Hermaphrodite (Nigerian Corruption)


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Tanka II

Fate caught up with zeal
and twain mated conception.
When nature pruned spree,
both were basked in contention;
one for other to gore glee.
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Note: Of haughty hurls.

That implies?

If you think you have nothing: That in all things you're found wanting. Then pick up your luggage from the earth, And give back the Lord your breath. 17:19:17:21:14

They'll tell you what they can't do, They'll give you what they don't have- borrowed jewel from a wretched potter: Drunk with penury,drown in poverty. 'I'll give you diverse gift',they'll say: It's better to go on your kneels and pray. Than to get a token of misery, bewitched with foggeries and fallacy, Like a powder blown by the jealous wind- Who couldn't attract pleasant physiognomy.
They are:
Plate of delicacies embroided with offensive odour, Arranged to serve the 'seekers'- Grinding their faith,polluting their conscience. Ascribed,even set on their table- Not to feed but to get rid of their freedom.
Graced with deception,they troop after the delicacies, Over hunger they want to have their seat. Death then takes them captive-even eternal death.
Pagan gods aren't gods, Not objects, Not Moulded, But crafted, Even sitted, In the heart- That thing that takes more of your attention. 17:19:17:17:50

He gained access to the forest: Disfigured the trees without rest. Tilled the soil and baked it's egg, Fashioned out all useful pegs. Became the collar's slave, Loan himself to luxury's cave. Took shelter under mammon: Extending his wealth with glamour. He bought the bank of wealth, Gave few,willingly more kept. Merged with Aristotle and Plato, Likened to Jupiter and pluto. Then after the fulfilment of his heart, He elated his glottis pride: 'Let anyone ask,i have all,i'll give,even God, i have no debt': And the Lord took his breath. 17:11:18:12:16

Living like you do not want to go: You've reap what you never sow.
You sit on the castle of your tongues, Tossing inhabitants with your throng.
'I am your God',you've said. Even your word will be to you rod.
You feed with 'Manna': Biding them to ooze tears like Hannah.
Your bone will be broken: Your life will be given to death as a token.
YHWH will not pardon you: For thou have been weighed and drown in guilt: Even you your guilt will slew. Till you're purge and bake new. 17:11:19:06:34

Sorry,please,i don't get you...

He held my throat, Allowing my breath to float: Awaiting bird,behind the coat.
I swam my throat in oceans, Strived to break the enclosure: Yet,held still was it without solution.
Then came sleep and defeated me, Made me pay the pending bill: 'Was avoiding to unstrap the seal.
When i arrived from the throne: He'd his imbalance like the edge of cone: That's how i was free from the bone. 17:11:17:17:46

Ishthar,the mother of all goddess:
Eating pigs,hallowing incense.
Thy fruit has extended to easter,
Draging many souls to destruction's fiesta.
You've taken what you can't return:
Even precious souls have you,turn after turn:
But you shall forever in the lake of fire boil. 17:11:18:16:17

Have you ever looked at the mirror? Who do you see? You see yourself? No it's not you. It's that person you're yet to be, It's that person you're striving to be. It's that height you're striving to reach.
When you get there: Even,when you are purposed: Being what you want to be: Achieving that aim that keeps you walking.
Then go back to the mocking mirror, Don't mind his lousy utterances.
Look at the mirror and say: 'Now,i can see myself!'. 17:11:17:21:42

Like a rigid hill she stands With her naughty look- Pouting and smiling, redish chin,yellowish skin. Looking like the new moon, striving to get her strength, and bursts out bright, beckoning to eyes to behold and see.
Most time,i followed them- even her stealthy eyeballs, turning 360 degree, like a lonely strained compass.
Even if sadness had taken me on a mile, Her physiognomy did make me smile. Sometime,i'd said to her:
'You know, sometime you seem funny!'.
Again she pout. 17:11:17:19:00

IN THAT PLACE
Their is absence of truth, Even there lies no lie. Trust cannot find her root. Distrust even did die.
In that place, Joy is like the chaff blown by may's wind. Even Sadness,cannot face The dexterity veiling the pillar's hind.
In that place, Cry and anguish,made love and bethrot. Peace and hope,like dice were shoved. That place is the home of many race.
That place ask not of culture, It doesn't believe you're old or young. It wouldn't ask if not you believe in rapture, Or you're to death a throng.
That place is a home of desolation, Sad-Joy,Happy-strife,Hope-death have no room. Even all opposite pairs hails blooms. Their's home of trivial confusion.
That place wouldn't if you're a sage or not, Or if to sin you're knot. Whether you are an hermit, Or if to ignorance permit.
In that place,no life no strife, No Peace,no war,No cry No joy,No Hope,No curiosity. Many did it crave, But few did theirselves willingly gave. Even that place cannot save It is nowhere but grave. 17:11:17:16:28

