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1one:
This is very nice.... When I opened it and saw it was poetry I immediately wanted to close the thread, but my eyes caught the name "Akanke", there was something about the name that kept me reading.


Very nice piece

"Look at your head gear, the mountains can't be seen" - This is a classic line!!!

Wow, thanks. I love that. I like akanke too. and abike.

mhyra:
Ama fit like a fiddle.

Good. Good. I hope your email is not in recess.

Bosville:
u flow really great...pencraft at its best@o.P

Thanks.

The time is now.

Why do you sit still, Akanke?
Why is your palm still holding up your cheeks?
Do you not hear the sound of drum and celebration? They draw closer every second.
Your bags are packed,
Why do you linger still?

Many years we have waited,
The beautiful flower of our garden,
Long we have nurtured,
Watching as you bloom into the prettiest of your peers,
The gongs speak of your chastity,
Tongues waggle of your comeliness,
Princes speak of your nature,
Oh the rarest of rubies praise you,
Stand up my child. It is time.

Cheer up, Akanke, it is for joy,
Your mother is moody,
Your father is honoured,
Your bed lies not here again,
With Adele your heart lies,
Stand up, stand up,
The elders wait at the door,
Maids dance at the square,
Your beloved pace waiting,
The sun has come to watch,
The time has come.

Hold my hand Akanke,
Your attire fits you well,
Your beads suit your neck,
The mirror glows happily,
Your skin is toned to the butter,
Look at your headgear,
The mountains can't be seen,
Its is deserving,
Watch your steps, The child of Abike,
Your day has come,
The time is now.

#Altarboy

mhyra:
I don't mind..
hope you're good.

Nice. And I am, what about you?

marieolae:
Originality is the best,, seriously mehn

Sure! than the 'I love you' I wanna marry you' words.

habeebcole:
lol....bt this your pose @d.p gidi gan ooo

Hian! Thanks, if the 'gidi gan' is positive.

habeebcole:
guy u carry eyes go market

Thamks man... lol

mhyra:
phew! I thought i had a bad memory.
I'm Rachel. nice meeting you.
plus, I think you're specially gifted

Thanks. My pleasure. Let's be friends, if you don't mind.

buygala:
The girl for don turn grandma before she finish that epistle


an example of what you should have written.....


Baby, l love you

Talk your own

Haba! On a 1-minute read. My would-be girl must be tired of 'I love you' already

lagmostkuit:
Lemme read it.

Now that i've read it...













Interesting buh should be sent 2 d right lady

Its not for anyone.

Lala247:
Really sweet

Thanks Lala247

Mhizizzy:
Buh warrisdis

Why not send dis to d ryt person?

Have you forgotten this romance section? Hian! Lol. Its not for anybody. And anything romantic can fall here, I think.

mhyra:
hmm, it's a beautiful piece.
but please, do I know you?

Nice finishing . You don't. I just kinda wondered how a random unknown pretty lady like you would react to something like this. Don't mind me. *stretches his hands* I'm Emmanuel.

agarawu23:
dry

Like Ijebu garri abi? Some people sha

For that sweet lady...

Beat around breathing fire, its heat is strong but hits not my lair. Tales of a love so strong beats bad on me, my hair on ends in fear of hurt, my heart beats hard and I lose my breath. This goddess is not a fire, not a tale and not a devil, she's just that wicked angel holding my heart captive.

Now that she's here, what to do?
Shall we take the love to the rain, the moon our lightman, the stars our cupid, and let the cold breeze join our celebration. We'll dance slowly, jump joyfully as it playfully strikes our careless skin, then inside we'll go in shivers to cuddle, chasing the hating cold away. Together we'll laugh all night, till the sweet love drifts us away into the unknown.

Shall we go out in the morning, when the sun comes up to watch the lovely duo, holding hands as your beautiful skin glows perfectly. The sun will hit you not, for I'll be the shadow which covers you, and the little sweat I'll mop off your beautiful face. Look at me, watch as I glow, the light in my eyes. Its you, yes, the fire which lightens me up, the true tale which makes me laugh, and the breathtaking sweetness in my heart.

The wind of change may beat us hard, and the tides may hit us bad, but we'll never be sad. Like a river our love will flow without looking back. Put your head on my laps as I sing my love song into your ears and pat your hair lovingly. Enjoy, sleep on, we will meet, the lady of my life.

