She is a mother, She's an inspirator, She's an instructor
The air beneath my wings, The only voice that avenge aloud but heard sombre
If she could write a story,It would be the greatest ever told.
She learnt how to cry from words and flashback not just the pains anyone had caused her.
No one has the right to insult my mother
My mother isn't a mistake, My mother isn't a stranger, My Mother isn't a lunatic
She does all she does with selflessness, My Epic
Do people still sings poem for their mother lately?
Even on a day like this she still cry saying she hasn't done enough..
How can I appreciate you this mother? My carrier
The only one who carries me from zero and never get tired of still carrying me...
My educator, My entertainment; That why I call her an Edutainer
She's my mother, My Courage, The creator of my identity, The mirror of my reality
When I'm hurt and keep crying, she says don't worry ants bites then we both smiles
The only one who says "Similoluwa, don't worry you can't loose" even when it tight and almost gone, she never stop pressing on to see me press more....
Its funny how she does this even when we all knows she loves Apple so much but....
When apples (🍏🍏🍏🍏) are four and we are five (👩 👗👚👗👗) ;my mother says, "I don't like Apples.
Happy mothers day
#simi #review #everyone
The air beneath my wings, The only voice that avenge aloud but heard sombre
If she could write a story,It would be the greatest ever told.
She learnt how to cry from words and flashback not just the pains anyone had caused her.
No one has the right to insult my mother
My mother isn't a mistake, My mother isn't a stranger, My Mother isn't a lunatic
She does all she does with selflessness, My Epic
Do people still sings poem for their mother lately?
Even on a day like this she still cry saying she hasn't done enough..
How can I appreciate you this mother? My carrier
The only one who carries me from zero and never get tired of still carrying me...
My educator, My entertainment; That why I call her an Edutainer
She's my mother, My Courage, The creator of my identity, The mirror of my reality
When I'm hurt and keep crying, she says don't worry ants bites then we both smiles
The only one who says "Similoluwa, don't worry you can't loose" even when it tight and almost gone, she never stop pressing on to see me press more....
Its funny how she does this even when we all knows she loves Apple so much but....
When apples (🍏🍏🍏🍏) are four and we are five (👩 👗👚👗👗) ;my mother says, "I don't like Apples.
Happy mothers day
#simi #review #everyone
Title: A world Apart
Genre: Fanstay
Chapter 1
"Naoko! Naoko!"
I call her again and again but she was gone, swallowed by the early morning fog. I hope it keeps her safe. Safe from the world, safe from me too.
I stop running behind her, my heart hurts so much, I didn't see this coming at all. I thought we were in love, that she wouldn't leave but then she's gone.
I try hard to concentrate, to look beyond that cloud of mist but nothing, I can't see anything beyond it.
"That mist must have been magical," my friend Sinzo suggests.
"Maybe," I say
"but then who created it?" I ask
"That was a powerful spell, all the spells I casted to find Naoko ended up leading to nothing, I believe she must have returned to her own world." Sinzo tells me with an expression of suspicion
"Leorio..." Sinzo puts a hand on my shoulder trying to ease my pain. My heart feels like someone has ripped it out of it's place and then crushed it under an elephant's feet.
"It wasn't her world buddy, she won't have been safe here, so in a way she did what you wanted her to do from the start." He solaces me or atleast tries to
"She could've atleast warned me once!" I burst out, I don't know if it's my anger that I was left out of the loop or was it the fact that my heart was broken.
"But the question is, who did that magic, as far as I know we were the only people who knew she was in our world. Could it be...?" Sinzo leaves the sentence hanging in the air
"That someone else found out she was here and..." My voice cracks, my eyes open wide in fear
"And threatened her to leave?" Sinzo completes
"But if that was the case she could have told us right!?" I ask, he scratches his chin in suspicion. The pain of my heart break was gone and now a fear took it's place, the question that echoed in my mind was 'Is she safe?'
"You don't worry, I'll find out. Don't think too much." Sinzo tells me and leaves. I try to use my magic power to find her but to only have same conclusion, nothing!
#tm #shortstory #review
Genre: Fanstay
Chapter 1
"Naoko! Naoko!"
I call her again and again but she was gone, swallowed by the early morning fog. I hope it keeps her safe. Safe from the world, safe from me too.