Standing was i at the edge of the sea: The reefs chatterings,the waves clapping. The Jellies smiling at me,hurting my soul.
He stood at the other side of the sea: Waving at me,beckoning to me. Admonishing me,pulling my heart to him: 'I may be of help',the wind carried the offspring of his glottis.
But how can i meet him? The foe wouldn't me or he: Even the pompous and indifferent sea, Executing his order,staying mine.
Yet,he wants to come to me. Even like the curtains bolt, My heart is fastened to him. Who will bring us together. He have been lonely. I,of him i've been Hungry.
Wants a willing ship that'll travel to his end(where he stand). And bring a thousand dollar to me(where i am). 17:16:11:20:31

To thee,YAHUAH,do i look. Oh!,My God,i trust in you. My foe scolds me,have them not, Break them like chaff,even like hu-wars' knot. On thee did my attention tarry, Proove me and make me merry.
Mockery is by me,squeezing out my faith. Deliver me O YAHUAH,before my faith's death. 17:16:11:14:14

I AND JOY
Joy came my way, While the sun was on hay to pray.
'Hey!', she'd called,waving at me. Biding me to stop-I,measuring the field.
I focused on the path that leads to distinction, Climbing creepers,waving distress-my expulsion.
The praying sun,spoke greatly in tongues, That her words hitted me like throngs.
Toward my path to Canaan, Before me was the undisciplined Hamaan:
Whirling to and fro like east wind, Arresting my attention,pulling my limb.
But my attention was bethroted to Success, Regarding none but the seeming process.
The Old Oak Over the trees smile faintly, Biding me that,good turn comes gradually.
0.5 miles to the aim, Joy was seen beyond the lane.
Halt was i,Mouth agape; Twas veiled to me that,all success are Joy's gave. 17:11:16:14:10

Yes,my sin swallowed me; Like the toad-the adder's meal.
When first you summoned me: Even of your love to feel.
Loan was your Love and assests; You'd siad; 'Maybe he'll be an asset'.
But after the Lent love laced with life, Pride weighed me down with strife:
Pulling me off your standard. Scourging me even with your absence.
Thy soft palm seasoned with fragnance, Elating my heart,ushering me into a trance.
The smiles of your face glazed with honey, Sweetening my soul,costier than money.
The lyrics of they words, Ringing yet,whipping my ears for the odds.
How can i get back on the stairs; I'm made equal with tears.
Even if not to fill the former field. Just let the torn soul again mend be.
Come again,ho my princess: How long will you scold me with your absence. 17:14:11:10:00

Life is a tree that grows without focus, A pool that flows without source. Her fruits are dejecting and nourishing, Varying from 'Carbondioxide' through 'Oxygen'.
Take life as a rigid rock, Like an egg it'll be mocked. Take her even as an egg, Then she'll prove that she's a furious peg.
Life is whatever you think: A classical music in it's brink? She sits at the exit of death, Beckoning to passerbys jailed by threat.
Life is the song of the soul, Mending broken heart and battered sole. Life is an episode bewitched with doubt; Afraid of leaving the exit for the south. 17:07:11:12:05

October 1, 1-
960: a logic game
Seasoned with deceits.

October 1, 1-
960: When our freedom
Swallowed us, captive.

October 1, 1-
960: When the white folks
Left our Land with our freedom.

October 1, 1960:
Mercury of disgrace, Venus of captive.
How long have we awaited
You to come and lay
With 'Us' In the glowing chamber.
We fell for you. When dazed
With captive and a-thirst of 'Love'.
But you arrived with a gourd
And emptied on us fiend.

October 1, 1960,
Though not your fault,
But the wailing infant's,
Who despised the breast milk,
When her teeth were milk still.
Regarding her request
She was given a meat,
Though warned by her mother
Not to agitate for the folly act.
But she graciously enjambed her
Milk-teeth to the meat and it
Broke her teeth and wouldn't paved
For succeeding germination.

October 1, 1960:
Now her mother mocked
Her, weeping and gnashing her
Deteriorating blood-stained teeth.

And then i've we longed to
Chew(Be freed) but the lost teeth
Gets us fixated in indecision.

Yet, you can move on.
If your inhabitants reconcile
With unity. Biafra ignorants,
Southern jingoists, Eastern Sorcerers,
Western manipulators:
When a broom leaves his
Stead, any foe may get rid
Of him. But when he retain
His dignity among his folk.
Harm to him will be no harm.

