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Which software is best to start my blog? I know blogger is static (e.g. www.timmybrain.com is mine but I can't have a static front page and post page has available in wordpress). Also, Wordpress can not run without a hosted account (eg on the .com level like www.giftedpens.com), but i only want to connect my newly bought domain. I don't know much about others. Help! share the best CMS you think I can map my new domain for free. |
Don't Try It! Don't use bbpress, I'd tried it with my site, www.giftedpens.com, and my server crush down for days because of spam accounts. I use to have more than 100 'fake' account openned at the 'same time'. At first, i thought the forum is merely booming, but later I realized they are all spam accounts. The effect is that i lost huge part of my Seo, since many links no longer exist on the site leading to many soft and hard 404, and thus, googld dropping the links. If you want a forum success, install SMF on a subdomain (eg forum.yourdomain.com). If your host is Siteground, you'll find the software under "Softaculous". SMF is forum based software, easy to manage and bla bla, especially against spam accounts that has potential to shutdown your server. |
JoeBlocks:I intentionally wrote it like that to depict how complicated and confusing peotry can be. |
charix:I can feel your plight, the craft is a complicated one. |
in my mother womb I pick a pen poetry, prose, play and essay four brothers of same father tussle for my mussle and hussle they flash around jewels that lures be me, trick me, act me, define me they table what they are cable I want to be, I choose the be me. poetry become my voice, my song I sing amidst the chinese bamboo the magic I await yet to bang I sing to the nightgale all night hunger still wipe more the day I sing to local publications I turn a publish poet with zero coin I chase and sing to the seas perhaps my song be melodious in the foreign ears of strangers perhaps some buck crumb down from the table of the poetry lords but it's all wish, easy for alm takers be it real, they ride gaint horses same fate for the stinking poets cos poetry is no commercial art only we, the passionate few stand to walk galantly on its lone path- and Be. As she has all promise us kudos to bard, to the sons of word who will never stumble nor fumble and quit Mother's Pot cos it lacks meat. |
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my rhymes are commoner's tales flaw by the wish of crafting yale witness a soaring bird at night ask her of the lies today told prod her till she unleash her bowl of scene when only feeble tears dawned as the morning dews make his promising cortex like a rivulet, how she has flow into his garment of hideous fur and let the razor keen its marks. If your pen droops mucus as mine steal my words: steal my senseless mumble my iota of thoughtless amidst your thoughtfulness i won't bother nor fonder: go on; cos i only jargon today for days after earth. |
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merit12:Thanks for your great elucidations. I love them. You make the poem look more beautiful in my sight. Sincerely you make my day. |
Here he is Our long expected friend Fist, debut and woe Logger of our daily trends With his twelve log books He has booked a day extra than yesteryear Carbon of his age dead great father: 1988! Check the dairy. He's here to bless all Including sundry Fresh out on Friday A promise of many holidays Another leap year Is here With vision of census Right ahead Hope it will go Sans turmoil 366 days of expectations And enviable varying encounters A stopwatch, A jotter, A monitor, An atlas To the circulars journeys and rat races.
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Why the creating Why the deviating Why the judging Why the running Why are we here? Why the murder Why his brother Why the order Why later disorder Why are we here? Why the charging Why the booting Why the typing Why the swiping Why are we here? Why the talking Why the ranting Why the loving Why the mating Why are we here? Why the toasting Why the blushing Why the smooching Why the raping Why the we here? Why are we hearth on earth Judging our existence with math Doing will when we fell right Whether we peace or might Why are we here? I learnt we have been here for centuries Blaming foes for our mysteries Yet, we find no purpose to facade Each wearing out after s few decades Why are here? Can someone tell me why we are here? Is it for the useless money Or for the bitter honey Is it for the rusting gold Or for its losty sold Is it to write a poem to ask Jamb questions Or to join a quest and stand for nations. Why are we here? ©Olajide Timilehin Abiodun. Follow on Twitter: @Authorsincharge |
The chillness of palms And the watery of mouth Born of the winter Needs touches of Amala With rodo rich stew beside |
A tray of pepper spiced Pomo Dance gently on the waiter's palm Walking the chamber to and fro Just for all and sundry Flashes guesty eyes from differ corners Like champagne let out of hot bottle The gentlemen rush for a taste And down it with a little liquid The taste of blended vodka Hurts the throat, and waters the eye While the blood red rice and fried died chicken Wait earnestly for a famished teeth attack The jesters mutters jests In comment to the chill chapman The emcee speaks in realms In honour of the dark rums The cacophonous banging of beats Filled the room with heat The white suited semovita Got stained by the bleeds of red oil The cake, facade for a bake Share it not, name it fake See it a large morsel of eba A wise product of wise friends Sure it will stay Till the end of the day Since the sought soft plate of pounded yam are for no one But the beholders of honours Honouring the day, hounouring my day. Hurray! Its my birthday. |
