Friends of the quill...
I warmly greet!
Seeing you all here
Warms my heart
And fuel my zeal...
May our inspiration
Transcend the nebula
And blaze...
Illuminating the way
For ascendants to play
And descendants to pave
And continue on for eternity
From this
History is made.



Cheers!

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I've searched, I'm searching, I'm a mind that knows she's on a quest, I'm a mind that's found a path to reaching my light.
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No Cane to
We would have flogged it
Burning Sun
We would have quenched it

Hug it
Amazing life, choked with bags of tribulations
Tied with ropes of pleasure
Placed on stones of pain
Under waters of struggles
But still In thirst of sweats
Let's offer 1000 of it
Maybe we can get a cup of rest

Even after crawling through the tunnels of life
Our cradle is still laid amidst the sands
Sweet meals will our bodies be to the ground
Like waters offered to the land

Father send your blessings
We've learnt our lessons
We Adam's Descendant

Allo_writes

I think I'm the newest intake here. Hi house

Am new in this section
Hope you all will like this

Like a candle we're waxing out,
Losing ourselves like were drowned in stout.
The sun that brighten our whole
Is nothing now but a piece of coal.


Ego made us lose our clothes like chameleon,
Flimsy excuses goes on and on.
Tired of things that brought us this far.
Crashing 'cos we stopped fuelling our car.


The sweet memories of those morning calls
Those smiles like the sun does to the walls.
Oh the long convo' deep through the night
When we talk and chat like you're in sight.


And those poetically sweetened texts
Baked in messages of love contexts.
I'm missing every bit of the former you,
The former us, the effect hurts me blue.



When will we come back to our senses?
Let not our honeycomb love into past tenses
Nor change conquer us under the masquerade of time.
Listen, listen dear to the cry of my rhymes.

Thepoeticdandy:
Like a candle we're waxing out,
Losing ourselves like were drowned in stout.
The sun that brighten our whole
Is nothing now but a piece of coal.


Ego made us lose our clothes like chameleon,
Flimsy excuses goes on and on.
Tired of things that brought us this far.
Crashing 'cos we stopped fuelling our car.


The sweet memories of those morning calls
Those smiles like the sun does to the walls.
Oh the long convo' deep through the night
When we talk and chat like you're in sight.


And those poetically sweetened texts
Baked in messages of love contexts.
I'm missing every bit of the former you,
The former us, the effect hurts me blue.



When will we come back to our senses?
Let not our honeycomb love into past tenses
Nor change conquer us under the masquerade of time.
Listen, listen dear to the cry of my rhymes.

This Lit and dope

Thepoeticdandy:
Like a candle we're waxing out,
Losing ourselves like were drowned in stout.
The sun that brighten our whole
Is nothing now but a piece of coal.


Ego made us lose our clothes like chameleon,
Flimsy excuses goes on and on.
Tired of things that brought us this far.
Crashing 'cos we stopped fuelling our car.


The sweet memories of those morning calls
Those smiles like the sun does to the walls.
Oh the long convo' deep through the night
When we talk and chat like you're in sight.


And those poetically sweetened texts
Baked in messages of love contexts.
I'm missing every bit of the former you,
The former us, the effect hurts me blue.



When will we come back to our senses?
Let not our honeycomb love into past tenses
Nor change conquer us under the masquerade of time.
Listen, listen dear to the cry of my rhymes.

This lit and dope

Read the review for a poetry collection “the book of pain” on Bella Naija.

https://www.bellanaija.com/2019/02/literallywhatshot-love-as-a-weapon-a-weakness-bittersweet-joy-in-the-book-of-pain-by-ogundare-tope/

Edimolu.

See what our low self esteem friend s capable of? Lol.

My jab about her clitoris really got to her. LMAO.

mc0zwald:
Edimolu.

See what our low self esteem friend s capable of? Lol.

My jab about her clitoris really got to her. LMAO.

You can imagine, no doubt she owns that "formere" moniker, i could bet it with my life, that girl is everything you say she is...

This is terrible and shameful, even for her bro!!!

edimolu:



You can imagine, no doubt she owns that "formere" moniker, i could bet it with my life, that girl is everything you say she is...

