Like a cheetah that's a natural born sprinter
Tobi Amusan is the world fastest female sprinter
And like an American Quarter Horse
Tobi Amusan has become a discourse
Having proven to be the world best
In Oregon's and Birmingham's contest
The hurdler's emergence is certainly unsudden
A lesson for he who with his ambition plays chicken
Like every tree with a seed to bear a kind of fruit
Every youth is challenged by this to be resolute
If only we have a sense of acuteness
Every man is created with a seed of greatness
Whoever isn't resolute with his seed is a failure
And a failure is always a lone creature
Except your seed becomes a gigantic tree
No one will come to you like they gather for apple bee
Tobi Amusan has become a market of horny bee
And a gigantic tree for everyone to come and see
The kind of paragon every youth need to bear a good fruit
Maybe by this they too can become resolute
That in spite of our system that kills impetus
Or the hurdle or detritus that life may bring to us
Like Tobi Amusan, we too can glide over such
To be congratulated like she whose records bear a good touch
Welcome to my world,
a sanctuary of tranquility,
where birds greet me
with their morning songs
as the warmth of the sun
shines on my happy face,
providing a loving embrace.
Welcome to my world,
each day is a special gift
where my heart springs with joy,
burdens are erased and forgotten
as I look about the beauty of
the sweeping and stately willow tree,
and colorful flowers with a buzzing bee.
Welcome to my world,
it is a simple life not full of stress,
enjoying the freedom of relaxation,
being able to feel all my senses,
sight, sound, smell, taste and touch,
an acuteness making me aware
that my existence is quite rare.
In the throes of madness,
Some have said acuteness of the senses is a level no man can know unless he himself is mad
A return to instinct allows the senses to guide you through the work that's to be done
A heart broken--- knows how to guide a blade quickly across the wrist
or anothers throat
You sing a 'melodious plot' with "full-throated ease"
but a refrain in the illusion of hope
At the thought of the faked horizon or a child's laughter and we carry on even when we stop in the snow mesmerized by the
sweep of easy wind or downy flake
Conscious of the palsy shake of old men
That allow us to be in love with easeful death.
The whistle of the nightingale or the whisper of the the snowy wind
Or in the end we sing of sunsets or sorrow full well knowing tomorrow
is not our old friend.
Romanticist you,
Quality in expression,
Indulged in excess,
My dear sentimentalist,
Believing in each other.
Sensitivity,
Remarkable acuteness,
Rivers connect, bridge,
Our exciting devotion,
Amorousness love, desire.
Undeniable,
Our sea will never run dry,
Swim by our coral,
Perched above our maple tree,
Falling in love once again.
Written By: Laura Urbaniak
November 19, 2015
I love polygons even as they are irregular
Within the tangled space and time
Rich angles become decisive corners
Tricksters of a memory
It was tender congruency at first sight
Delightful and captivating solid cubes
Even as they drooped into prisms
As they vanished into hues of essence
They trembled at degrees of tender touch
Fear not trapeziums of death
Dread not time exhumed from a tomb
She falls in upright squarish
Die, pentagon, rest hexagonal pretty rod
Wither on decagon fading acuteness
Oval memory is with cylindrical insight
Beauty weeps bulkiness of the volume
If it feels I can't be with you,
dream on, dream on
Subliminate corporeality,
embrace the hallucination
Repose for a moment,
or slumber away the years
Let the tranquility convince you,
I'm here, I'm here.
If sleep at night evades you,
daydream on, daydream on
The acuteness versus entity,
a yealding combat won
Stargazing at daybreak can be achieved
if you believe
For dreams are the most precious gift
you ever will recieve
24th August 2011
The time of life has come to halt
for the grim reaper owns my soul.
His timing and acuteness never fault.
To take my life is his goal.
The shortness of a love once known.
The greatness of my internal fear.
While as he enters i sit all alone
and i begin to shed a tear.
My fate with chess betrayed me
through the hourglass i stare
the time has come for me to leave
my body and soul no longer an even pair.
My body still lies where it fell
my soul for eternity will burn in hell.
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