really wish I could define ma life,
All things have bin doing in life, has bin based on "writes"
I questioned ma self, abt it, if it is "RIGHT "
"Am I Mr write ???"
Many writeups have written without a repeated rhymes.
I actually, thought that could define ma life
Hmmmmm!!!!
I actually thought ma life was based on that.
I draw so much, I can paint u with ur "hat"
Have draw a lot of celebrities and stars.
I wish this is the real definition to ma life, so has to know where to START.
This life!!!
Have danced in the past,
Have bin awarded a merit in it at last.
I coordinate,
I imitate,
I learn,
easy for me to do, has at then.
Will this be the new definition of me, I guess if am "RIGHT"
I wish am writing for the "whites"
Americans love this, especially with ma love quotes, and the short stories that rhymes.
The complexity of ma life, is not find in dictionary.
A good definition of this, is well labelled in ma own dairy.
Own definition of life
Categories:
writeups, desire, inspirational, power, self,
Form: Bio
He was called to face the crowd,
He look at him self, in mirror and shout,
He wish for this, some years, not now,
But, he never knew it will be as quick, now now.
He was happy, because is facing the crowd,
Doing his things, because is holding the crown.
He gathered confidence from the people around,
Encouragement, from is families, at home,
He went out and face the crowd,
Speaks of his words, ways allowed.
In friendly manner, in way they want,
He was accepted, not in way they thought.
And he was celebrated in the ways he want.
Now is making his voice heard to the world at large.
I was called to face the crowd,
To make my writeups Speaks in the ways that touch...
Am here, because am holding a crown.
Phemmy Oluwafemi.
Categories:
writeups, art, dedication, leadership, poets,
Form: Sonnet
Flying in fancy's wayward balloon
We borrow rhymes from moon
Wordsmiths as we are
And twinkle afar like a star
Though our poems have no defined goal
They offer solace to human soul
Like newspapers our writeups
Do not turn stale the next day
For they are meant longer to stay
Our mark we make on eternity
And our strength is not length
But brevity.
Time cannot at us laugh
For we are makers of epitaph
Our obituary marks end of an epoch
And our fame is founded on rock
Nandlal Kanjibhai Pancholi
Copyright ©2005 Nandlal Kanjibhai Pancholi
Categories:
writeups, imagination, life, mystery,
Form: Lyric