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Love the oldest,
Love the youngest,
The smallest,
The broadest.
Imperfectly perfect,
Proudly humble.
Endlessly end,
Peacefully troubled.
Quietly lousy,
Uncountable counting.
Pleasurable painful,
Ungainly gainful.
Resurrecting in killing,
Smiling in weeping.
Coming in going,
Abiding in departing.
Truth in lies,
Open-mindedness in sly.
Elevation in humiliation,
Built in destruction.
Unity in separation,
Honesty in temptation.
Standing in tribulation,
Thanking in starvation.
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Love a burning fire,
But never to consume.
Even though she wonders,
But she never get confused.
Love is the source of life,
The fountain of light.
Love, so above death.
And she has no end.
The she's highly immortal,
But she in love with the mortal.
She is sane,
But love the insane.
She is so peaceful
But she's found in a troublesome place.
So careful,
She sojourns in this careless cave.
In an offensive place to pardon,
In sinful house to forgive.
Descending to comfort the abandoned,
Coming so low for poor to give.
Going blind to see,
Far away to come near.
Hardened heart to believe ,
Becoming deaf to hear.
Pleading in rejection,
Blessing the prosecutor.
Hunted but growing,
Hated but reigning.
Too real to the fools,
Because is so true.
Erred men don't believe its free,
Because is so cheap.
So abundantly, but only few has it.
The people she love are rejecting.
If you find one you're lucky,
Because she's one blood thing you can't just inherit.
My solemnity
Oh! I need you thou love,
I wonder if I can in men find one.
I can trade my eyes for it,
Because I know in her will I clearly see.
Really, men are so many.
But how many can truly love?
Marriage can be done within ten minutes,
But are mostly grounded in lust.
If you say you're true lover,
Show it to many like that pauper.
Don't only love your rich husband,
Show love to your maiden servant.
Preaching and boasting of it on the pulpit,
Have you ever have a meal with the poor?
Show it when sad and when happy,
Accommodate your enemies' daughter and son.
Tis easy to love our family,
That's not in the dictionary of we lovers.
It is easier for us to love the whole country,
And those that has once make us suffer.
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My precious was nearly destroyed by an heart breaker
but it was romantically rescued by an heart maker
my strength to trust was nearly gone
lovingly, i have it restored by a miss namely bimbo
Escape from the den of a lioness,
a beautiful kangaroo welcome me into her palace
when i thought that my love life is dead
and that no woman can again equate the balance
money is sweet and marriage is distasteful
those were the vain words of my mouth
cuz i have see too many ladies that are lustful
which weakens my tissues and gives me a bone
i lost a copper but look at the beauty of the silver i have
God have given a great, loving distance companion to my life
to teach me that there are still few that will reject the mark
those whose family not be tear apart
listen to her and be natural about it
you will see how her beauty glows
her inner beauty is far precious than onyx
her gesture like the flock of mount-Gilead's goat
her is a fountain of honey and milk
no other honeycomb is like my beloved words of her lips
i believe GOD is sending her to me
change my regretful believe
Ever since i met you
i wish to end up with someone like you
i am very to have naked the true
but i wish to have a picture you
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So my dear mum,
If I shall dearly come,
As I shall yearly gives you joy,
You shall not relent neither shall you
stop.
I shall surely come,
But secretly deformed.
You will have to keep remoulding my
tongue,
And to keep me in form.
I shall come as a baby crying.
You will to lend me your breast to feed
me.
To help my thinking,
So that I can properly respond to your
teaching.
As a baby I shall be acting so stupid,
You need to keep moulding.
To keep on removing,
And be never tired of adding.
The growing shall not be that easy,
The flesh shall come pushing.
Remoulding me might to cause me lots
of pain,
It might have to move your hand with
cane.
All I wanna see in your face is that petty,
You'll have to mix love with that beating.
All to keep me in shape,
So shall I not bring you shame.
With time shall I grow so old,
Me you won't be able to grip or hold.
Then, will your words mould.
Twll help my conscience to grow.
If I shall truly bring you joy,
Then the choice is yours.
The wind of this world will against me
blown and I shall not be turned.
All because your words have made me
strong.
Don't be tired of me,
Am still that your egg.
Don't give up on me,
Even if am the ach in your head.
Even on your dyeing bed,
I still want to be there.
Those words you will say,
Will continue to keep me in shape.
When you're in grave,
Your words will be much more alive.
Then shall I say 'like my mama use to
say'
Those words shall bring you back to life.
To become a mother is more than leg-
spreading,
I doesn't end by giving birth.
You have to keep telling,
Till you'll be successful in moulding a
good conscience.
The work of the finder is less,
The moulder have to do more.
She doesn't need interference,
She doesn't need to be disturbed.
Moulding is very delicate,
When mistake are made,
This mistakes becomes an eye-saw,
And the moulder feel the pain much.
You need encouragement,
In order not to be too tired.
You need loveliness,
You need a good finder.
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Whenever I'm around you,
my hot brain became cool.
Blood, bone, veins functions well.
Its a remedy to my sickness.
You're more than a girl to me.
You're more than a friend to me.
You're more than a wife to be.
You're more than a life to live.
If the truth can live in World,
the world could have been a better place.
If the true boys can be truly loved,
This game could have a better game.
Your love in me is such a truth.
If not believe will cause a lot of pain.
It discourage me of being good.
And the truth in me will gently face.
I make my heart to hate pretty princess,
to strengthen your love in my heart.
I tried to get to your class,
to have that love which i lack.
If i can weep for help for so long,
more than a child crying to his mum for candy.
If i can cudgel my brain for so long,
locking my heart in truth and be candid.
If my vein you left in pain,
and you take your helpful love away.
