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@fly.....u have a 10lines poem making 2 stanzas.........it has 1 sonnet and 1 didac........

note: limerick is only a five lines humorous poem

good job

the following is an allegory.....it has 1 sestet, 3 tercet, 1 quatrain.

Money

Hmmm! spending its usefulness
wailing up and down like a hungry tree
blowing breeze to thy
who she loves.

The smell of it,tempting
the custody of it
a thunderstorm.

she is bias,
dancing to the rhythmic music
of her love ones
where is she? the poor will ask
struggling, huzzling to have her

Raindrops flowing
from the innocent eyes
with the stream.no difference

Them,even though they lost their shoes
will never give up
to have her.

The following is a traditional poem.it has 4 quatrain.I make use of blank verse with simple language to make it easier for lay- readers.

I see no changes in the water
because we all live sincerely
we all live happily and comfortably
that no one can not seperate us.

we all share things kindly
that no conflict displayed
we all have fun together
till sunset

happiness flows around us
that people envy us
charity is what we belief
that we cannot stop

furious is farther
love is near
we all live joyfully
and all we rejoice.

The following is a lyrics poem. it has 1 quatrain,2 tercet,and 1 sestet.I make use of free verse to make it flow like a song.

Our aim is to climb a golden ladder,
but it takes decades for we to climb.
we persevere to succeed,
in this life,full of impediment.

our eyes, enemies it seeks,
beg God to unravel
the mystery of their heart.

why is man so wicked?
they still struggle to pull us down
when we are rising.

protection and mercy we seek,
thee,only God can spray,
we need to widing the eyes,
not fall prey,
faith with feet,
all we need.

What a relief! when I heard my mum voice. " why are you home this late son?" she asked. I turned back,stepping down confidently. " mum you scared me....". I apologised to her and told her my friends and I were discussing some issues". what issues son?"she asked with a calm tone. I sat beside her and reveal everything, including the financial support we needed. she paused for some seconds,stood up, and walked around.

my mum was a caring woman,a mother, and a special friend to me. she understood my intentions,celebrate with me when I'm happy and cry with me when I'm sad. As for my sister, I don't know.......she looks cool.....but I never trusted her.i tried to always share most of my taught with her, but something do kept pushing me back.

merry Xmas to u my noble readers

yah...exactly @candy...........with practice they will improve....as if the mods are professors.....ouch

it was already late when I got home.different thought ranging through my mind. I taught of the reaction to expect most specifically from my dad. ooooh what a night! it will be" I said. As I walked in slowly to the sitting room.everywhere was dark which signifies that everyone was already asleep. I felt so calm that atleast I would sleep with no complaints on my head. As I was climbing the steps to my room, I heard a groan from behind with the full light on.I stopped, shivering, and very scared to look back. I taught of my father immediately: a lion that will eat me up.

I wokeup healthy and strong,had breakfast and zoomed to the chamber. I found the profession interesting just only because the S.A.N was nice . Apart from that, I heard different cases everyday most of which were humorous. oooh less I forget,the Secretary was awesome. apart from being beautiful. she was damn sexy that caught the vision of my eyes. she had an open heart.a soft one,and a heart I can talk to. I was about to reveal my heart raps,when S.A.N Al-amin walks in and ordered me to his office.

At exactly 5.30pm,I left the chamber for our usual rehearsal. I was so happy to meet my friends in good condition. we talked,gisted and rehersed. " how are we going to raise the money". Mubarak asked.........it sounds like a jamb question at first. "The amount is huge.and we still need to get costumes or what do you think?" olumide uttered. at this time I was so deep in taught. I knew my friends won't be able raise much because of their financial status. hmmm! a home without money.is like a house without pillars" I said within.

come on....drama lovers.....let's construct this building together.... #simplicity#

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Let's talk about drama. A specific mode of fiction represented in performance. A genre of literature that teaches morality to the world through acting.

Let's talk about drama, dear noble writers. The genre that generate melodrama,tragedy. tragic- comedy. comedy, farce and opera.

welcome!......drama lovers...... and let's appreciate this lovely genre of literature.

you can as well write synopsis of your plays and script. Ask for directions when you are lost.

wow...fabulous poem....keep it up

tanks.....@la- jume.... I will work on that....

Dear my noble readers, sowi if I'm so slow in updating..... just kinda busy....tanks for your understanding...... #simplicity#

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ooooh cool then

This thread.....ahhhh ahhhh....its like I'm watching a Chinese film........"haters".. ...just kidding.... Hatred is like an allegator that if released can devastate....Why the hatred.....when life is filled with beautiful things..... Anyways..NYC story

Meant to be is a nice story....it should be moved to the front page.

They write,because they have passion for it.as for the grammatical errors,its mutual and a common occurrence among nairalanders.

That was how I was taking to S.A.N Al-amin chamber.He had stopped me from hanging out with my friends and began law training before admission to the university.I resumed 9am and closed 5pm from Monday to Saturday. Later that day,Mubarak called me on phone and asked me reasons why I didn't show up.he also revealed to me that there will be a musical competition that will take place next upper month. The registration fee was#50,000 and the winner will go home with #5 million,a van and a musical contract worth #20,million.That was the best news I ever heard all my life.

At home, joy overwhelmed me.my mum and my little sister were so happy with me." Its like you had nice time at work today". My little sister utters. "What's the secret behind your happiness son" my mum asked with a soft voice.All I could say is "Na God ooooh". It was as if my friends and I had already won the competition. My late grandpa always say" the road to success is a lonely rough way you have to pass alone,no one cares what you encounter on your way to the top,people will only celebrate you when you make it in life.aahhhh aaahh" when you are struggling.They will despise you.but when you make it in life,they will run after you.this path is indeed our road to fame" I said confidently.

I planned to visit my friends the nextday,as I had already told them about the S.A.N,chamber,training stuffs. I didn't even waited for my dad to return home. I had my dinner and went to bed earlier.

....glad it happens real..... as for the tenses,I will go thru the story and make corrections....tanks

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"krrrr krrrrr". my phone rang. I woke up,stretch up my two hands and looked straight to the screen of my iPhone 4s. I picked the call,its my friend Paul " whazup friend,we need to meet in 2 hours Time.there is a vital information I want to pass to the group" he said and cut the line.

I rushed to the bathroom. bathe,put on something nice and zoomed down for breakfast. " good morning Mum.dad.little sis." I greated with all smiles. my mum and my little sister were so happy to see me in such mood. as for my dad,"AW" he didn't even look at me twice.

After the meal, I told my parent I will be hanging out with my friends,but the look on my dad face speaks it all." son.you are going out with me to see a friend". " what for dad" I questioned " don't ask me questions". he clamored. I felt so depressed. it was amazing that my mum didn't even utter any word.it was like she knew solely about it.

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I believed in myself that I can overcome any challenges that comes my way.I trust in God because I know he's the cleanser of the heart.

it was a different tone when we get home. After my mum had revealed everything to my father, he did not support. instead, he said his dream for me is to become a lawyer and that I will be. it was as if he's not my father. how I wished my grandpa was alive.

my heart had been battered, tears shows its real identity through my innocent eyes. I was emotionally weak. mum.oooh, I hate to see her in tears.