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Ah, Democracy, that grand charade
Where every voice is equal made.
But think, what chaos this has bred
With common folk so widely led!
A vote for every man and Bio?
Come now, let's be serious, still.
Why trust the masses with the fate
Of nations large and issues great?
Behold the wisdom of the few
The enlightened ones who truly knew
The paths to power, gold, and oil—
Why let the commoners this spoil?
They debate in squares, protest in streets
Disturb our peace with angry tweets.
Why suffer noise from every faction
When silent work breeds true satisfaction?
Our forebears knew a simpler time
When power was held by birth—sublime!
No need for ballots, polls, or stance
When lineage alone advanced one's chance.
Think of the money saved from polls
The forests spared from ballot rolls.
Let's toast to simpler, quieter ways
Where few decide the nation's days.
7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..
Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...
Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...
Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...
Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..
God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...
By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am
Bewitched with irri-
tating glows,they ransacks the
purse and 'ijawo'; those rats!
Breaking news;
The Headline: "3 husky rats
ransacking the purse of the nation."
The news: As noted in the
headline of today's consciousness-leaking
news. We'll have to say this with
Annointed regret that 3 hoodlums
With pointed teeths had just robbed
the nation of a frugal amount
of papers. Hence, the federal
government had just concluded to
Deep their anxious hands into the
weeping purse of the nation,with regards to
buying a distilled insecticide
to eliminate the husky hoodlums.
Hence,the federal government has
taken '4 billion naira' to carry out
this operation,respecting the uninterested
interest
of the masses. Here is the news.
N.T.A 7:00pm. Deola......"
Prophesy has come to
pass. 'Ekule Ole' and cray fish
not worth than #5,000. When
mingled and moistured can
conspicously carry out the opera-
tion successfully. Then why
'4 billion naira?'- won't accept this
offer if to me offered.
Such amount for rats?........
Hmmm....these rats!
Who are these rats?-
Rats with two hands,two
eyes,two legs,a nose.
Rat whose glottis is active.
Full of themselves,claiming rights
Graced with deceptive life swimming
and vividly drown in ocean of lies.
These rats!
Leaves their abode at
mid-day,travels to other
forests to hunt riches.
Hunt?..... No!, squander the
riches they've gotten from
the purse of their masters- suffering
masters.
After showcasing their wealth
In those forest. Then,they'll
saunter back into
the waiting cupboard and steal
'Meats from pots', 'Eat some part of
the bread- they're already satisfied'.
They'll resume their usuall relay.
And return the same circle.
Maybe you know those rats.
Those rats on Agbada-mehn!
Driving luxurious jeeps,living
in braw duplexes bewitched with
fumming air conditioners.
Those rats that are always hungry-
contending for post and Ranks.
Buying different PARTS for their
Draining CARS.
Hope you know these rats.
I think we truly need to
eliminate these RATS with
Iron insecticides,pushing them
into the ocean of remonstration
and patriotic regrets. Those
RATS should go through those famished
Bullets!.
Or what do you think?
Hmmm.....these rats!
17:01:09:13:11
Sweet petrichor, you rise like a phoenix
from the moist lush green vegetation,
filling my nostrils with your earthy essence.
Tell me, is it any wonder that the sky cries?
Peering down at the earth’s destruction she sobs bitterly.
Her torrent of tears causes rivers to burst their banks,
houses built on flood plains are in peril from a deluge of water.
It is the greed of man who ruins our earth
Changing the natural course of rivers,
constructing houses in areas of coastal erosion,
destroying our rain forests for filthy lucre.
Is it any wonder that the sky cries?
Peering down at the earth’s destruction she sobs bitterly.
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Have you heard of the wise old Owl
Who sits in the old oak tree
Have you wondered why the wise old Owl
Attracts the forests creatures to he
Well, what this old Owl could do
He was always prepared to listen
And for that he passed on his wisdom
Soon the forest began to glisten
Then came that terrible day
When others thought he knew nothing at all
All the creatures ran amok
In a frenzied do what you like ball
The old Owl was having none of this
And he called on the forest elders to court
If you keep carrying on this way
What you have, I shall have to abort
And behold the very next day
The forest became quiet and serene
On the old oak tree the old wise Owl declared
What you have now achieved, humans can only dream
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gentle does the rainfall
in the cold dark night
but it can never wash away
the things the darkness hides
her bright laughter as we played
on warm summer days
in bright sunshine in the parks
and on forests shaded trails
on bicycles with bright chrome
riding together down country roads
fields of grain waving in the breeze
as we passed on our way
of bright hope of children born
and of their glad cries
of all the things that they would learn
and all that they would be
of bright hopes and joyful plans
formed in the dark of night
of all the dreams that we had
for the bright coming days
time does ever slip away
although we never do see
the things that we too often lose
as it passes away
many dreams and hopes I had
of all that I would do
in the bright in coming days
now lost in the falling rain
To think what we have done to this plaint
And now it is fast starting to lose it's worth
But we have been warned by mother earth
Just look at the mess we have made of it
At one time we questioned global warming
Now something that's constantly talked about
Fossil fuels burned , at an extreme amount
The fact that we have had so much warning
Now there's a massive hole in the ozone layer
Yeah I know this has all been said allot before
But still destroying everything right to the core
Like all of the wild life and all of the agriculture
Rain forests now fast becoming waste lands
Polluting the atmosphere with our toxic waste
Before long there won't be any human race
And to think all of this done at our own hands
Change's in the weather, changes in altitudes
Which only contributes to famine and disease
Perhaps were blind to it all no one then see's
If we're so clever why not change our attitudes
Or the situation is only then going to perpetuate
We have now been warned by mother nature
If we don't do anything sooner rather than later
We will one day pay for the damage we create
AGAIN A BIT MORE OF A POLITICAL AND UNIVERSAL ISSUE A BIT LIKE THAT
OF WORLDS STATE, A JILTED BENERATION , AND ELEMENTS OF LIFE
this I did mention brefliy in the original version of worlds state but something
wanted to write about seperlety similer to worlds state in the fact a never of many
issues that needs adressing though I do think the goverment has the power to do a lot
if they wanted to instead of dictaing these so called public school boys
why was this issue not adressd years ago in the fiftys sixes so on
the war cant be helping to the atmosphere
Acts 14:17 (KJV) “Nevertheless he left not himself without witness, in that he did good, and gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness.”
