The black and white devil clouds,
Becomes true beauty for me.
The sweetest vioce of singing birds,
Becomes a Song for me.
The stable leaves and branches of still trees,
Becomes high flying Birds for me.
Imagination beautifully colours your life,
Like a Heaven with all great vibes.
We can survive in imagination,
We can live in imagination.
We can roar in imagination,
We can die in imagination.
We sometimes like or hate imagination,
But imaginations never comes to the end till our death.
My love, you are the fountain of my youth
In steps and stones and sacred shrines of truth
Sitting afloat the pureness of the air
You glow at night and with-in light you glare
A kiss from you is like an ancient tea
That heals thy all from head to heart and knee
Your beauty is the music nature plays
As rainbows rise and decorate your rays
Without your love methinks I might decay
And blue skies would exist forever grey
And nature would have no melodic tune
Thus winter would appear itself in June
If any a man was blessed, it would be me
If anything is pure, your love would be
Where I come from
Women are morale formed
Symbol of sanity
In a world of insanity
Mother Nature in personified
Mother to old and young alike
Better half of a man
A man ages above her
To be better, she is submissive
Submission, made possible by respect
Through the ages gaps the respect becomes natural
To love a man ages younger is unnatural
Therefore unwomanly, though women are blameless
Blinded by the illusion of sexual expressionism
And freedom which is not needed
With the presumed weakness, comes the strength
The strength that is fast eluding us
You don’t have to be men women
Because we men are jealous of women
For they always stoop to conquer
Who ever said age is just a number lied
Age substitutes wisdom and experience
Nature made it so and nature is woman
Offor Ujunwa
on the contest- Cougar Effect
Permettez-nous d'être ensemble. Le coeur ne devrait pas être seul, la nature ne le
permettra pas. L'univers est attaché par l'amour ... par la connexion ... par la
chaleur éternelle de passion qui garde la terre tournant autour du soleil, pourquoi
devrions-nous être chacun différent ? Prenez ma main, pas pour vous ou moi, mais
pour le monde lui-même .... cela ne sera jamais complet sans nous ensemble.
(translation)
Let us be together. The heart should not be alone, nature will not allow it. The
universe is bound by love...by connection...by the eternal heat of passion which
keeps the earth spinning around the sun, why should we be any different? Take my
hand, not for the sake of you or me, but for the world itself.... it will never be
complete without us together.
I had a walk through her majesty,-
I walked through fascinations
For ages.
White peaks foaming wine quenched athirst me.
Deep down the dense wild valley
Flowed a tribune-I bathed my senses.
For her necklace it was Nature itself,
For her girdle-ring it was Nature itself
As exposed as Nature could be.
A heart so passionate
And lively compassionate
Reason was her mantle ornate.
Elfin smile and lucid looks on her
It were elegance and mischief together.
I saw
Hermits and angels competing earnestly,
I saw
Monks in caves
In desperate meditation for the artifact,-
She was creator’s every single luxurious imagination.
I had a walk through her majesty,
I walked through fascinations
For ages,-
White peaks,foaming wine,quenched
Athirst me,
Deep down the dense wild valley
Flowed a tribune,
I of bathed my senses.
For her necklace it was nature itself
For her girdle-ring it was nature itself.
A heart so passionate
And lively compassionate,
Reason was her mantel ornate.
Elfin smiles and lucid looks on her
It were elegance and mischief together.
I saw hermits and angels
Competing earnestly,
I saw monks in caves meditating desperately;-
An artifact of creator's every single imagination.
I met the beauty, an eye to an eye,
seems, like the sea with its spreaded arms claps to meet the shore.
I spoke the words, a truth from the heart,
seems,like the sky with its cotton fields waits for a shower on the earth.
I felt the thirst… for the first meet,
seems, like the cold winter night waits,
….to meet the warmth of the daylight.
I touched my soul….for the first prayer for my love,
seems, like the calmness from olive branches of the dove.
I heard the voice…the voice from her eyes,
seems, like the nature speaks herself of her beauty.
I saw the dream, an angel infront of my eyes,
seems, like the legends meets the history of a life.
I fell in love to the ocean of her eyes,
seems, like a mother sacrifice herself for her new born child.
I fell in love to the nature of her mind,
seems, like nation raise their heads’ for the anthem of their land.