Love you forever; like the first thought, you never left my heart.
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I am Adejola Joseph from Odo Jesha Ilesha Osun State Nigeria. I believe in God. I believe in truth, integrity and honesty. I believe in firmness of character, discipline and hardwork. I am optimistic and realistic. That's me.
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How do you expect to travel to the moon and stars if you do not first give up the Earth
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Let the fires come, for the heart does not flee to hide—it runs to be consumed by the very music we create.
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First God, then my wife, then my cats...in other words, my first choices are to let love control me.
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The first signs of growing old, is struggling to get your shoes on.
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"Pain is the fire that refines our strength; it may burn, but it fuels the drive to rise higher."--Neo Lechwenyo
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Poetic license wouldn't exist had the first to use it not done so in a manner that tickled the critics.
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A wish is only the first faint whisper of intention and must be nourished with deep and abiding purpose to grow steadily, inevitably, into the great symphony of our whole being.
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Sometimes you need to be hit over the head with a board before you wake up and realize that what you had with someone was special. A second board to the head because the first board didn't work.
Sometimes the they just can't find a big enough board
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"Fear is the darkness that fuels the fire of our greatest strengths." ~Bella Joy
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"O Woman, before thee I bow in meek reverence; for in thee dwell beauty and gentle care, bright inspiration and steadfast heartening of the soul, love’s sacred fire, and that sovereign grace whereby thou givest life the life."
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Walking through fire reveals the sky.
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If you would speak truly, first learn to hate your own voice.
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“He who tendeth first the hearth of his own soul,
doth rend the veil 'twixt self and all,
and in that silent concord, mercy ascendeth
as river, flame, and marrow through the bones of the world.”
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“To burn in frozen fire I sought to name Love; ended I both furnace and glacier, yet neither warmed nor chilled the soul.”
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Love is like fire; it burns and warms.
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The eyes of conception curves its way the streams of life begin astray. Fire burns flowers grow the more we learn the less we know.
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Pain strives to firmly grasp our heart's door so it opens to reveal us.
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Of death and taxes, death will be cured first.
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How old is the earth? Just take the past 5,000 years, how far technically man has come...follish to think we are the first great (so called civilization) -- when the bible talks of creation, timelines, much is spiritual truth, applying to many generations even civilizations. Yes, man will fall again, and again, and again. Till we get right with God. Not a one of us, has ever left this world for long. We are dead...and death will repeat over and over. Few know it. Part of the problem.
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Some of my poems have to be my lesser poems. I'm composing those first, to get them out of the way.
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Any poem involves three people: 1) the person who wrote it, 2) the person who speaks it, and 3) the person who reads it. To confuse the first person with the second person is to guarantee the poem won't be successful, which is why so few successful poems are being written today. The poet's goal instead should be to bring the second and third persons as close together as possible.
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The first time I saw Newton's laws, it struck me that they were very simple. What's the big deal? It is that there are many things that are simple, and very few of them are right. The difficulty is not the solution, it is the act of finding it.
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Whoever first said, "It's better to be lucky than good" was undoubtedly just bested by someone who got lucky. Good has a much better track record.
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before expecting someone to change , its better to first change our brain
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I only read a poem if its first line gives me a tingle.
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The first time I saw you my face lit up like
a feral woman incarcerated in concrete who found the maverick flow of the ocean.
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First he put his foot in his mouth, then he shot himself in the foot.
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You read poetry the way you drink wine. First you smell, then you sip, then you savor, then you swallow.
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