This is terrible and shameful, even for her bro!!!

shame is a word best reserved for people who have the capacity to feel it.

she's just rummaging lunatic. no wonder she found a partner in elder.

mc0zwald:
shame is a word best reserved for people who have the capacity to feel it.

she's just rummaging lunatic. no wonder she found a partner in elder.

Hahahahaha

I have flown beneth an ocean

devlishGINGER:
I have flown beneth an ocean

Figure of speech?

PaulAris:

Figure of speech?

metaphorical paradox

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A Walk To The End

The clock ticks;
A paradise beckons;
A hell lurketh;
Breaths bids farewell;
Winds hurls mens'
Souls into abysmal horizons;
Into abodes, dark;
Of venomous cobras.

If only the ear could hear ;
The trigger of the sniper.
If only the eyes could behold;
The stern stare of the foe.
If only the heart could sense;
How hasty oxygen escapeth.
If only man was in the know
How he treks to his bane;

He would covet not the vain
Pleasures of an illusory morrow;
He would shed the spite
Housed in his breast;
He would not build fortresses
When his home is six feet beneath;
He would not walk shoulder-high
When he only takes A walk To The End.
Blacq2009
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Her complexion
Just like the early morning dew

Her hair so long
It flows like a spring

Just like an angel
She's so immaculate

I sit back and wonder
Could she be for real?

They say the beautiful ones are not yet born
I say the beautiful ones are already born!

If wishes were horses
I'd take her on a horse ride!

Mayday, mayday!
'maynation', have 'Mercy'
Come to my rescue!




Aloha!

Britboy:
Her complexion
Just like the early morning dew

Her hair so long
It flows like a spring

Just like an angel
She's so immaculate

I sit back and wonder
Could she be for real?

They say the beautiful ones are not yet born
I say the beautiful ones are already born!

If wishes were horses
I'd take her on a horse ride!

Mayday, mayday!
'maynation', have 'Mercy'
Come to my rescue!




Aloha!

Thanks Britboy.




His name is britboy, a walking glory of the earth.
I wish I knew him long before now.
To have a taste of his lion heart.
A natural prowess to take away frown.


A personality to behold.
A wonder to witness.
Charming stories to be told.
Embodiment of greatness.

Royalty in a man, awesome totality.
A prince or a worthy king, a king like Steve.
To build an empire with a life of immortality.
everlasting life, a world we won't leave.

maynation:





Thanks Britboy.




His name is britboy, a walking glory of the earth.
I wish I knew him long before now.
To have a taste of his lion heart.
A natural prowess to take away frown.


A personality to behold.
A wonder to witness.
Charming stories to be told.
Embodiment of greatness.

Royalty in a man, awesome totality.
A prince or a worthy king, a king like Steve.
To build an empire with a life of immortality.
everlasting life, a world we won't leave.

Nice oooone!
Chop knuckle!
I'm absolutely impressed!

Respond to your mails na!

Britboy:


Nice oooone!
Chop knuckle!
I'm absolutely impressed!

Respond to your mails na!

I swear I have stopped using the Email.

It's no longer logged-in on my devise again.

maynation:



I swear I have stopped using the Email.

It's no longer logged-in on my devise again.

Whaaa?
So how do I communicate with you?

Britboy:

Whaaa?
So how do I communicate with you?

I know not.

maynation:


I know not.

Ooh c'mon...
Don't be like that!

Send me an email with your new email or something.
You know what to do babe.
C'mon...

maynation:





Thanks Britboy.




His name is britboy, a walking glory of the earth.
I wish I knew him long before now.
To have a taste of his lion heart.
A natural prowess to take away frown.


A personality to behold.
A wonder to witness.
Charming stories to be told.
Embodiment of greatness.

Royalty in a man, awesome totality.
A prince or a worthy king, a king like Steve.
To build an empire with a life of immortality.
everlasting life, a world we won't leave.

This still feels surreal
In my existence so far, I can't remember being the recipient of such wonderful piece of poetry by a gorgeous lady.

I'm lost for words.
It feels like I just connected with a soul on a different realm.

I miss interacting with you.
I miss the notifications.
Even though you're far away, it feels farther away when we're not interacting.

I hate to ask for this, but I just have to...
maynation, may I have your digits?
Too soon?

My Email remains the same!
Get in touch!
Save a soul!
I feel connected...