Dew drenched mornings soften the spirit’s longings,
Drowning the night in impatient dreams,
Hungry for the hope of a morning who silences the night,
With all its dark shadows, gloomy and distant,
In colors of grief and woe, hurrying through parted seas
Sprays of loneliness and melancholy,
Bleeding impressions all through the twilight’s flames,
Fireflies risking all they have to simply say,
Life is more than merely shadows and pain,
There is wonder that stills a heart’s tears with summer rain,
Gently blessing the forests, the hills, the oaks
All the stories who return light to the morning desires,
As winds whistle through the skies, goosebumps,
Trembling on the edges of a prayer,
Sent to heaven on the wings of true love,
Who knows that this is the song of a sunlight muse,
Abiding in the rhythm of heartfelt truths,
Pouring down, showers of insight and beauty,
Graceful as the sigh who breaths out yesterday’s song,
Glowing quietly on the heart who believes
Through it all, summer’s rain nurtures and prolongs,
Bleeding hope through the dreary afternoon,
Bringing a chorus of richest splendor in streams of praise,
Drizzling over the moon and sun in faded devotion,
Alive, like the gentle in a grace,
Soothing the silence and making a way
For the gladness of summer’s acclaim,
Rushing into the thunder like souls bound by faith.
When it rains in summer, the joy is abundant,
Like the all-consuming way…
Sunlight releases the day and instructs the hills to pray,
For the rain to fall, to play, but then,
Turn and walk away – just walk away…
Raining in summer colors the heart in gray,
But promises the soul it will not betray…
Where the rain falls, the sunlight follows,
Restoring the music of each song the rain will sing,
Like a heart who is famished and finds food,
Summer’s rain restores the gentle with its flow.
Summer’s rain is the answer to nature’s yearning for hope to grow.
Have seen an utopian lane, amidst the thicket, latent In the abode of the clouds, in the lap of the tranquil wilderness, far far away from the mundane mist!
A wheezing sparsely inhabited hamlet, Khonoma, a centuries- old settlement, so green, so serene!
Its' pristine unsullied views, lush wilderness, verdant bushes, aromatic wild blooms, resplendent orchids, rippling rills, are untouched and sacred!
The Angami tribes, the thorpes' dwellers lead an uncustomary simple life, crammed with ancient, timeless traditions and practices, with nature's absolute accord!
The unique panaromic cultivation practice, terrace farming, sprawling on the slopes makes the very sight elating!
Look, the remote richest biodiversity region is twirling with the endemic scented native flora and fauna, the boscage are cramming with untamed wild colourful fruits!
The revered cultural bird, the grey-billed Tragpon, is intoning from the bushes, making the milieu frolic!
Myriads of colourful birds are migrating to nestle in the sacred bushes of the mystic rills!
The pellucid drops from the misty mesas of nearby cascades are playing with the colourful pebbles!
Far from the pandemic, the cherubic hilly terrain is bustling with cerulean rills, shrouded by tropical rain forests and stepped paddy fields!
How finite are the rustic folks' wants and needs, the primitive shanties to dwell, the crystal cascades to quench, the crops of the golden fields to feed the mouths, the vibrant fiestas with nature's changing seasons to celebrate!
A paragon of men and nature in absolute harmony, is lying placidly, the transcendental picturesque tableland, Khonoma, the wheezing green hamlet, an utopia untrodden to bless the naive natives of the far flung highland!
" Sometimes in quest of no man's Utopia, we may miss the existing unleashed Utopia in proximity, yet untrodden " Quote by poet
November 11th 2021
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Between sweat dripping on sunsets lips
Young girl licks her cherry smile
Horizon splits open with her roller blades
Takes to the highway flying by
Jets away with speeds increasing by the mile
Solid body firm and sweet
Hills are happy to be massaged
Then something weird still not conceived
Soon happens as she lifts ball bearing needs
Cuts through heavy grasses in pastures green
Forests come on faster than a bullet
Fall behind her at the speed of light
Roller girl is hungry for the race
Leaves the planet with such grace
Arms lifted to the planets
Breasts open wide to the embrace in outer space
Where racing is a challenge
You can guess there is no stopping her
On the atmosphere she spins awhile
Traveling past Mars before she takes a breath
Music playing in her head set, batteries in place
Merging with the tune of cosmos turbulence
She's dancing along the rings of Saturn now
When she returns for sleeping soft as snow
Not knowing how rolling begins and ends
Wheels still spin remembering