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nilla (f)
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I'm sorry girl  But don't say you're depressed, because words are powerful. Even when i'm feeling down, I always tell myself I'm not depressed. Hope you feel more cheerful soon  take care I'm still waiting on Genial's. |
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nilla (f)
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For Somegirl
I don't know what hurts
I don't know where it hurts
But since you got the blues
I can only recommend the payment of dues
by Mac, Franc, Genial and Saintsam
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franc1982 (m)
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Congrats fluid Mac.
Where is genial? I can't wait to see his magic.
@somegirl,
What's going on sis?
Take good care of yourself,
We're really concerned here.
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saintsam (m)
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Genial, where art thou. Am beginnin to get curious over ur write up.
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macalurs (m)
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SomeGirl
Is e'erything ok? Who's the trouble? me? gwatala? jokes.
The poems don't matter if the poets are troubled.
Tell us what you feel. You don't have to tell us what the problem is. It's therapy in itself-- a problem (even half) shared.
We need you. I need you. You have to feel better; not because you have a choice, baby you don't.
You better feel better.
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macalurs (m)
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Am enjoyin everythin, the poems, the guys, the chicks. I think macalurs poem on peace won,very short and concise with great message to convey.
Now lets do somethn else.hmmmmmmmmm. lets write about Nigeria.
Congrats fluid Mac.
heeeey waatch it. And mr. sam, where's your piece? talkin'bout mac won You say you's best at this. If I were judge I'D give it to nilla. But then, Samster aint written yet. |
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saintsam (m)
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hey mac, i have written, 'save planet earth.' it another kind of peace am talkin about, read it again
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somegirl (f)
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Nilla, Franc, Macalurs: Thanks.
I looked for peace in vain,
All I found's a piece of pain,
Searched for love to heal the wound,
'twas just like another fighting round,
He's so sweet and gentle,
Almost sentimental,
I told him I loved him not,
That somebody else I got,
But, truely, it was a lie
And he knew it right from the tear in my eye.
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nilla (f)
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@ somegirl your welcome I guess your feeling much better now. your poem looks like its straight from the heart. GENIAL make an appearance now  |
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Genial (m)
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Thanks for your concern, everyone. I'll try to get something ready in a short while. I've been quite busy, but I think I can do something pretty soon. @Frank Thank you very much for your compliment. @Nilla Good writing. Keep it up! @Mac Great to see your concern for a sister. @saintsam thumbs up @somegirl Your tear is worth more than the price of rubies. Er. . . did I miss anyone? This should keep you all busy till I come again! |
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nilla (f)
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Thanx ok, we are waiting. what is supposed to keep us busy. . .  |
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nilla (f)
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Hey guys, Recently, I started blogging and i put up my (very amateur ) poems. If you guys want, I can put up some of your poems too on my blog. Let me know if your interested. You can find my blog through my profile. |
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nilla (f)
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Will be back with my comments, I have to read all 5 of them again |
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kachii (m)
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A WORRIED MIND
I have long been a dreamer
building my day on imagination
and fantasy.And dreams lording
me at night.
Once in bed am being tossed like the
wave on the sea.
Once in a state of ectasy am lured
into depression by my worries
so WHY the worries when he cares
dedicated to everyone trusting fearfulness for the days ahead.
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saintsam (m)
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hello fellow nairalanders, i wont be on 4 some time. I hope 2 bounce back. love ya all. I will miss u guys.
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macalurs (m)
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Good job geenie. Peace
The howling wind, a raging storm
The angry sea, to spare is loth
A furious tempest, wrath unleashed
Fear, destruction, death on every side
Why, my friend, do you sleep?
Do you not care if I should die?
Leaks springing, the mocking song of the sea
Circling angels of death, the howl of a banshee
Wet hands of peril, grasping with a leer
Sucking, pulling to the vortex deep
And then. . . softly, steely, he speaks
Peace. . . peace, be still!
Silence, quiet, solitude, stillness.
The light shines, darkness' illness
The sun rises, golden and warm
No fear here, no more storm
The tempest is over, the night relieved
It is morning; this is peace.
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kachii (m)
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@ sista A black Woman's Plea, by Sista
Black man, excuse me, but I thought I was your natural Queen, the
One you were supposed to love unconditionally.
The Black woman, me. There was supposed to be no other.
What did I do wrong? Didn't I do what being your Queen came
Naturally to do?
