Poetry
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In the quiet moments of dawn’s gentle kiss, Lies a truth often missed, yet pure as bliss. For happiness is not a treasure to seek, But a gift bestowed, soft and meek. Like morning dew on petals light, A fleeting touch, yet brilliant and bright. It’s in laughter shared and kind words spoken, In hearts…
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A weary and angry pilgrim on futile journeys, Plods through dark forests and old mountains, Hauling heavy, worthless burdens from the ice age. A wonderful world drowned in imaginary fear and hate ————————————————— Once a beautiful, unblemished heart now a pile of festering rubbish Self-inflicted pains and complaints often a blatant attraction, The loud, prolonged…
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Diligence, a flame that burns so bright, Guiding through the endless night. With steady hands and steadfast heart, You play your ever-arduous part. Yet every spark of tireless grind, Leaves a mark on your weary mind. For all the dreams you chase and catch, There’s a toll in the relentless match. Hours lost to the…
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In the shadows of day, I find my retreat, From the blazing sun, with its relentless heat. I hide in the whispers of cool, shaded trees, Where leaves sing softly in the gentle breeze. The sun, a bold artist, paints skies in gold, But I seek solace where the day feels cold. In corners where…
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In the hush of dawn’s first light, Where shadows dance and dreams take flight, A tranquil whisper fills the air, A moment’s peace, beyond compare. In stillness, hearts find their refrain, A gentle pause from life’s refrain. In quietude, the soul finds grace, A silent haven, a sacred space. In the quiet of the night,…
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In dreams we wander, far from home, To lands where golden rivers flow. The call of hope, the promise sweet, For fields where life and fortune meet. Yet in our hearts, a silent plea, For roots that bind, for memories free. In search we go, through night and dawn, But find ourselves where we belong.…
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With insatiable hands, they grab and snatch, A bottomless pit, not a single catch. Shiny things, possessions, land— all slip through their grasping hand. Eyes that never see enough, Hearts with iron, cold and rough. In the end, they stand alone, With empty hearts, and hearts of stone. Greed’s a hunger, endless chase, A darkened path, a quickened pace. From gold to power, an endless quest, A fevered heart that finds no rest. Eyes that gleam with selfish glow, Grasping all, but never slow. A void that grows, consumes the soul, till all that’s left is a gaping hole. A treasure trove, a shallow grave, in greed’s embrace, none can be saved.
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In times of doubt and fear’s embrace,We discover courage, our saving grace.With bravery as our armor, we forge ahead,Facing challenges, no longer filled with dread. Struggles are not meant to break us apart,But to shape us, transforming our heart.Through adversity, we learn and grow,Becoming stronger with each blow. So, let’s embrace the endless struggles we…
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In life’s journey, we face trials and strife,Struggles that test the very core of our life.But within us lies a strength so profound,With determination, our struggles can be unwound. When darkness envelopes our path ahead,And hope seems lost, filled with dread,It’s in these moments, we must not despair,For within us, a spark of resilience is…
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The distinguished Nigerian writer Wole Soyinka in 2021 published his first novel in almost a half century, Chronicles from the Land of the Happiest People on Earth – a scorching satire on contemporary Nigerian society that teems with life, rather like one of the big books by Charles Dickens (Bleak House) or William Thackeray (Vanity…
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There’s a picture in a frame It’s my All-Star Hall of Fame The picture reflects my past and present; An inner sanctuary for my soul. ——————————————– That picture in a frame is you; The centre of everything I do Your strength makes me feel anew Like the morning dew in summertime. ——————————————– You’re amazing in…
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Dear Mandy, you might be alone and cold, but you’ll never be lonely You could be thousand miles away from home, but you’re never forgotten When Harmattan comes and strong winds blow, your thoughts would be a warm cotton When the scorching sun dries every hope; for you, I’ll stand and fight boldly. ——————————————- When…
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Don’t ask me to walk in your shoes; they might limit my natural abilities There’re many options to choose (from) in a world of limitless opportunities Let me walk or run at my pace; I know there is no shame in small beginnings You can criticize my mistakes; but clap and cheer me up if…
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True love is a beautiful thing; It sees beyond faces and skin, Glows in our hearts like the sunset, And never fades the joy we felt. ……………………………………………………………………………… The beauty of love shines on us It breaks down our emotional walls, Intoxicates our minds like light rum And leaves us smitten with freedom. ………………………………………………………………………………. In love,…
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that…
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A human race with the brains of a snake smiling with the face of a lost angel Couples robed in misery and bitterness hiding Jehovah witnesses’ weakness A sad life of deceit and secrets! She’s a sneaky, weepy freak from the creeks kissing a sick, hippie Greek with side chicks His scheming, skimming skills like…
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