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Victory Iheanacho Poem
I talk to myself
All through the process of my reasoning.
Finding the right words to say
I talk to myself
Exhausting every thought to the latter
Being meticulous about my every word to the letter
I talk to myself
It is a dialogue between my conscience
The negotiation instills my competence
My actions reveals the evidence
I talk to myself
Though they regard me to be reserved
But deep down inside of me I'm not
I talk to myself
And when my thoughts wobbles
I think aloud, i think afresh
I am my thoughts in body and flesh
I talk to myself
It is the prerequisite for my planned course of actions
Folks may not know why people think aloud
It is my recreation ever found
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Victory Iheanacho Poem
Crazy how your number use to be number one on my dial-log to now not being even in appearance at all.
Scrolling down our inundated text messages on my phone, tagged with dates in the past. I realized it is now thoughts redirected, attention drifted, interest shifted, memories faded, feelings dwindled, motivation daunted and all time we spent unaccounted.
We started off pretty well in a chain reaction, clinched together in ignorance of nothing that could crack nor break us. Longed for more moments beyond euphoric description, little were we aware, we were just passionately enamored of this shadow of a dream.
Kissed and snuggled, goofed and laughed, to fought and argued off numerous teases and pleases, even smiled through the pain. Now the tears all washed up in the rain. You were a part of all the things I was about, until the silence crept in and put us apart.
Words soaked up in emotions diluted with fragments of depression, too obscure for the right expression. We were utterly a product of our own insecurities... But amidst all, there was LOVE whose true measure is not the way I feel about you but the way you make me feel about myself... Where is that love now!?!
7.7.17
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The time yet to come
Starts from now and thereon
A time far fetched to be born
Behold
I shall reap all I have sowed.
I pray to God
That my days ahead be bright
More life and experiences of delight
As I keep thy faith to be upright
I shall stand and procure what's right.
Beautifully, I paint the picture on my mind
As my efforts and commitments are bound
Utilizing possibilities in every opportunity
I foresee my future in reality.
My future shall be an epitome of God's wonders
In as much as I keep up and not slumber
Though, tomorrow may never be promised
I shall continue to live in the moments of my
dreams.
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You be the reason of my outcome
Be the bearer of the pain
Be the endurance through my period
For days to months I framed inside of you
Smiled to the sound of my cry
Held me close to your heart
Whispered a name to my ear
Called for a celebration to my birth
In my sleep i felt so save from the world
In your motherly nurture.
I advanced to be mature
Tutored me the necessity to a brighter future.
The memories of childhood Be my mind's vivid
picture.
My childhood tears, You made me shed
Has been the rod you never spared
Mother and son: Bow and arrow
You shot me into my tomorrow.
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Life is a journey
A journey through the unseen
A journey different from other journeys
We all go through
Face trails, get tempted
No one is exempted.
Why is there a heartfelt story
Somewhere in everyone's moments?
Yet people rejoice
Some, they perish
I've trailed through this journey,
Looking for a definition
Yet, no preferable conclusion.
Some so smooth
Some so rough
Mine is so tough
Learned so many ideas
And lost much zeal
Is it ideal to be idle?
Whereas the idle mind conceives terror
And a busy hand goes mislead.
What is sure to a perfect life?
Is it a life full of lies?
Or a life with the light
Life of delight with a plight is half a life.
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It is the beginning of the day
The cock crows
The cool breeze blows
Toads and crickets retire to their homes
As birds start to sing sweet melodies above.
The earth is wet from the midnight dew
The cloud all white reforming its blue
All plants arise for the sun to shine
Breakfast bennnnn ready for us to dine.
Bright and brighter
The day gets better
What tells the atmosphere?
It signals that the sun is near.
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