I stop running behind her, my heart hurts so much, I didn't see this coming at all. I thought we were in love, that she wouldn't leave but then she's gone.
I try hard to concentrate, to look beyond that cloud of mist but nothing, I can't see anything beyond it.
"That mist must have been magical," my friend Sinzo suggests.
"Maybe," I say
"but then who created it?" I ask
"That was a powerful spell, all the spells I casted to find Naoko ended up leading to nothing, I believe she must have returned to her own world." Sinzo tells me with an expression of suspicion
"Leorio..." Sinzo puts a hand on my shoulder trying to ease my pain. My heart feels like someone has ripped it out of it's place and then crushed it under an elephant's feet.
"It wasn't her world buddy, she won't have been safe here, so in a way she did what you wanted her to do from the start." He solaces me or atleast tries to
"She could've atleast warned me once!" I burst out, I don't know if it's my anger that I was left out of the loop or was it the fact that my heart was broken.
"But the question is, who did that magic, as far as I know we were the only people who knew she was in our world. Could it be...?" Sinzo leaves the sentence hanging in the air
"That someone else found out she was here and..." My voice cracks, my eyes open wide in fear
"And threatened her to leave?" Sinzo completes
"But if that was the case she could have told us right!?" I ask, he scratches his chin in suspicion. The pain of my heart break was gone and now a fear took it's place, the question that echoed in my mind was 'Is she safe?'
"You don't worry, I'll find out. Don't think too much." Sinzo tells me and leaves. I try to use my magic power to find her but to only have same conclusion, nothing!
#tm #shortstory #review
Egocentric Pandemic
This is beyond a wear, why do we still thinks we are fine?
With anxiety we wore it with pride. well, we did because it was not the only option left
It between living and existing a live, A banquet follows after our barricade emotions;
The world is shutting down why aren't we seeing it?
Fours eyes are becoming none? Why aren't we noticing?
Seem like darkness is smiling, air is thick... Are we still not feeling that?
It's okay to say he dead in a car accident how about they all dead in a car accident?
My intensions are not to scare you, am just definition the moment by my own thought
But I think we should know this is the main definition of the vanity some men once spoke of. Aren't we imagining things? Why do we still think It our own self wishes?
Where are the Rose Royce owners?
Bing-bing Lagos benz owners?
Life of a party? That one that thinks I can't go a week without clubbing?
Oh my tailor must not disappear me? This weekend, they must all noticed me
How about, I can't warm a meal of yesterday? It's not a pride it won't just go...
Yes, I nearly forgot, my sister on the top view; team mainland is not my thing just island
Can the delusions be with held and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,could it go away from life?
Questions unresolved in time, panic strikes as the death nears.
The Pandemic? Humans questioned! Ask the creator,
Any way out of this cobweb of pain?
Delusions reach the dead end,as you turn into a good Samaritan.
Never to be seen again till the end,as I erased the creature forever!
Don't we think we are been short listed from this world already?
Don't know if we have to talk or we should run.
We all are going through a tough time. Reality is harsh with the disease being violent and deadly. Any disaster that emerges is due to the imbalance in the ecosystem. We humans have taken our Mother Earth for granted since ages with a feeling of “Why should I care?” There could be a possibility that karma has been reverted back due to the ignorance uprooted. This poem is my thoughts over this situation, and how the Nature converses about the problems caused.
#review #everyone #simi
This is beyond a wear, why do we still thinks we are fine?
With anxiety we wore it with pride. well, we did because it was not the only option left
It between living and existing a live, A banquet follows after our barricade emotions;
The world is shutting down why aren't we seeing it?
Fours eyes are becoming none? Why aren't we noticing?
Seem like darkness is smiling, air is thick... Are we still not feeling that?
It's okay to say he dead in a car accident how about they all dead in a car accident?
My intensions are not to scare you, am just definition the moment by my own thought
But I think we should know this is the main definition of the vanity some men once spoke of. Aren't we imagining things? Why do we still think It our own self wishes?
Where are the Rose Royce owners?
Bing-bing Lagos benz owners?
Life of a party? That one that thinks I can't go a week without clubbing?
Oh my tailor must not disappear me? This weekend, they must all noticed me
How about, I can't warm a meal of yesterday? It's not a pride it won't just go...