And pretense grew over your face,
You decide to hit me where it pain
And sleep became my enemy.
And your thought became my tightest friend,
but my thought you left begging,
You bringing many things to death.
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The wind blew and the rain fell,
That twenty one inches into a rock was welt,
The flood came to wash all precious things in my heart away,
But your love in me firmly remains.
Your hot love mixed with my hot blood,
Your thought comes after that of GOD,
This is a prayer to GOD and its true,
That HE should make it a must that i should be with you.
Whenever I’m walking on the street,
In your love which I’m knee-deep,
Wondering why every lady's face bears your image,
Which make me blink twice my eyes to see their real face.
I promise in my heart that i won't fall in love again,
But in your presence are not decisions there to remain,
They all took wings and flew away,
Cause i can't put the spirit in a cage.
Your love is mercury to me,
More than the air I breathe,
To my heart is just the blood,
Can't do without it, else it stop.
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Many writers sitting round a dining tables,
Many before the chef on a queue,
Mouth-watering odour fill the room,
I have register, i was such a fool.
So i quickly did what i was ask to to do,
To taste the food that has gotten my interest glued,
A stranger came to ask me "what up with the queue"?
I said, "stop swallowing your saliva, go get some poetry soup."
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I am human,
Born of a woman.
So happy to see the sunlight,
Pleased at the sight of moonlight.
Everything I met here,
Except from my younger ones.
Though life sometimes makes regret,
But I wish to live more.
I love berries,
I love juice.
Love to drink when I am thirsty,
Love to be daily full of food.
Everything that I met here,
I love to have to them.
Beautiful mansion, the flying jet.
The riches and other's men's respect.
I learnt that some men are dangerous,
So I wanna be secured.
I love to be counted among the beautiful ones,
And to hear my Heart saying well done.
I love to be loved by someone,
I love to be grouped among some people.
I love to share my pains with love ones,
I wanna believe I'm saved among some people.
I wanna believe in something,
Things that sweet my conscience.
I wanna be known with something,
That make feel that I'm the blessed.
I'm sometimes happy,
Don't know why things must sometimes go dotty.
Sometimes I feel like I'm flying,
Don't know why I sometimes see myself crawling.
I've control over many things,
But not all if I may tell.
I've been happy about many deeds,
But there are some I deeply regrets.
I've been right to y'all,
But why are y'all now keep naming my wrongs.
I've received share from y'all,
I can now see different faces of rejection.
Two types of expression from the same face,
Why don't y'all remember my good deeds?
Why turneth thine face away?
Are these not those smiling cheeks?
Why did y'all love me as an angel?
Forgetting that I'm human being.
Expecting me to be always perfect,
Not expecting for once that my tongue should slip.
What are you doing to make me forgive myself?
The remembrance of death lies there.
My great grand parent are dead,
One day shall I be next.
Let me be happy about your love in my head,
To take my heart off my inevitable end.
To forget my unforgettable offence,
This is when I need you as my friend.
That I am human being,
The reason to be careful.
That's why you have to take core and deep thinking,
When there are people behind you shouting "hahoo"
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My people, my mirror,
People the great life donor,
The creatures that make me feel it exist,
The natures that make life real when it begin.
The world in it real form,
Deepest hatred and truest love,
From where i came from, to where I'll go,
No people, no trading and hustling places ,no home.
The creator knew it won't be complete,
For a person to alone leave in this world,
He created another being to assist,
because a person needs love.
In my imaginations,i risk being in this world alone,
To inherit the silver, bronze and gold,
I took over all the diamond and all precious stones'
The milk, oil and honey, nothing was left alone.
My store became full and i have lot to sell,
Liquid where so much that i filled up countless of barrels,
Check my thoughts, thousands of ideas are there,
Wisdom, understanding and knowledge are the tones of my words.
I want to sell, who wants to buy,
I want to freely give, who wants to receive,
I have all answers, but there is no why,
I,from speaking yelled, from yelling i cried but none is there to listen.
Then know i the importance of air to that burning fire,
The importance of air to the continuity of life,
The value of that liquid that came from my father,
The importance of the life-supportive egg from my mother.
Oh people bad and good,
Oh faces with lies and truth,
I am a king because there are people,
My coming into this world is between two people.
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This poem is just invented by me and I call it TOPAKALLUS.
The instructions are: You read it horizontal and vertical
Like this:
1 2 3 4
1 Storm come to go
2 In love never lost
3 Love making say oh
4 Stop haste no lust
For example: 1 horizontally is "Storm come to go"
1 vertically is "Storm in love stop"
So i want all readers to read it horizontally and vertically each line its call TOPAKALLUS
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No people, no GOD,
No Lucifer, no lust,
There wouldn't have been birth or grave,
No heavens, hell or Hades.
Oh GOD where would have sun been,
Her bursting rays hitting our dieing skin,
The gentle moonlight and the twinkling stars,
Where would it have end cause there wouldn't been a start.
Oh GOD look at what wouldn't have happen,
Countless of prayers and enraging idolatry,
Billion of shrines and most magnificent chapel,
our glorious faithfulness and man's hypocrisy.
Countless of believer and many that disbelieves you,
There won't be lies cause there won't be truth,
There wouldn’t be darkness cause of the absence of light,
The woes of death and hopeful life.
Oh thou earth what you would have missed could have numberless,
I'm sure of you being nameless,
Thine ideas of bronze and gold,
Thine riches of gems and precious stone.
Thine costly liquid,
With which you oil thine hair,
Thine hidden riches,
The ocean of thine wealth.
Thine outer endowments,
Mysterious stories you would’ve love to share,
If we thine husbands are absent,
Thine beauty, riches and eventful stories would've been useless.
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