violence that results in, or is likely to result in, physical, sexual or mental harm or suffering to women, including threats of such acts, coercion or arbitrary deprivation of liberty, whether occurring in public or in private life." The 1993 Declaration on the Elimination of Violence Against Women noted that this violence could be perpetrated by assailants of either gender, family members and even the "State" itself.

Worldwide governments and organizations actively work to combat violence against women through a variety of programs. A UN resolution designated 25 November as International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women.

Poem written by Seye La Poet, Olulu, Kemistry, Arch Angel, Atilola and Titilayo.

Poem was compiled/ synchronized by Atilola

Executive Producers:  Stephen Oshilaja Media Production and i2X Media Company Limited.

Celebrity Poet for Word Up Volume 6 is, ALI BABA!!!!

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      @ALIBABAGCFR Hello sir, would u be interested in being our celebrity poet for #WordUpVol6 on November 23 at TerraKulture?

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      @WORDUP411 WOULD BE AN HONOUR

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      @ALIBABAGCFR wow, that would be awesome, thank u very much sir. Is there anything u would need us to put in place ? @DonFabrino @talk2duvy

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      @WORDUP411 @DonFabrino A BAR STOOL, A GLASS, A JAR FILLED WITH WATER,... I HAVE THIS UNFINISHED POEM.... "I AM THIRSTY". YOU MAY LIKE IT

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We request that you partner with us through sponsorship to showcase your products and services and portray your brand as one with a passion for the development of the art of Spoken Word Poetry and the youths in Nigeria. 

Our event, Word Up Volume 6 is scheduled for November 23, 2013 at Terra Kulture, V/Island, Lagos, with the theme, "Stop the violence." The event theme is centered around the United Nation’s “International day for the elimination of violence against women.” 

i2X Media Company Limited is the organizer of WORD UP (the biggest Spoken Word Poetry Event in Nigeria). We are passionate about Spoken Word Poetry as a genre of entertainment, a tool to increase literacy level, and  a means of communication among people across the globe. Our dream is to promote poets so we can create a means of employment where they can earn a decent living from their amazing performances.

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I Don't Want to Write a Poem.

I don't want to write a poem

Since poems aren't meant for MEN.

Men drink their pain away in whiskey every night

And smoke their sadness pretending to be all right.

You ask what brings this pain and sadness.

What instance was it? What madness?

Well just guess and I bet with the first try you'll find it.

Yes, of course! What else. My woman, not anymore, was it.

And I am trying to avoid all my friends

But stuck I am with all their clichés.

You'll forget her. She doesn't deserve you or even worst

Don't worry. It's ok. She will regret it and it's her loss.

That's why the whiskey I love.

Lost I am in this dark bar.

To the always nice songs from the 80s listening.

They don't really help. Who am I kidding?

My chest, my lungs is squeezing.

It hurts so much, even the breathing.

And at the end I know that I myself became the cliché.

My feelings for her so stupidly in this trap led.

I didn't want to write a poem

Since poems aren't meant for MEN

And this unbearable pain in a poem I ended up writing

Until I wake up one day and go back on leaving.

by

Geopapas

Source:

http://voices.yahoo.com/i-dont-want-write-poem-3944218.html?cat=42

CLANGINGS: This is not a poem...!!!!

This is not a note about Ex-Lovers
It is about the stunning unbefriendable women across world
Fenced away by the unseen wings of space

This is not an epistle 
It is about la-di-dahs who in 4745 days of their love lives, 
Never ever bordered to send a love letter 
Or receive a gift of rose either

This is not a poem per se
It is a reminder to not hold back a good thing
Because, you temporarily are just a custodian
Of a heart- a baby’s heart seething 

This is not a battleground
It is the gun-sounds of your heart-shots
Rendering my body into a debris 

This is not about heartaches and breakups
It is trusting my teen daughter to not rely on my opinion
To date a guy I know not from Eve

This is not about stringing words or painting hieroglyph-ed prescriptions
For blind patients
It is about a deaf man blowing a cello to dead men, walking

This is not about uncertainty or errata 
It is about cats caterwauling at the sight 
Of hapless dancing butterflies

This is not about sextractions or macho-quotients
It is about knowing the truth
Tasting the truth, yet testing the truth
In order to believe the lies

This is not a poem
So I need you to stop looking out for tropes
Where there is no imagery or symbols

This is not about dance macabre
It is lilting on a foot and scratching your itch
when all you got is peppered nails of hunger

This again is not about smashing
It is about varying pleasure with pressure 
Twitching and switching tongue-speed,
at mastered angles of attack

This is not about Amnesty or honesty
It is about Travesty 
Of handling hoodlums consent
Of reincarnation with blazing cudgels 

This is not about incarceration 
It is about death coming
Brandishing kisses and saying
In a familiar dreamy voice-
‘I bring you good news from yonder’

This is not a screaming contest
It is a whimpering release
Sliding disbelief into disaffection
And expecting anything short of regrets

This is not about a loveless world 
It is about finding a best friend
And hoping not to be friend-zoned for life

This is not about getting lost in lust 
It is in you looking for me 
And me finding you at the crossroad

This is not about making heaven or love
It is about ascending to the climax of freedom
And resisting return to the waste and chaos of landfills 

This is not about ‘red things’; red chili pepper
Red-lips 
Bloody hot things you dare not sup with your mouth;
It is about the riotous fluxes sieving blazing load-stones

This not about banking on God or 
Maidens seeking sexual deposits
It is about temples where miracles are procured
With banged-mints in the bank of God

This is not about guns 
It is not about school kids
It is not about News men and new lies
It is about unaccounted cadavers whisked off at birth

This is not about emergencies and hospitals
It is about caregivers decapitating invalids
To allow beds for jaundiced parents of haemophilia

This is not about birth marks or stretchmarks
Rather, it is about the stub that registers the sacrifices you’ll never need to make again

This is not about defloration on a tomb-slab
It is about rage tattooed on the inner thighs of 
Forsaken kids.

This is not about Fate or Faith
Neither is it about the gospel
It is about indissoluble lies frothing
In fabricated mouths

This is not a dirge 
Nor is it a requiem in the funeral of a killer
It is about the unshed tears for kids who died kissing bombs in sleep
Guessing they were toys in real life

This is not a preachment about God
It is a soliloquy about demigods selling dogs
To feed their gods of unbelief

This I say is not your everyday verses
Or clichéd words strewn on paper
It is about the wounded lines you hear with
Your eyes
The forked words inveigling your eardrums

This is not about selfishness
It isn’t even about you
It is about the me in you
The you in me
it is about us

© Shittu Fowora 2013