Yes, I nearly forgot, my sister on the top view; team mainland is not my thing just island
Can the delusions be with held and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,could it go away from life?
Questions unresolved in time, panic strikes as the death nears.
The Pandemic? Humans questioned! Ask the creator,
Any way out of this cobweb of pain?
Delusions reach the dead end,as you turn into a good Samaritan.
Never to be seen again till the end,as I erased the creature forever!
Don't we think we are been short listed from this world already?
Don't know if we have to talk or we should run.
We all are going through a tough time. Reality is harsh with the disease being violent and deadly. Any disaster that emerges is due to the imbalance in the ecosystem. We humans have taken our Mother Earth for granted since ages with a feeling of “Why should I care?” There could be a possibility that karma has been reverted back due to the ignorance uprooted. This poem is my thoughts over this situation, and how the Nature converses about the problems caused.
#review #everyone #simi
Faceless feel of a dusty rhyme
Lost inside the wave of times
Battered by the thoughts unknown
Of the moments come and gone
Lurking on the inside a pool
Deep enough filled up of cruel
Regrets, tension and depression
Waiting for a sense of action
Flowing like a flooded river
Looking for something to trigger
Falling like a huge avalanche
Tonnes of weight can't stop the stanch
In the past I leave you behind
With a page full of dusty rhyme
#tm #poetry #review
Lost inside the wave of times
Battered by the thoughts unknown
Of the moments come and gone
Lurking on the inside a pool
Deep enough filled up of cruel
Regrets, tension and depression
Waiting for a sense of action
Flowing like a flooded river
Looking for something to trigger
Falling like a huge avalanche
Tonnes of weight can't stop the stanch
In the past I leave you behind
With a page full of dusty rhyme
#tm #poetry #review
Something to speak at my first day at college. Can anyone please review it and spot grammatical errors or any other way to improve.
In this economy, a certification or a degree isn’t enough to get by. It really concerns me to see so many of my seniors choose whatever job pays the most and give up on their dreams and in their despair, they tell themselves everything is fine and lose their inner child. So I want to set clear goals for myself and strive towards them while I’m still in college. Being a “good kid”, doing what you’re told and fitting in, may be what society wants. But it doesn’t make you the kind of person who can change society because you’ll never be extraordinary that way. Unfortunately, the world may not always be at peace so even if I never really do fit in, I hope other young people share my concerns. I want to be able to decide for myself who I should and shouldn’t listen to and I want to share the way I feel with lots of people. I know for a fact that when everyone remembers their mission in life, they have the power to change the world and that the world is always with them. That’s what I want to share with people; to wake their hearts from their slumber.
#review #everyone #speech #vc
In this economy, a certification or a degree isn’t enough to get by. It really concerns me to see so many of my seniors choose whatever job pays the most and give up on their dreams and in their despair, they tell themselves everything is fine and lose their inner child. So I want to set clear goals for myself and strive towards them while I’m still in college. Being a “good kid”, doing what you’re told and fitting in, may be what society wants. But it doesn’t make you the kind of person who can change society because you’ll never be extraordinary that way. Unfortunately, the world may not always be at peace so even if I never really do fit in, I hope other young people share my concerns. I want to be able to decide for myself who I should and shouldn’t listen to and I want to share the way I feel with lots of people. I know for a fact that when everyone remembers their mission in life, they have the power to change the world and that the world is always with them. That’s what I want to share with people; to wake their hearts from their slumber.
#review #everyone #speech #vc
-:Come back again:-
Come back and again be my love,
And be with me forever, in every move.
Chanting your name inside, waiting with my open arms,
My heart welcomes you with beds of fragrant red roses.
Life will be delightful in all the afflictions,
We will sing with joy beating all the odds, since.
Let the tides of life as more stormy and wild,
Then with love, life will be more deeply filled.
Oh, my Darling! Come back again and very soon,
I'll give you love, beyond the limit and beyond the span.
#review #everyone #poetry
Come back and again be my love,
And be with me forever, in every move.
Chanting your name inside, waiting with my open arms,
My heart welcomes you with beds of fragrant red roses.
Life will be delightful in all the afflictions,
We will sing with joy beating all the odds, since.
Let the tides of life as more stormy and wild,
Then with love, life will be more deeply filled.