It is rather reasonable to conclude rape is a more terrible crime than the widely detect terrorism. Consider it this way, either partially or wholly a rape victim is a destroyed life. It is a stigma that is everlasting and indelible. It is painful that many of the victims turn out to lost hope in a prospecting future. And if a woman is a nation, then a destroyed woman is a destroyed nation. My pleas largely goes to the men, when you are turned-on please use the toilet. Your hands can be of great helps— it can help relief you off your hunger (call it masturbation), but don't see an option in pouring your pleasure driven desires on her—especially if she's not ready for it. It may turn her to something you never wished for your aunties, sisters, daughters, or daughters to come. The news of rape is just everywhere, and everyone always put the man at fault. Yes he is at fault, I know. But what about those business tycoons that never stop producing something more sexy for women? And what of the women that never stop buying them. That's even the least of the ways in which these profiteers contribute to the problem. A more serious way that added up to the mayhem is the colossal production and sponsorship of porn movies all over the internet and sales store. It is fair to say the buyer is at fault, but let reason this together; Numbers of stories of high moral, mental development and critical engagement are out there in scripts searching for film producers and marketers, but these business looters would prefer to pay wholesome amount to persons, who initially are financially unfit, to showcase there private life on screen. For instance, X-video claims more than 2000 porn videos upload everyday. In addition, there are over 50,000 porn websites on the net making a huge percent of the total videos websites as at 2014, and funny enough these sites top searches at all times putting people to easy temptation of watching porn. But nobody is forcing us to watch them. Well that's an excellent thought. However, we are all of flesh and bones and the human nature is highly responsive to pleasure especially sexual pleasure. This is why we seldom see cases of female rapist, because man easily fall into pleasure driven activities. And also if women are stronger enough than men we would have gotten millions of women jailed for raping—after all women easily get on earlier than men. It just ethics and nature that hold them down, things would have been reversed. The basis of my assumptions link with issues of female gang rape common at high institutions in Nigeria. The physical strength of man is a component that raise rape from the side of the man, but if women were to be in that position every man would have gotten raped at least twice in his lifetime. However, as the dictum goes, "To whom much is given, much is expected". As for man, the physical strength given by nature is not an avenue to force other fellows into any acts they never wanted, especially wowen. It will be better if we conclude that our more mental and physical strengths are for the protection of weaker others from external aggressionss. If you are this born super Mayweather, filled with brim energy, I will implore you to take on a better course like joining the army an retrieving the Chibok girls. I'm sure at least five of them will voluntarily love to be your wife (owing to your great deed). And with that I see no reason you should force other girls(women) in the future. If you can't do it then zip up your slacky trousers. That fact is if you can't make them don't mar them. Don't ruin that precious angel career when you can't build a decent one for her, she's precious to our nation, If you are really edging to cum, and you can't get yourself together, visit the local harlot zone. Clearly, you will found a cost effective one that match your budget. But if you presume those to be wornouts, and you feel you need somethiong fresh. It is all about your pocket, because there are bounty of them out there that are skin hungry for your money. Since any soup that is delicious it is money that kill it. And finally, as you can see, feel, sense and observe I'm not writing this piece to mount the blame of rape solely on one sphere of the society, I'm only observing and projecting a reasonable solutions. My aim is solely to elucidate the grounding factors and to proffer the possible options that can help kill or reduce the menace rape in our country,Nigeria and the rest of the world at large. My very last request goes to the men that "if she no gree, no force her. It might ruin her life and yours too." Remember fifteen years in kirikiri(prison) no be wasa—it's never a joking matter. © Olajide Timilehin Abiodun. |
You call us the dingy hopeless But we hope for our daily mess You insult us when you throw us change Yet, we never change You see us as the lack That takes your lack But we have some you lack Hiding the white, hawking with black. We extort you of your bead Expecting income sans a bid In disguise of those in need We hope for righteous deed We wear tethered rags To steal from your brags We tax you of your fruits Touching not your suits Many of us have trailers Heard you? It will seems like thrillers Copyright © Olajide Timilehin Abiodun. (Extracted from The Greatest Gift Ever: An anthology of manhood poems). |
I love your rhyme scheme |
Good work bro. |
Thank bro... @Adeayo7 |
My pen let us speak strength To the feeble minds reading Courage to the brave minds At struggles and wars Let us see beyond this walls And sight the plight of the mighty The pains of fathers with no children To take from the warmth of the day. Let kudos the fighters of evil And upholders of Peace Even in the sight of life socking monsters Our brave and keen guards In the thick forest of Zambisa And those on the borders and loopholes Corners and pass-gates of our city The god guardian that seek Neither our praises nor our pearls The royal loins dress in Khakis Armoured with the weapon of death To secure and protect lives The true heroes of this era. © Olajide Timilehin Abiodun
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If this is democracy Then we are crazy You want freedom of expression But you bathe in corruption We dream sky growth In a country you have no troth Waiting in throat-cutting for magic Sorry! But it's a wait for tragic Do your nation a favour Don't vanish her like vapour Fight the vice in your heart Don't tear Nigeria apart © Olajide Timilehin |
Life can be a dirge Only in company of bleak fellows Foes on hand to scourge All life do is cry in mellow |
Don't jump at conclusion In any tight condition It can obscure your vision And hind your mission Just pay attention Kindly wait for solution Switch on your ignition And set on your motion Check for any addition And consider hidden subtraction If you see multiplication Don't forsake division Pray for your nation Against an invasion You dwell in corruption Truth modification Illegal distribution Swift bribe allocation Intellectual duplication Fund misappropriation Yet you're in anticipation To see a great nation There is no accommodation For such an allusion To program application It needs your decision Clone your aspiration With strict determination Against all temptation- Don't accept digression Think not of the congregation Serve as an inspiration To the rest of the nation This is an information It needs mobilization. Share! Copyright © Olajide Timilehin Abiodun (TIM BRAIN) . Whatsapp: (07034768843) or Call 08179950230) |
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