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OMA4U:
Let me quickly post this before another comes in

to take a slow walk down the aisle (Kyrielle)

We can't keep living in shadow
Enough; this mirage we wallow
It's dead! A promise a long mile
To take a slow walk down the aisle

It's high time old sun went to hell
Let's be our past fearless farewell
The feelings burns slow, no more high
To take a slow walk down the aisle

An end has come to wayward way
A new day booms like buds of may
No more passions unless I lie
To take a slow walk down the aisle

Now it's real; no more lies and fears
O' Ye new bride, shed your sweet tears
I heap fortune to live on isle
To take slow a walk down the aisle



Did I try?

timpaker:
IS SHEKAU DYING TONIGHT? (Kyrielle)

Good morning the merchants of wars;
Gallant forces upholding laws
Our brothers maim us at first sight
Is Bin Shekau dying tonight?

I've seen a brother lost his head
Just cuz he would not make life dead.
You're our friend, fight for our ra ped right.

Is Bin Shekau dying tonight?

We're served death like chickens on streets
In chaos's kitchen all for heartbeats...
We're been fettered by terror's might!
Is Bin Shekau dying tonight?

We've seen them tout their terror live
On western mirror, "he's alive!"
"No, he's dead but alive in fright..."
Is Bin Shekau dying tonight?

basille:
A friend

To paint a picture with words
A task deemed fit for gods
A paper, some courage, a pen
In poetry, i find a friend

As Metaphor and similes
Become part of my family
An honor, to always defend
In poetry, i found a friend

My loyal pen becomes my eyes
On void papers, i live my life
To write forever, i intend
In poetry, i found a friend

When time fades, and people detach
No one left, to be by my side
A humble pal, until the end
In poetry, i found a friend

JigsawKillah:
lemme just give it a try



war


wanted to be a simple man
prayed against Satan's evil plan
spent days and nights in church praying
Hoping one of the verse saves me

blood everywhere, lil brother dead
I fought the urge, to shoot my head
my last FAM left, the world hates me
tried to curse God, but words failed me

revenge is a dish best served cold
revenge is a bîtch, but its bold
I was young, not dumb, was 18
a pastor, now got guns spraying

kill for peace of mind, I thought up
same peace I seek, got me locked up
these are my last days, none bailed me
until I beg God, come save me

charleff512:
What are the modalities,modus and prize if any for the competition.
Is it like an anthology?

laykorn:
Are you ready to participate?

texanomaly:
Cool. I'll give it a try.

timpaker:
Sexy tanka!

princesa:
tanka's like this makes my cheek glow! Weldone and welcome

AD30LA:
THE TREACHERY OF TIME.
(by Odukoya A. Adeola)
When the sight becomes blurry
When the light becomes history
When darkness engulf the sphere
When the most vivid becomes unclear

Normalcy changes its hides
Nocturnal become prevailing
Even the lousy man hides
Gently under the shield of his ceiling
Darkness at the peak of dominance
Birds enmute their songy vocal chords
In fear of the foggy occupance
A fear strong enough to chase the mighty sun

But despair not the tyranny of darkness
For its reign depends solely on time
Whose loyalty’s modified by clime
It’s perfidy cleanse the air of hoplessness

For once the traitor strikes
The dark tyrant becomes forgotten
Replaced by the sovereign light
The sphere ridden of burden

But how long can this reign hold
For the traitor has not been ridden
How long can this light reign
The treachery of time … behold