Oh, my Darling! Come back again and very soon,
I'll give you love, beyond the limit and beyond the span.
#review #everyone #poetry
Let us revive, the pristine deed,
Which tamped into the travellers deed;
The falling of rain, the winnowing of wind,
The shining of stars, the esoteric Mozart;
With his power of eloquence and rhythm,
The snowfall occluded the hidden;
The hidden gnawed (at) the incorrigible Mozart,
Who'll be the "Benefactor of Tide"!! , challenged the Wizard;
The Tide with rise and fall of Beats ,
Who'll be the Odious? Who'll be the Preach?
The effrontery made the impassive kneel,
From high to low to rhythmic steel;
If you clung from too fast- too slow,
The lament will be the harmonious blow;
"Come, Join us, to throw the applauds of praise,
To elate the Sundry, Singer's of grace".
#zm #poetry #review
Which tamped into the travellers deed;
The falling of rain, the winnowing of wind,
The shining of stars, the esoteric Mozart;
With his power of eloquence and rhythm,
The snowfall occluded the hidden;
The hidden gnawed (at) the incorrigible Mozart,
Who'll be the "Benefactor of Tide"!! , challenged the Wizard;
The Tide with rise and fall of Beats ,
Who'll be the Odious? Who'll be the Preach?
The effrontery made the impassive kneel,
From high to low to rhythmic steel;
If you clung from too fast- too slow,
The lament will be the harmonious blow;
"Come, Join us, to throw the applauds of praise,
To elate the Sundry, Singer's of grace".
#zm #poetry #review
#poetry
-:Fullmoon on a dark night:-
Friskiness of the moment, I can feel in my heart,
And lonesomeness is becoming more pleasant.
The dismal and turbulent journey meets the glimmer of tranquility,
By goggling at you, life is filled with new hope and zesty.
Dread darkness has been defeated by glimpse of your smiling face,
Oh,Full Moon! Your beauty of calmness is limitless .
#review #everyone
-:Fullmoon on a dark night:-
Friskiness of the moment, I can feel in my heart,
And lonesomeness is becoming more pleasant.
The dismal and turbulent journey meets the glimmer of tranquility,
By goggling at you, life is filled with new hope and zesty.
Dread darkness has been defeated by glimpse of your smiling face,
Oh,Full Moon! Your beauty of calmness is limitless .
#review #everyone
#poetry
I want you
I want you to be at my side, but these limitations, religions, thinking, boundaries hold me tight.
I want my hand to be holded by you, but trust of my loved one is not allowing me to do.
YoU might know or may not what I feel, all I could do is wait for my heart to be healed.
I like you want to say it loud, but we don't have future together that what stop me out.
I wish love would be free, and we could be together where ever we would be.
#review #corrections
By: preet rana
I want you
I want you to be at my side, but these limitations, religions, thinking, boundaries hold me tight.
I want my hand to be holded by you, but trust of my loved one is not allowing me to do.
YoU might know or may not what I feel, all I could do is wait for my heart to be healed.
I like you want to say it loud, but we don't have future together that what stop me out.
I wish love would be free, and we could be together where ever we would be.
#review #corrections
By: preet rana
We are the future policy makers,
We are the dreamers of dreams
World losers and World foresakers
Upon whom the Pale moon gleams
In our insipid study rooms
We sit from noon to noon
Reading and analysing empires and crowns
On us, our social life frowns
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of world forever it seems
#SpartanGal-CivilsTaiyari #poetry #review
We are the dreamers of dreams
World losers and World foresakers
Upon whom the Pale moon gleams
In our insipid study rooms
We sit from noon to noon
Reading and analysing empires and crowns
On us, our social life frowns
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of world forever it seems
#SpartanGal-CivilsTaiyari #poetry #review
It's not fair
my dreams are different and rare
to be bound in the thoughts of care
of the gild I'm part of
of the crowd I'm heart of
and of the moment I can't encash
but something i think it must've has
for me, or am i flying blind
on the wings of air, am i bound to dive
nose down, will i hit the ground
crashing will i make a sound
or will i soar in the clouds of fame
waving goodbye to the oaf mundane
Of false truth I've always been taught
to keep in line, on my shoulder they fraught
I break the line as the tug of war rise
between my heart, my soul and my mind
Who's losing or winning, the adventure is mine
As i reach my destiny, I'll always be surprised
#tm #poetry #review
my dreams are different and rare
to be bound in the thoughts of care
of the gild I'm part of
of the crowd I'm heart of
and of the moment I can't encash
but something i think it must've has
for me, or am i flying blind
on the wings of air, am i bound to dive
nose down, will i hit the ground
crashing will i make a sound
or will i soar in the clouds of fame
waving goodbye to the oaf mundane
Of false truth I've always been taught
to keep in line, on my shoulder they fraught
I break the line as the tug of war rise
between my heart, my soul and my mind
Who's losing or winning, the adventure is mine
As i reach my destiny, I'll always be surprised
#tm #poetry #review
Diadem , yes it's a piece of diadem every person holds,
The lucidity of ideas and feelings our crux molds;
What is the the modulus of emotions?
