"If love lived as we imagine rather than dressed in reality’s fashion, the world would be filled with wonderful passion." Poet
Loving eyes often just see how they feel
based on their heart's inherent color wheel.
Logic's view is not considered much
once eyes have hooked love for hearts to reel.
Love resides within loves own clutch
where sweet visions clasp focused touch.
Lacking sightings of any downfall,
love bright eyes do not imagine such.
Sometimes love fails to see the wall
time evolved, incredibly dark, tall
and built from piled heart debris pain.
Love wide eyes are blind to false thrall.
Dreamy eyes never sought to view love's strain,
nor has any heart seeking gain.
Love wants to embrace all its true view knew,
not add more pain to mark time's dark wall stain.
POEM
JOY OF MOTHERHOOD
The joy of motherhood, a wondrous thing,
African mothers know the love it brings.
Through pain and struggle, they give birth anew,
Their strength and courage, a pure and true view.
With smiles that shine like the morning sun,
They tenderly care for each little one.
Their hearts, overflowing with boundless love,
A precious gift from the heavens above.
When their children stumble, they pick them up,
Encouraging them to reach for the top.
With wisdom and guidance, they gently lead,
African mothers, providing all they need.
From village to city, they diligently toil,
Their perseverance, a reflection of royalty.
Their beauty and grace, an inspiring sight,
African mothers, shining so bright.
So let us celebrate these queens of the land,
For their endless love and guiding hand.
Their hearts, pure; their souls, strong and true,
African mothers, we give thanks to you.
Written by: Abdulai kpaka Mansaray.
You are what you eat
What you see now
Competes
Screen each true view
Nothing under the sun
Is really new.'
The wise man lives with a conscious realization
that God sees knows and observes everything
for He alone is the maker of all history
nobody can change this fact whatever they bring
The foolish man is pleased to close himself
to the truth of God's knowledge about him
thinks only that he knows always best
such is the wisdom of man but so dim
The unconverted man has a conscience
for he knows there is indeed a God
but suppresses every thought of evidence
convincing himself eternity is flawed
But God brings divine reprobation
which is where God allows man a free reign
in their sinfulness rush into displeasing God
committing sins pleasurable full of stain
There's a cure for society to find redemption
that's getting hold of God's true view
as the forefathers had in the reformation
God's merciful forgiveness can make one all new
O blessed omniscient sovereign God
how we all should love and obey
you in this life for your own glory
then enjoy your infinite love for eternity
I am wanted to speak
My heart want to make conversation
But whom I have no knowledge
I am blindly viewing not on track
Something true something lies
Life is a tale of do and die
May my search get destination
May be life touch true rise
Way is long someone calling from too far
Finishing need work too hard
I am as like broken leaf
Flying with the air flow
Truth is fiction, rising is dark
Sky is not give true view
Solid step need to rise
Show me way before I die
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