#Altarboy

P.S. Stuff like this makes me wish I had, you know what!

A poem for proposal

Moment after moments, time over time, I close my eyes silently, expecting the nothingness of darkness, but instead, an image forms straight in my head. A beautiful creature beclouds my sight as the fog on an early day. I keep my eyes closed for the image is not one I wish to fade. It is as the sweet meat which takes every space in my mouth as I chew on deliciously. The sweet sensation of cold water on the mind on a sunny day.

Moment after moment, I wish this fantasy of mine will hit reality when I open my eyes. Beholding you keeps my heart beating hard, its solemn rhythm goes discordant at your voice. Of course, it seems involuntary, but your beauty is that which gets my mind racing. I slowly recede into loneliness, hoping for the day you ll show my heart mercy and liven its undesirable boredom.

Every second, time ticks on tick tock, my ultimate wish is to be your sunlight, to lighten your path. I'd liken your character to the moon, illuminated by the sunlight. Have you seen a good sailor, his suit all white, steering the ship rightly and ne'er to sink, so shall my love for you be. Let me be the pillow which supports your head in the night, and the golden jacket which protects your body even on a cold winter day.

Not only are you the beautiful flower on the fruitful golden plant. You are also the root which nurtures life to multiply. Around you, I feel the confidence of rowing against the wind and winning life battles. I wish you'd come to me and let me treat you as the golden queen of my heart, the priceless gold in my treasure box. You are as the oasis, giving life to the desert riders, oh how I wish to stay by you always.

Blessed is the day I came to know you. Don't make me wait till eternity. Let's together unite our hearts and bless the world with the goodness of love.

#Altarboy

©penplayer.com

c.c. mhyra

FLAWLES:
.oga i dinnor mention anybody

Alright then. Enjoy your night.

FLAWLES:
MANY ARE MAD BUT FEW ARE ROAMING

And to whom might that be? Flawles

jascon1:
Omo make Una help me day look if Una see oni kerezin make Una let me no abeg

Wet in u wan use am do?

Yungwizzzy:
"How to know why your shi t is nolonger reddish" thread loading
cc tosyn2much



2m topics indeed

Hian! It is a satire please. Lol

My qualities: your best choice of a boyfriend!

In the past months, I've gone through some serious hustles in search of a befitting girlfriend and I have been let down brutally at all ends, seeing as none of them wants me. In lieu of this, I have decided, according to my recent personal development resolutions, to change my ways and imbibe qualities, good and desirable qualities suited for proper 'boyfriendship'. In all ramifications I have tried, to make sure every lady likes me at first sight, and immediately opt to be my one and only sweetheart. To save you the trouble of discovering my special qualities yourself, I have decided to have a few of them compiled in this special press release, to tell you and the world at large, how lucky you would be, dating a guy like me.

1. I rear goats, and not just ordinary goats, the very stubborn, I mean obstinate, long-goatee ones and none is dead (at least not yet). If you've witnessed a demonstration from a goat, you ll quickly realize how much of a gentle and agile man I am. If I can successfully rear 5 goats, feeding and chasing them, and all of them are still alive, then keeping and taking care of you as my girlfriend won't be a problem, as long as you understand there's always a stick in the corner to keep you in check. Have you tried a romantic love race before? Relax, I've practiced enough with my goats, and since I know how dependent girlfriends can be, my skills in animal husbandry would come in really handy.

2. I wear leather slippers, not timberland, timberlake, or timberriver shoes. Over my year of constant rejection, I discovered the importance of shoes in the life of a relationship. For a guy wearing too much of those shoes, the health of the relationship is always at risk because of their heaviness and bulkiness, which could cause cramps and misfits. Imagine, if we were taking a walk, the sound of those shoes could be detrimental to the love flow between us, cutting and blocking love currents and could cause unnecessary fight, especially if I couldn't hear your silent whisper of 'I love you'. To solve that, I've opted for leather slippers which will make absolutely no sound and allows me to walk freely with you on the sweet streets of love.

3. I don't keep sideburns. I know you must have checked my display picture now, (after seeing my prowess and commitment to personal development) and seen that I am clean-shaven. Now, I don't know what it is with sideburns, teddy or whatever slang you have for it, but it is not just a coincidence that the love actors of Hollywood, Bollywood, and even Nollywood all keep sideburns. To save you from the unnecessary jealousy and fights that come with sideburn guys, I have decided to be remain clean-shaven. Think of how romantic it would be to touch my cheeks and know no hair will disturb your hand's escapade.