The mendicant mind's concoction!
I feel alive, I feel bright,
This dawn of gloom,I feel disk drive,
I can't keep cool ,
It's this morning fool;
Let me sing a rhyming slang,
Be the morning bee gang.
#zm #poetry #review
The lucidity of ideas and feelings our crux molds;
What is the the modulus of emotions?
The mendicant mind's concoction!
I feel alive, I feel bright,
This dawn of gloom,I feel disk drive,
I can't keep cool ,
It's this morning fool;
Let me sing a rhyming slang,
Be the morning bee gang.
#zm #poetry #review
EYES
I have veneration for those idiosyncratic and adornment eyes.
Her eyes implicit the endurance of consternation of rancorous war between Palestine and Israel.I forgot how to conjure up the image of her face ,I just remembered those eyes. In the corner of her eyes had gossamer of tear which no one can descry. Her foppish look doesn't match with the abode of passion (to change her world) in her eyes, the eyes which where garrulity more than her dry lips with stoic expression, though the face expression were irascible, but the eyes told a different story. It is jibe to not to get engross in those eyes. I just remembered those eyes.....
#IG #eyes #review
I have veneration for those idiosyncratic and adornment eyes.
Her eyes implicit the endurance of consternation of rancorous war between Palestine and Israel.I forgot how to conjure up the image of her face ,I just remembered those eyes. In the corner of her eyes had gossamer of tear which no one can descry. Her foppish look doesn't match with the abode of passion (to change her world) in her eyes, the eyes which where garrulity more than her dry lips with stoic expression, though the face expression were irascible, but the eyes told a different story. It is jibe to not to get engross in those eyes. I just remembered those eyes.....
#IG #eyes #review
HERE'S THE LIGHT
Here's the light
Warring it has come forth
Rusty armour shines
Ascends the fallen blade
The ragged cape is in rage
Cut to the chase, is this a dream
No, this is the dream
The coup of the light
Light, I was waiting for
#rv #everyone #review #micropoetry
Here's the light
Warring it has come forth
Rusty armour shines
Ascends the fallen blade
The ragged cape is in rage
Cut to the chase, is this a dream
No, this is the dream
The coup of the light
Light, I was waiting for
#rv #everyone #review #micropoetry
A World Apart
Chapter 2
After Sinzo leaves me all by myself I couldn't help myself but think of her traveling down the memory lane to the first time I lay my eyes on her.
I have never believed in love, nevertheless in love at first sight but from my own experience it felt like an arrow went right through my heart then.
It was fine hours in the morning, still cold, a little sunlight and clouds, dragons roaring and feeding their kids and the kindred beasts back to their homes.
I was playing with my pet dragon 'Azure' a beautiful long white dragon with deep blue eyes. I was still trying to bond with him, I got him last year in the dragon forest and man do they grow fast! He went from one feet to nine in a year.
He still throws me off his back whenever he wants to, bites my hand whenever I feed him and sweeps me off my feet with his tail for no apparent reason. I started to think he hates me.
Something similar happened that day, we were flying past a gate of spirits zone and then he threw me off his back, I fell right to the ground, the good thing was that we weren't flying too high when he dropped me, the bad thing was now I'd have to walk back all the way to my home and man that's a half day walk.
