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| Can You Write A Peom Using Titles Of Books And Poems by Paulaok4(op): 10:44pm On Mar 22, 2013 |
Years back we used to play around with the title of peoms and books, one such *Peom* stuck in my mind, As I was going on an *Emergency mission to Kala* On the *Road to Ghana*, I saw a *Burning grass* Beside it a *Mine boy* was crying *Efuru* I said to him *Weep not child* for when the *Arrow of God* strikes *Things fall apart* and we are *No longer at Ease* However I am going to an *African night entertainment* Where we will hear *Stories from an african village* and have *Toads for supper* But I wil be back before *Eze goes to *school* |
| Re: Can You Write A Peom Using Titles Of Books And Poems by decode55(m): 12:20pm On Oct 20, 2014 |
that would be pretty hard sha |
| Re: Can You Write A Peom Using Titles Of Books And Poems by joseph1832(m): 9:05pm On Nov 24, 2014 |
Paulaok4:I actually wrote one using the title of songs to express love. I call it 'your love'. I got the inspiration/idea from you and lordthunderbolt. |
| Re: Can You Write A Peom Using Titles Of Books And Poems by Brugo(m): 8:51pm On Feb 11, 2015 |
Paulaok4:Wow.I love this. |
| Re: Can You Write A Peom Using Titles Of Books And Poems by timpaker(m): 11:46am On Feb 24, 2015*. Modified: 11:52am On Feb 25, 2015 |
[b] Basking under a huge "anthill of the savanna" Wondering why "Jame hardly chase me" no more, In teed up field flanked with black dusty bandanna Where we catch tiger-grasshoppers hopping the grassy floor. He toed "the new man" path, so he alleged to his ploy, Heaving in contrite friendliness that I 'kerosined' His soul; how can it be? "The beatification of area boy" I know have sinned more than the devil has sinned. They said he's gone in "flying colours" in the souring sky But I know him as a chameleon-butterfly wafting around "purples hibiscus"... His absence has made me walk around like a black rainbow under squinting eyes With my name on their dried lips as a discussion to discuss... It’s getting late, as the sky has bitten off "half of the yellow sun". James was my pal of habitual temperament A Now it tickles me with tinges of attention for our "estrangement". I cried till my tears washed off his blemished memory In me; then dust myself to the “famished road” Having accepted his parting as the "tragedy of victory" That he desired, then hopped home like a disabled toad. [/b] |