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Nostalgic Groans

Once I remember, I was pupil a decade behind
Nada flowing in my gist,but parent rememberance
Who toured, Pearls me a day and infinity
To be onto twinkle today's milieu
Oh a nibble was a villager of its effects!

Abhorring schooling with silence reactions
While genders groaning for being with
And therefore,crowns shelves eyed at a stage
As the dreams of their series term
I became limbo for the school-edges, frozen claims as the student
Wandering my precious days on deplorable doors
That couldn't goddess my further steps
The crowns-burden retired, which led them down.

Still nothing to en masse , instead of calm
Edged,my sphere swirling darkness the serenity
Because of my battering crown's words
Blacken moonlight mournfully to drag me out of it's aura
Hopeless,the crowns bedded off from the globe.

Letting me rages between ridges
Further mirth,astrocious astray beside the scenic colours
Where the screams is?
"Nostalgic groans would never refill
The hungry staving thy intestine
Dance down and shelves:for rosy you ascertained paths"
Alas!firmed should be I and flicker on your stamped!
For the next of my ghost-days.

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A Rainy Season

Whirling and tripping of clouds stilted
From polar-late to polar-early brimmed
Made travellers frowned with positive effects
And less frightening bodies but ghost;
And chasing cheers cheerfully to the roamers
Stern and becoming handy to paddle soil
Some sandy,loamy though ours is clay.

Planting darling grasses:each treads space another
With the sequence serenity serves by
Neither a weed wilderness from watching over by
And nor popping them out of the calmly weather
Builders and Carpenters expelled from the landscape with chemicals; 
Brothers annuals weeds,while others
Crowd-less with biennials and off to perennials.

Loving still bounds till the lights comes
Yearly invites phantom to edge the elders
Sun rays coying clouds after miles
Before perennials upon to worth the sides
And later, pregnant tomb and stuffy,and radiance.

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My Lovely Pigeon

Oh, emeralds of days
Life is the stages on bedded roses
Loving you becoming lights side
Of my hills lovely shines
In ticks of love ,clock remains as our veil
Roses are blooming to be guest's gender
Once my mind wandering to daub you,
And compile crannies in your core
Bow and show it to my world
Please should I be your cinnamon?
O' dear cowslip of my scents
I hope to soothe you a day and two
For when fluids diffusion; in shadows we mingles and knocks many!
'Tis together we share pleasantries
Your love should never flee away from I:
And I vow'd to water your hays
Hurrah!I named you my "my lovely pigeon"

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A Courteous Curtain

A courteous curtain
Looked thready with fine silk
Scenting of my core
Which led linger rose in my mind
And with no fleeing ticks
But almost ding-dong devotes
Potent day and night
Shrouds,when I come in
Shields,when I come out
Dripping that cotton every moment
For not to streets cowslips
To steal me from her role
Let I vocal vomits vociferously
"Am I boastful beaming as her turban?
Oh,I love you courteous curtain
For vile of my days"

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Less Drought By Words

The hoi polloi were inquisitive of pelting
Forage famine and began to shrivelling
Drought blanket and upon the entire bush
The thatches restored ramshackle to meagre
And starvation startling the crofters.

In the season they'd all crowned;than ago
And sentenced to less drought by words
Soon set out beside huts and encountered
To the Deity,for a blissful impeachment
And for Him to shadow them with pelting.

Colour yet for speed twenty beseeches
Which should-less bigotry retired
Though, extroverts gallantry shelves frequently
Rosy,Giver retorted it to them:not for bigotry...
And worthwhile them with the parabolic season.

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Stage of Groans

Nobody here delivered to be deaf
And introvert of his stools
Life is the bunch of roses
Fruitful to smells and holds for precious
Letting any motion mining marigolds
Of their flowers fairy blossoms
Blooming to stage of groans
To be very present,be like ocean:
Ergo,for if that frozen to them
I shall swims to swarms stream
With a marshy I mingled on
And groans to my inspirational dreams
Daubing them into Colossus crisps
And suffice of my life lineal layers.

© Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo

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The Single Born

The single born,is like cowslip
Blooming freshly
In a winter-garden
Potent and virile aside
Waiting for watering can
To water it and avail coolly.

The single born,fled rivals away
Boon blithely in a bullion
Just as the only Navel in the quarter
Buffet his ticks stilted
Wailers remains silence
Instead of I from galore.

The single born, you're parent's gaze 
Tried of them to see you smile,
Alacrity!
Always stuck you onto orthostatic
Loudly "you are vile,
Pal of shadows men and boys,

Winter -man...
The giant Astro;
Who twinkles on everyone's ego
Different that of throngs"
The single born, you're mild,
And fresh cinnamon.

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The Song of a Poet

The Song Of  A Poet
(Dedicated To Amirah Akilu)

The song of the rain 
Preaching us to farm
And be workaholics!

The song from the stream
Administer us to refresh our life
For being good and aesthetic!

The song voices by the birds
Is the most beautiful and sexy
How that it could be?

'Tis twirling lights tonight
And even when the sun born the rays
O! They sing to crown-molding!

I'm gleeful for being with you
As the preacher of our thatches area —just 
To make our togetherness in the future

What is life when feud friended?
Life wouldn't be continued murmuring
But it will be in a regular retrogression.

Have mercy to each other
And not forget about the Almighty God
In any colour you blink thy eyes

Stand very chubby for His shaping
Because one day it will be no more
And it will slip away in your life.

© Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo

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A Glimpse

A glimpse

Life is a strange event
that own twin tongues
of the same mouth
like that of a serpent
contains both venom and its remedy. (1)

Happiness and and tragedy crave
and compete to lord 
on the single throne
though 'tis only one that will become a king
—ere the end! (2)

On every event each beat or rhythm
has its own vocalizers and dancers—
some serenade serene sonnets and waltz
while others grudge to mourn melodious dirge
— for two songs stream from different tunes. (3)

©® Muhammad Abdulhamid Kumo

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My Family

Ours is a rooks rampant
Nest and knitted
In a wide hut
Calmly.
The crows crowing
To be twinkle-flights
Which is aimed by everyone
All over the world.