After I put myself together, I saw her, sitting there is a corner, her head bent on her knees and then looking up at me with confusion and apprehension. I would have loved to talk to her if I wasn't locked into my place in her dark black eyes and the locks of her wavy hair.
I couldn't move so I kept staring at her until finally I could find the strength to move. I moved towards her and in a split second I realized she wasn't one of us, she wasn't a magi, but a human!
#tm #review #shortstory
Chapter 2
After Sinzo leaves me all by myself I couldn't help myself but think of her traveling down the memory lane to the first time I lay my eyes on her.
I have never believed in love, nevertheless in love at first sight but from my own experience it felt like an arrow went right through my heart then.
It was fine hours in the morning, still cold, a little sunlight and clouds, dragons roaring and feeding their kids and the kindred beasts back to their homes.
I was playing with my pet dragon 'Azure' a beautiful long white dragon with deep blue eyes. I was still trying to bond with him, I got him last year in the dragon forest and man do they grow fast! He went from one feet to nine in a year.
He still throws me off his back whenever he wants to, bites my hand whenever I feed him and sweeps me off my feet with his tail for no apparent reason. I started to think he hates me.
Something similar happened that day, we were flying past a gate of spirits zone and then he threw me off his back, I fell right to the ground, the good thing was that we weren't flying too high when he dropped me, the bad thing was now I'd have to walk back all the way to my home and man that's a half day walk.
After I put myself together, I saw her, sitting there is a corner, her head bent on her knees and then looking up at me with confusion and apprehension. I would have loved to talk to her if I wasn't locked into my place in her dark black eyes and the locks of her wavy hair.
I couldn't move so I kept staring at her until finally I could find the strength to move. I moved towards her and in a split second I realized she wasn't one of us, she wasn't a magi, but a human!
#tm #review #shortstory
Maybe in a parallel universe depression doesn't exists.
Maybe their ain't no suicide victims,
maybe "happy" is a word with no opposite.
Maybe rapes are zero and humanity's alive,
maybe selfishness is not a term there.
Maybe in the parallel universe people are hopeful,
having reasons to continue, a tomorrow to look forward to,
where families don't hide their secrets and friends are not fake.
With no broken hearts where love is only beautiful.
Maybe everyone understands everyone in that world,
maybe cries are rare to their eyes.
Maybe people don't die of poverty and maybe animals are let free,
the air is clean and the ozone layer is not harmed,
where humans are actually "humans" and smiles are not forced and hearts don't ache in pain.
But in this world, this is how we live,
"In a series of 'maybe(s)' "
#everyone #review #princhi
Maybe their ain't no suicide victims,
maybe "happy" is a word with no opposite.
Maybe rapes are zero and humanity's alive,
maybe selfishness is not a term there.
Maybe in the parallel universe people are hopeful,
having reasons to continue, a tomorrow to look forward to,
where families don't hide their secrets and friends are not fake.
With no broken hearts where love is only beautiful.
Maybe everyone understands everyone in that world,
maybe cries are rare to their eyes.
Maybe people don't die of poverty and maybe animals are let free,
the air is clean and the ozone layer is not harmed,
where humans are actually "humans" and smiles are not forced and hearts don't ache in pain.
But in this world, this is how we live,
"In a series of 'maybe(s)' "
#everyone #review #princhi
If covid never came
Just like another game you came into the state, Nigeria. We let you in and we av been dealing with you ever since, we thought you would leave it's obvious you'd picked a nation in our state. If you had never come;
I would sneeze without people looking at me like am the death herself
I would dress in my usual way without covering my mouth like it stinks
I would use my hand as I choose to, with no exemption,
The world won't have been withheld not to talk of limitating our freedom of movement.
I miss the days of uncountable sneezing blessings.
I miss the days of partying 7pm till dawn
I miss the days of hand-shakes, hugs, kiss her on the face.
But now all I get is unfriendly glaring, even our brothers overseas are strange visitors
If you hadn't come I wouldn't walk about with mini suffocation and;
Thousand families would be happy or more than
You just changed the whole vision 2020 game plan...
© theSimiloluwa 🖊
#review #simi #everyone
Just like another game you came into the state, Nigeria. We let you in and we av been dealing with you ever since, we thought you would leave it's obvious you'd picked a nation in our state. If you had never come;
I would sneeze without people looking at me like am the death herself
I would dress in my usual way without covering my mouth like it stinks
I would use my hand as I choose to, with no exemption,
The world won't have been withheld not to talk of limitating our freedom of movement.
