Words pierce like double edged daggers Our torn soul gladens those muggers. Never expect the pious words of sorry
For them, our pain is never a worry.
When words and actions never match, Each of their deeds will make a notch.
Not on your life bother to bleed mute
But no way rush behind them in pursuit. Destiny acquaints us with many people Once they are unmasked, never be a sheeple.
Bothering about them drains our power And our life would remain in the hover. Investing hatred and curse is no way better.
With a heart of forgiveness make them shatter.
When god gave us the ability to cherish memories
We are bestowed with the art to forget our worries.
Like a barren rock provides nourishment to a plant,
Sow the seeds of hope and be diligent like an ant.
It cannot be dark always, sun rays are never obscure
Its certain that all wounds would once cure.
Rise through the crevices and breathe.
Let the symphony of nature soothe your scars, for they are symbols of endurance etched in the script of perseverance.
-Geethu Prakash
Result of work will truly talk
About the way how one performs;
Nothing good comes from easy walk,
No success gained without the storms.
Yes, one chases the ticking clock,
Driving fast with his platforms;
Employing plan despite the block,
Just to implement the reforms.
Even many admirers stalk,
Silently knowing his brainstorms;
Until they gather like a flock,
So he acquaints as he informs.
I've often wondered who dealt with
fairy tale complaints. There seems to
be a lot of them among the fairy tale
acquaints.
Here are just a few suggestions I myself
if could, would make and maybe fairy Tale
land would be peaceful for heaven's sake.
Old Mother Hubbard had no bones in
her cupboard and her dog has no bone.
We could offer her Pease pudding and even
if it is nine days old, I am sure the dog would
be happy with the old crone.
Peter Peter Pumpkin eater, put his wife
in a shell, there he kept her very well.
There's no time to plead and pine nor
no time to wheedle, if she would kiss him
quick, he would be gone, and pop would go
that weasel.
Seesaw Margery Daw, Johnny got a new master
johnny only earned a penny a day because he
could work no faster. He should take lessons from
Peter Piper who could pick a peck of pickles and at
it became a master.
There was an old woman who lived in a house
exceedingly small, a man open his mouth and
swallowed woman, house and all. Maybe he should
of had some of the King's Blackbird pie and he could
have filled his tummy instead with a pie full of caw.
Amaju;
The pride and beauty of all days
In your innocent and unadulterated eyes
I have seen the age and immortality of the sun and the moon.
The incomparable blast of your unabated smile
Acquaints my heart with an acquiescing admiration
Indeed your beauty is priceless and devoid of sentiment.
BY: IKPESU PRINCE IGHO
Beyond the world lies a journey,
a horizon that acquaints a magical destiny,
a solitude with soulful eternity,
a milieu abiding betrothal vicinity,
where deity is within the eyes
and the faith adobe vivid smile.
Beyond the human lies a viability,
a nascence that exhale a verse amorously,
a spirit with blissful sovereignty,
an admirer beaconing Elysian itinerary,
where deity is seen solely,
to a hermit heart wallowing ethereally.
At peace midnight he blew his whistle
Down the street he walks alone
Followed behind by his own shadow
He makes the dark aware not to be lone.
There he steered by the chromatic moonlight
And fight against those felony psychs
He palisades by his valiance so intent
Yet he never abscises his pride.
Once he acquaints with the shadow of his own
And once he portrays the shush of the street
Once he co-occur with the beggars penury
And once he scouts the homing boozier.
He meets with the world unspoken by us
And augurs the dormant cursed by the veil
He is blessed by the mighty of his nous
And devour the dark by the power of his soul.
Beguiles his journey by the yowl of the owl
Enriched by the wrawl of the embryos
Befriendly he enured the life so perverse
Fruitfully he lives with the liberty of his own.
Followed behind his own shadow
He deserves the world to see all alone
Yet he never abscises his pride
Down the street he blew his whistle lone.
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