Wasn't it I who comforted you while you suffered with those
"Black Man Blues?"
nice poem. soul touching. good run on words, simple language and sharp and vivid use of image
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Genial (m)
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Good job geenie. Thanks bro. |
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nilla (f)
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@ Kachii, Welcome to the club Your "A Worried Mind" is nice. RE: Peace Nice job everyone I agree with saintsam, macalurs wins this one - its short and simple and has different definitions of peace@ saintsam, i was kind of lost in yours (the 2nd paragraph) didn't understand what the first line of the 2nd paragraph had to do with the rest of the lines of that paragraph. Next title: ?? Saintsam suggested Nigeria, but we already have 3 poems on Nigeria here, what do you guys think? Should we still do that? |
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macalurs (m)
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Let the guys write about "The man I shot"  And the gals write about: "The man I want" or "my first love", the later preferable. Guys can choose between "the man I shot" and "my first love", for flexibility purposes.  @Nilla Yeah you can add me poems on your blog, I don't mind. |
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nilla (f)
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Let the guys write about "The man I shot" hmmmm. . . who are you planning on shooting  lol. I'm down with "my first love" Cool, will add your poems |
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macalurs (m)
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I chose the "Man I shot" topic so we get to write about something entirely different from the romantic-aaaaw-jawdropping-sentimental poetic straws and stirr about a little sumfin wild. Shooting could be: a chess game you won. A cat and mouse chase you thrived. A nightmare you finally beat. You name it. It is not bound by reality and experience; go beyond into the imaginary. Write free, and beyond the romantic perspectives, I think this side makes us better artists: when we write about the mundane or the bizzare/ wierd, or better yet, the oh-so-ordinary. I know some folks gonn' be like "mac don come oooo" but hey if you don't like my options, we stay welcome and open to alternate proposals, even on christmas . |
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nilla (f)
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who said i don't like it was just wondering if you were confessing. . . |
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macalurs (m)
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The Man He Killed 1 "Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have sat us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! "But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him as he at me, And killed him in his place. "I shot him dead because — Because he was my foe, Just so: my foe of course he was; That's clear enough; although "He thought he'D 'list, perhaps, Off-hand like — just as I — Was out of work — had sold his traps — No other reason why. "Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down You'D treat if met where any bar is, Or help to half-a-crown." Thomas Hardy. I pasted this piece on here 'because I felt like it. Also 'because I wanted guys to attempt something out of the ordinary. But it's ok; since no one's really said anything about the topic, 'cept Nills, I assume we don't want it. Aight, someone else suggest something else. |
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chiluvGod8 (f)
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Sandy Dreams I ran and ran until I found the spot at which I'D rest for it was hot The heat had beaten down for so long What made it worse was that I was all alone Beautiful and tantalizing, it was the beach Yet far and uncompromising- out of my reach If I can't reach the water, I will strive for the sand I need to hold something in the palm of my hand Finally, I made it. at last I can get a grip Is sand like water -I thought- as it began to drip the pebbles and dirt seeped through my fingers As the stench of loneliness and heat continued to linger Suddenly, I awake wondering what did this dream mean Then I remembered what moma said about Sandy Dreams Don't try to hold on to anything that wants you to let it go For like sand, it seeps through your hand and flies away as soon as the wind blow Not really a poem but a point made using words that happen to rhyme I hope all is well. Have not been able to enjoy the contest lately. Just home from the hospital. Somegirl, I miss you sweetie. I read some of this stuff. I agree with Nilla, you're not depressed just oppressed by negative thought patterns that are not the norm for your usual self which means u just need a break. However, I shed a tear for your poem  it was , encouraging.  peace everyone else hope you all are doing well. I don't about anywhere else but the people here are preparing to celebrate Christmas |
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nilla (f)
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@ ChiluvGod8, i loved it. Welcome back and Merry Christmas. @ everyone else, if you have any other topic or theme suggestion lets know |
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franc1982 (m)
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Sorry, but I need to run to get things ready for Xmas.
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nilla (f)
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Have a merry xmas franc |
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franc1982 (m)
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wish u the very best of Xmas too.
how do i get my present across?
this is wishing everybody a merry Christmas.
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somegirl (f)
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Try Western Union, Franc! PS: I'll wait with my Christmas greetings till the evening comes a bit closer --- |
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franc1982 (m)
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@SOMEGIRL,
THANKS FOR THE RECOMMENDATION.
KAI, THIS GIRL SEF!!!
HOW DO I GET MINE ?
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