4. I listen to love songs. If you haven't heard, a recent survey showed guys who listen to love songs are more romantic and have better love lives (even if I don't know where I saw it). I became a big fan of those romantic guys, from westlife, to other love artistes, quietly closing my eyes and drifting off into love wonderland as I listen on. Consider how sweet it would be, calling you and singing beautifully with my husky voice, 'I lay my love on you', and witness how magically it would greatly increase our amorous feelings for each other.

5. I'm still a guy. If you have seen the rate at which guys cross over the bridge, you will appreciate how much of a man I am to remain a man. Now unless you have natural aberrations, or you wanna risk a 10-14 year jail term, you will consider dating me, a man. How good would it be to rest on my well-toned muscular arms, stare longingly at my six packs and call me, 'my man'.

6. I shy away from a celebrity lifestyle. Yes, I know I'm a celeb (especially after conquering attacking soldiers who dared attack me in the form of ants), but I've decided to keep it low because of the nefarious fate awaiting a celebrity daring to venture into a relationship. Since I am prepared to adore you, I'm not willing to entertain chances of assault and breakup simply because I didn't keep my unprecedented conquest and fame in the dark.

I could go on and on, but I'd be much of a talkative and it could piss you off -- my potential girlfriend. Be smart! Be wise. Go for the best choice! Me!

#Altarboy

My confession

That text you received back then, left you wondering who it was. I guess I was the coward, too chickenhearted to tell you how I felt, now I see, that if another day passes without a word, I'll break down in heartache, so I'm gonna come out this time just to say I love you.

I'm in love, and its draining me slowly, so I'm gonna kill the butterflies in my stomach to tell you straight. I want you to be mine. I know I don't deserve it, but its always a race in my heart each time I see you. No more denying, I'm unlocking the pads of my mind to burst out and say I love you.

I stood up all night, thinking on which words to string together to express the little secret I've kept all this while. Now that we're here, it matters no more, for I'm gonna put the devil behind me, and tell you that I love you.

It seems this chicken finally gets tough, to venture into the fox's den. Turn me down now, I don't care, but this heaviness must go off. Its hard, I know, but I wanna feel your sun shine over, I wanna hear you smile, and I'm not gonna give up this time. I wanna get lost in the cavern of romance.

The rain may beat me blue and the sun may scorch me black, but I ain't gonna run for cover till I tell you how I feel. I'm not telling you why, for though my head fools me, my heart cannot so I'm gonna say it one more time, that even if you've got another in your heart, my words for you will never change. I love you.

#Altarboy

Wuuworld:
Lover Boy

LOL. Lovergirl

Letter to a lady I promised to love forever...

Regret is not a good thing, I know. Crying over spilt milk is not desirable, I know. Oppourtunities come but once, I know that too, but another thing I know is that fate sometimes blesses men with second chances.

If I could turn the hands of time,
Sailing back to days of old,
The times you had me on your mind,
And treated me like rare gold,
I wish I treated you better.

If winds can change the tide,
And if the earth can turn its course,
I'd go back and make amends.

If I knew you'd stop loving me,
I'd have gone all the way to make you stay.

Surely the time may be blissful,
The light may shine brightly,
My heart's dullness covers it all.

If you are not lost in another's embrace,
And if the love you once had isn't dead,
I ll gladly accept you back,
Fulfilling all the promises I ever made.

Though I 've always claimed I could do without you, but what's the use when every time I remember you, sadness fills my thought, and the scarring wound in my heart breaks open.

For now mystery you may, but your person is ever vivid in my imagination,
This is to tell you, if I could go back, I'd make things right. *smiles*

P.S. I don't know what to call this piece, a poetry or a prose, but I'm sure its a drop of my heart wishes. I wrote this the day I remembered you... It's old.

stephenqueen:
To slap this Op dey hunger me

stephenqueen:
To slap this Op dey hunger me

LOL. FYM

francizy:
I told you where you woman is and you telling me the man she's with is too old. That man na former president oh, he can have a young woman for breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, etc, by hook or crook.

Dey dia na...

Lol. I get you.

SarcasticMe:
U don check on top Mont Everest? OP

That's true o. *gets his climbing gears* Bless you o jare.