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jezuzboi
bawo na?

nice work here jezuzboi





Logodwhiz I sight u

Gladyys:
Its a fan,got 3 blades...i did a play with blade n blow(both 4 fighting,but in this case used diff..same goes for dat 'star' and 'fans') ....how it looks,sounds n its uses all there...
i didnt get it right?

your use of double entendres is amazing
you're rapping skills are helping your poetic skills

job well done @cisse7575


as for anyone aspiring to become a good poet wanting to join NPC (Nairaland Poetry Club), all you need do is drop a poem here and signify your interest.

JigsawKillah:
the King's spoon, as we called it
the one that causes commotion at the dining
made of pure silver, with a long handle
at the top of it, is engraved a crown
it weighs like 2 karats gold
solid, like the treasures of old
the kings feeling is natural
that spoon came from somewhere supernatural
then came fights, till none gets to use it
we were kids, and didn't find it amusing
mom placed a law, first person to reach there
gets to use it, but we didn't care
we played the rugby game for its cause
only to wake up and find it gone

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Cisse

the King's spoon, as we called it
the one that causes commotion at the dining
made of pure silver, with a long handle
at the top of it, is engraved a crown
then came fights, till none gets to use it
we were kids, and didn't find it amusing
mom placed a law, first person to reach there
gets to use it, but we didn't care
we played the rugby game for its cause
only to wake up and find it gone

Signing In as VP

cc
Gloriaz
Cisse7575
gladyys
Gottoboy
firestar
Texanomaly
Oma4u
et al

yuzjet:
Only that?

u of all people should no I just had to say something hence the comment

yuzjet:
Seconded.





Night Fell by Florence Ripley Mastin

Night fell one year ago, like this.
He had been writing steadily.
Among these dusky walls of books,
How bright he looked, intense as flame!

Suddenly he paused,
The firelight in his hair,
And said, “The time has come to go.”
I took his hand;

We watched the logs burn out;
The apple boughs fingered the window;
Down the cool, spring night
A slim, white moon leaned to the hill.

To-night the trees are budded white,
And the same pale moon slips through the dusk.
O little buds, tap-tapping on the pane,
O white moon,

I wonder if he sleeps in woods
Where there are leaves?
Or if he lies in some black trench,
His hands, his kind hands, kindling flame that kills?

Or if, or if …
He is here now, to bid me last good-night?[/b]

Swag

EverestdeBliu:
You're the VP,u know that...I don't accept your excuse

I'll gladly accept your punishment
sir

I, on behalf of my partner Donifez apologize for our inability to bring you today's classes, please forgive us, we never saw it coming