I miss the days of uncountable sneezing blessings.
I miss the days of partying 7pm till dawn
I miss the days of hand-shakes, hugs, kiss her on the face.
But now all I get is unfriendly glaring, even our brothers overseas are strange visitors
If you hadn't come I wouldn't walk about with mini suffocation and;
Thousand families would be happy or more than
You just changed the whole vision 2020 game plan...
© theSimiloluwa 🖊
#review #simi #everyone
Both love and hatred are not neophyte for each other because -
"When a man learn's to love,he must bear the risk of hatred".
Harbinger of hatred are pique,cry, fight, inveigh, depression, imprecation whereas the harbinger of love is exuberance, warmth, tenderness, lubricious, fondness; which extant together (love and hatred) by ingesting each other.
Both hatred and love are countervail that can't be hew.
#IG #randomPiece #review
"When a man learn's to love,he must bear the risk of hatred".
Harbinger of hatred are pique,cry, fight, inveigh, depression, imprecation whereas the harbinger of love is exuberance, warmth, tenderness, lubricious, fondness; which extant together (love and hatred) by ingesting each other.
Both hatred and love are countervail that can't be hew.
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Let me cite (you) the hardihood of the bamboo sap.
Once a farmer grew the saplings of bamboo shrub and banana tree, he was at odds with the bamboo because it takes six months for the shoots to come out from the ground whereas the golden egg, epithet for the banana earned him a lot of profit. He demurred with apathy the imminent advantages of bamboo over banana.
It is indeed a tideous task to nurture the saplings of the evergreen grass turning into a full grown tree.
It requires a prodigious amount of rainfall which makes it a tropical plantation.
After the stint of meticulous hardwork done on the tall tree, making its way above the abut ; it refuted the inedible limn of feckless banana, who provided one-tenth of the surplus amount of interest than the other, haemorrhaging the business of the callous banana owners.
To encapsulate the above narrative, I would like to state the old Japanese aphorism:
*THE* *BAMBOO* *THAT* *BENDS* *IS* *STRONGER* *THAN* *THE* *OAK* *THAT* *RESISTS*.
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Once a farmer grew the saplings of bamboo shrub and banana tree, he was at odds with the bamboo because it takes six months for the shoots to come out from the ground whereas the golden egg, epithet for the banana earned him a lot of profit. He demurred with apathy the imminent advantages of bamboo over banana.
It is indeed a tideous task to nurture the saplings of the evergreen grass turning into a full grown tree.
It requires a prodigious amount of rainfall which makes it a tropical plantation.
After the stint of meticulous hardwork done on the tall tree, making its way above the abut ; it refuted the inedible limn of feckless banana, who provided one-tenth of the surplus amount of interest than the other, haemorrhaging the business of the callous banana owners.
To encapsulate the above narrative, I would like to state the old Japanese aphorism:
*THE* *BAMBOO* *THAT* *BENDS* *IS* *STRONGER* *THAN* *THE* *OAK* *THAT* *RESISTS*.
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Hold along the time will come,
Be my sun ,be my sun;
The stars ask the space,
The moon has got his place;
The light illuminates the moon,
With the sparkling evening noon;
"I don't know why?", despised the callous stars in exuberance with the nemesis moon,
The lamp lights in its silver shoon.
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Be my sun ,be my sun;
The stars ask the space,
The moon has got his place;
The light illuminates the moon,
With the sparkling evening noon;
"I don't know why?", despised the callous stars in exuberance with the nemesis moon,
The lamp lights in its silver shoon.
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BLOOM
pliant pink or the ruthless red
prickly paling or the thorn in itself
spring flattery or the hauteur sprout
emblem of beauty or the pride itself
for the queen or the knight himself
thrown at the weeds or the weed iridescent
Bloom-how'd you bloom
like a flower or as the wildflower instead
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pliant pink or the ruthless red
prickly paling or the thorn in itself
spring flattery or the hauteur sprout
emblem of beauty or the pride itself
for the queen or the knight himself
thrown at the weeds or the weed iridescent
Bloom-how'd you bloom
like a flower or as the wildflower instead
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