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nkpommpko:thanks sire |
kossyablaze:wow! Thanks |
devigblegble:you welcome sire |
marieolae:ahahahahahaha you spoke my mind dear! |
Elantracey:a seminar held over the internet NEW WORD: GAUDILOQUENT |
Oluwafunmilayo95:do I look like a person in a soliloquy state? |
Oluwafunmilayo95:pink |
sweetjulie, caught you! |
Valued:1.The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog 2. Clowder 4. continuum continuums duumvir duumvirate duumvirates duumviri duumvirs menstruum menstruums muumuu muumuus residuum 5. Aerious and arsenious 6. Its only dreamt, anyone writting fremt should know that the origin is scottish and not english 7. Apart from 'sorority' which is closer, no word is formally used as feminine for 'brethren', not even the outdated 'sistren' |
hehehe, £99,835 |
Oluwafunmilayo95:how would you learn if you aint available for lesson? |
respect undiluted girls |
Oluwafunmilayo95:a difficult problem or question NEW WORD: DAINTY |
Wow! I must confess, this is P-E-R-F-E-C-T Queennelly, you just opened my heart with this stowie... Well, Hannah, hiding the test result would just be another reptition of Ben's secret action, and the outcome of the cancer would expose everything, hence she'll have only herself to blame plus Ben aint gonna like that... Ruby? Damn! I wish she were real, I'd have love to have her as a kid, she'd try her best to always lighten up Hannah's face despite the problem. And joe?! Pls don't let's kill that open-hearted simple gentleman, he needs hannah so there got to be a quick solution to that cancer thing. Its your story though, just bring it out as perfect as it has been. *kisses* |
Purity1:uwlcm |
On a dark cool night souls were kissing the bed and pillow the stars, alongside the moonlight made love and bore a faint glow . A glow that illuminated the earth. On a dark cool night the birds had retired to their nest whilstling and singing a-light . Amidst these activities of the wonderful creatures, a mother hen lay on her egg and hatches The chick revered the beauty of nature . the newly-born gazed at the sky watching its kings dominating their abode The poor thing wished so hard to fly fly high like the kings, brave and bold . On a dark cool night the rays of a new dawn perpetuated the darkness welcoming the morning light watching the mother hen flying cross the lawn , On a dark cool night the kings hovered in their abode singing and hallowing the creator's might and the thought of the chick arose . A day would come when i would fly not as the mother hen but a bird perhaps i might just turn to a bird and soar high to where the the sight of man will never beheld |
wow! Purity, this is PURE, i mean your choices of words are good, your use of imagery and distict discription, better. All you need is the background knowledge of poetry.., and i promise you, you have the sky as your starting point. Wait ama rearrange that for you. Keep eet huuup! |
tmx21:thanks man |
Queennelly:wow! Thanks a bunch |
festwiz:thanks #done |
Queennelly:follow my signature |
Queennelly:ooow! Never knew you've replied. Ill tell you what i need later |
Hi QueenNelly, well done, and when is the next update? I told you to take me on tutorials and you didnt even reply, well, eerm i just created my first thread, would you like to read? |
As the day turns in the firmament seizing the sun the coolness of the moon coming the earth quiet like a deserted lawn. The horizons flaunt their beauties the stars, their streak the nightingale called for duty and silent hitting its peak In the street corner lies a child dazed from sleep a poor soul feeling sober a tender heart that often weep trembling, feeling cold like a damp with a sick body, frail and weak under the moon's unbias lamp a happy bed impossible to seek for this little child the street corner becomes home to rest for the night without a silk and soothing foam In a little and short while he will wake to scavenge like a vulture walking a million mile being hurt by the earth without revenge from the garbage can full of litters and trash yet he lives on the platform "I can" I'll stay alive and someday earn cash to all kid that live without shelter that has no mild mother's hand to caress the way you are today never matter you are only homeless, not hopeless! |
I was walking through the street at night, equiped with a full-cotton sweater and a giant umbrella as walking in such weather lighly clothed would be suicidal, suddenly I saw a little fragile boy whose age would be in the range of eight to twelve. He was only on pants and his whole sickly unclad body was being brutally punished by the rushing rain and cold wind. I stopped and took a deep look at the him, I called him and pulled off my sweater and wrapped it around his shivering shoulders and carried him on my back and brought him home. I made tea for him before questioning him. It was a sympathetic night as I was unaware of the tears that rolled down my eyes. I had to let him pass the night for I pitied the him a lot. This scenario has pushed me to write this poem for all those who are homeless; move on because you are going to make it one day... YOU ARE ONLY HOMELESS NOT HOPELESS. |
regular updater? Hey almacherish, you are needed i vote almacherish |
Your plus your choice of words your simple literary ability your arrangements what to work on indepth physical attribute carefullness on your quotation marks effective but simple language (all of us no be BSc candidate) my wish can you take me on written-artistry tutorials? . But seriously, this is one hell of an almost-perfect writeup. Keep it up queennelly |
festwiz keep it up! Nice one bruv |
I'm hoping this's gonna be a great one! Wow! Did i just made my first comment on NL on your story? You better don't dissapoint me. Besides, queen [why the queen?] jennimma, permit me to take a sit beside you... |