October 1, 1-
960, Unite your folk
And your teeth will again grow.
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Amish form of sonnet... Rhyme scheme.. aabbcdeeffcdgg

Singing through all magnanimity of God
All will say: "The earth is the Lord's"
Land, ridges, human, reptiles,inanimates,
Mercury,venus, Jupiter,and all vast spaces.

The Lord's breath erected them all.
Waving might and withholding sigh prevents them from falling.
Exclusion of none is ascribe to him,
Next to existence,"It's fullness..." exist by him.
Time and space,witches and sorcerers,
Yuletide and Winter,Summer and Spring: He's Maker.

"For he had planted it upon the sea": the all.
Ocean falls and rises without disturbing the earth of eyes hunting.
Universe and her content trembles at his sight.
Rest of all: Giants,beats,peaks,Lions,Boa hides for fright. � � �
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The little Hibiscus Grows In the Winter's brow. Summer and fall had seized Their blessing she's ought to feel.
Only the Winter Keeps her company She in hardship glitters- Surrounded by lovely enemies
The purple Hibiscus Bubbles Before Winter-fall.
Now she's left alone To bear the burden The couple are governing; None to-pay the loan. 17:12:09:16:29

Bill your ears always to listen To talks and ideas. Fasten Your heart to passion of indisguise vision. Create master Heart. Learn to learn Not often to Earn. W'ever you sow Doesn't sprout by heart's zeal. So does learning did heart till. When the seed drops on the Land. The innate fluid fill The hollow brawl hole Till it's closed. To learn, Learn! 17:12:09:17:14

Will will not will To will the will of her will To the willed in the dale. But her choice will once more be willed-pale, To the dean of willed wills. 17:20:08:19:21

Can this be true?

Desire crawled toward her lover- She was by contempt convered: When no coin tend to serve you right. You make a new rule and toss a new dice.
She'd been exposed to pollution, After Zeal was bethroted to contemption. Then none is ready to perceive any longer her lyrics, For the contemptous zeal did the ear prick.
She was by fate alone. Hence she sauntered to him for a loan. That if to her, life present a pleasant delicacies. So,will she-along with her lover- dish from it varying species.
Desirous contempt roar in the field, And wrong zeal did many folks lead. 17:09:09:12:17

Miles have i spent, Years and month my pen did rent.
1 poem started it all. 0 worry; stress fall. 0 delay; I billed my initiatives. 0 coin; paid the dean of all creatives. Time evolved around me, Heaven served me pleasant meals.
Periods of test i write still Omnipotent did me feed. Endless inspiration lurks around me. Motion of success keep pushing me.
Metres on metres my pen did cry. Yuletide and Easter; heaves all like sigh.
1 day have i sat to think 0 worry; the weaver did my brain blink. 0 delay; my blood keep pushing me-write write. 0 coin; Mercy bade for me-before i was a- sight. Tasked i my eyes day and night. Hall of fame; one day i'll be a-sight.
Pen tread the path of exploit. Order of life,i did exploit. Enchanting rhymes i often crave. Mending my piece, avoiding disgrace.
Maker?,i'll continue to write. Yams season,drought till all is bright.
1 day will i break the cord. 0 worry; that day will i be Lord. 0 delay; mood and readiness are bethroted. 0 coin; that often gets me elated. Ten times ten times ten give birth to this. Heaven bear me witness; Elevate me at least.
Praying often day and night. Old and new folks trying to loose what i knot tight. Elevation is all yet i crave for. Mounting still with pen and i'll never fall. 17:05:09:14:45

Situated in an embroided spacious field. Attracting fortunes,wealth and by honey filled. Land moistured in peace and grace forlorn. End of strife,struggle,sickness; Goodness un-turn. Made for all that are drilled.
Second coming; Graced with heightened failure. Amounting pleasant pressures and did into strife lure. Lake around,fountains abound,caressing joy. Entrusting hope and elating reward,by love coil. Made for all that are like crystal pure.
Shaking and weighing her pupils. Average gone,dred-ed fall; withering daffodils- Leisured heart,pounced soul that wealth did make. Enjoying the company of they that ate the saviour's cake. Made for none but they that takes the pills. 17:01:09:12:08

Poetry is like a hook that apprehends deflowered fishes with its varying wits. The hook is thrown into the ocean of the socitey and it caught informations that inspires the souls to keep writing. Poetry is a garment of many colours that no one is yet to distinguish the type of its colour he's putting on. It takes time,dedication and observation to ascertain the type because these are the regalia of poetry.

She is always on silk
Endowed in glittering stones.
Graced with beauty
She thrives;
Poetry!

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