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Fred Elorm Hornuvo Poem
It was a free ride down town
Full of obstructions
And multiple checkpoints
My pulchritude casts a spell
On entire human existence
As motley petals on insects
Many couldn't resist
A glimpse at me
I am a creation of the earth
I wish to exclusively
Spell out rules for humanity
But I can't always have my way
Growing affection and inattentively,
Let my guard down.
Nature exploited the innocent me
I felt stupid and confused
But neither alone nor helpless
Uncertain of hopes
For a brighter future
But it's time to make peace
With inner self and accept reality
The chance to right all wrongs
And anew personality
Give me time and space
To get back to myself.
For I am a jewel in others' lives.
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Fred Elorm Hornuvo Poem
Here I come in peace
And at your service
Sent to back you up
To fill a vacuum in your life
To supply your world
With the same kinds
And of similar features.
I am to care, love and be selfless
My heart literally comprises
Of precious minerals
And unique behavioural patterns
Priceless, delicate and rare
Yet, I am no exception
To my kinds of services
I welcome comforting treats
To grow, develop and flourish
To be loved, protected and cared for
I was designed to unite
And fix broken parts completely
My emotions, feelings, perception
And sense of entitlement
Weighs more of me
But that is just me
Help me live my life on yours
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Fred Elorm Hornuvo Poem
I once met an old traveler ,
He said; "Do it for you and yourself".
Weightless in speech,
deep as roots of a Shepherd tree.
A torn wailing clothe reached out
for change or a mere patch,
but the flesh reluctantly ignores.
The old traveler spoke his mind.
Wool bearer bleats ease on streets,
naive and totally unconcerned
about their outfit and integrity.
The old traveler spoke his mind.
No need sacrificing what has life
for what is long gone.
Yet a stubborn fly, over dined.
The old traveler spoke his mind.
Reflective images look alluring
whether far or near,
but conversely, a huge debt blow.
Again, the old traveler spoke his mind.
"Will I be remembered as a traveler,
or 'just' a traveler"? He asked ?
And then, I heard footsteps
silently echo away into thin air.
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Fred Elorm Hornuvo Poem
I am a warrior of a kingdom
A subordinate of a higher command
Who toil and strive for greatness
Render services for the sake of Humanity
And social perceptions
There is hope for a fair treatment
And the wish to harvest
Fruits of viable seeds
Planted in the fields
But then, the unexpected
Struck me in the face
High hopes of fruitfulness
Dwindled down the drain
I am heartbroken
I am speechless
This reality was a bitter pill
I couldn't blame my self though
There were few reasons to trust
I am now vulnerable to comprehend
To numerous suggestions
I really wish to amend my thoughts
In relation to your actions
I yearn to better this version of myself
Yet negative energy from within
Shut me down
The scope of life
Was wider than i thought
My best , I've done
And I deserve rest too
I've learnt. I'm still learning
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Fred Elorm Hornuvo Poem
Thoughts flew in quickly in sequence
Weighs more as metric tonnes of rod
The mind is stressed and overburdened
Literally more effective than the heart
We set our various senses out loud
In search of answers
To realistic and imaginary questions
To find solutions and suggestions
To curb looming inconveniences
Our wants and needs
Tend to put us in tiny boxes
Where chances of survival are slim
We are unique in various segments
The reason we approach issues
With diverse technicalities and skill sets
Situations define us
It is either we stand the test of time
Or fall flat to our fears and troubles
Strive to make informed choices and decisions
And in the end
All crimsonlike thoughts and perceptions
Will exist in reality as white as snow
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Fred Elorm Hornuvo Poem
A white frosty morning
With a highly humid atmosphere
Fresh and clean breeze
Cascades down the mountain
Dews relax on surfaces
Fog arrests the beauty
Of the high and low lands
Furs bow in uniqueness
Stuffed cloak re-assigned
My days are now short
And temperature very low.
I am losing myself
When do I get to feel warmth ?
Do daytime always come with heat ?
I waited in anticipation
With high stake expectations
For my wish to come to pass
And then the silent cold environment
Whispered to me
"Chill out, it's winter"
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Fred Elorm Hornuvo Poem
There are unending fired shots
which keeps one on their toes
to always push to be great.
Bullets emanates from varied firearms;
where some targets are locked in,
some aimed at and others
to be picked by stray bullets.
One has the chance to either retreat
or face their fears.
Retreating saves a part of you
but equally makes you weak.
The brave shields and fight back
with fierce resistance.
Surprise counters at times
downplays opponents' perceptions
and mindsets about situations.
This sometimes equals victory.
And such resultant wins,
equates to being given a trophy
at the negotiation table.
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Fred Elorm Hornuvo Poem
Never be bewildered
That my instincts submerged
In the malevolence and
Dearness of the world
Could have been reinvigorated
By you, saved and renewed
Just like a resurging lep
When the latter opts out
I am created of giant solid rocks
Stationary but mutable
And you the damp feel
Of winter fur lies
Songs of fresh breeze
Declines as cascades
And my lyrics being lawns
Of undulating grass
Silent chirps and murmurs
I expected less but asked nothing
That deep undemanding tenderness
I gravely wish to offer a little space
To achieve my dreams in yours.
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Fred Elorm Hornuvo Poem
It all boils down
From an undermining perspective
Downplayed when quantified
But a starting point
Hardly can you see
But condenses and precipitate
The collapse of a firm ?
I was a leaking penny
On various blindspots
Can make or unmake you
With just a phrase
And not an edition
I feel liss in your abode
As you wallow in despair
Until you become decedent
Latent and rarely apparent
Don't take me for granted
I am small but mighty
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Fred Elorm Hornuvo Poem
Oh, how lovely to cast thy eyes on heavenly bodies.
Where satellite images refract
beneath clear transparent streams.
Myrtles mute and calm.
Wherein verdurous traits acquired.
Yearns to cross t-s' and dot i-s' .
Thoughts flew through for considerations.
Cool breeze through lustrous despondent atmosphere.
Goosebumps all over bodily cover.
Some fond improbable delights.
But striking the flag not an option.
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