I am a man without good fortune
the feelings and thoughts of misfortune
Last Friday Night.
I described going out, last friday, toa nice wine-bar, got live-music, lots of people, nice atmosphere, apart from smokers. I like to look, at people dancing, talking...it's unique.. Than i dreamt of love, drunk with Love, was drinking, but not heavy-drinking. Love is like a drug...intoxicating..but without side-effects..apart from heart-break. That's life..happy to be living, as with Love, it is great.
APOLOGY
Dedicated to Teresa Mario Rockenstire my friend in New York, with whom i once shared something strong until an intruder came along. I wish she could offer a second chance.
Good Morning
Good morning, as you rise and shine Another day in life is here The hour has come to redefine Your journey ‘cross the wild frontier Beneath a sky, in cobalt hue You’ll stroll along your merry route While I hope all the best for you As you cont
THE COMMON LAW AND EQUITY
I wrote this poem in 2000 after I finished a course, 'Nigeria Legal System' in my second year at Ambrose Alli University, Ekpoma where I read Civil Law. I found the blend of both edges of the law fascinating. This will be better understood by people who understand the legal system of the Commonwealth of Nations as well as Christians who understand what Apostle Paul meant by the Law and Grace in his epistles.
GIANT TODLER
This poem is about Nigeria, a blessed country in terms of human, material and natural resources, yet its people wallow in abject poverty because of the bad leadership of its politicians with active conspiracy of western interests and colonialists.
The penguins
penguins made of plastic painted by artist place around liverpool for xmas cheer and to raise money for charitys after xmas
...lonly beach...
...most hated thing lonliness...
That aint a poem it was written in 3 minutes
Its bad cause thats not the way I live anymore therefore I didnt write what I know I wrote what I remember and worse yet could still do if inspired seduced made full of life......not a chance
i love ur beauty shine eyes
really she have a very beautiful shine eyes ,i ever seen???
~imaginatorium~
Creative free mind in imaginative form:)
Through your eyes
Through your eyes I see a beautiful soul to Give you my love is my goal I will hold you tight All through the night. I will stand by your side I will walk with you along the seaside
We need love because...
We need love because we Don't like be alone, We need love because we Have feelings. We need love because we afraid To remain alone, We need love because we need Protection and save. We need love because we Want feel happy and
If...
If one dat you want to cry Call me.I don't promise you To make you laugh,but I Can cry with you. If one day,you want to run away Call me.I don't promise you, To stop you,but I can run away With you. If one day you don't want to To l
light my candle
life is like a candle,if you have one another ,you are value
I am your Love always
I am your Love always I am your child who plays your hand holding my hand Playing with me in the sand Helping me learn and grow Like the seed you sow you are my everything you are my one thing I love to listen to your song Not a tune or word
I wait for you
waiting for love
In this world
In a world alone
Defeat the Reaper
Strolling through the past wondering how I'm here, I alway's seem to last When death is wandering near, Trying not to notice how close I brush with death, Surely knowing I get close sometimes for I smell the reapers breath, Fight with all I h
This be the verse...
an old favourite from college days
unlucky sam
it tells about my experience in london
love
its about love
TOMORROW I LEAVE LONDON
GOING TO CAIRO TOMRROW
A dream
One day I met her upon the sand, Where she used to play. She gazed and told me to stand, I stood like a statue of clay. She came and waved with her hand, My heart lept in the sky Her words were like a band The two souls danced with joy The tw
I dare you to hit me again…
Abusive relationships are very sharp in my mind while writing this pen.
Homeless again
The city is Phoenix, Arizona.
After The Fall
An Acrostic about today's society and political flavorings...
Freedom Yells, It Don’t Cry
Form: Acrostic This poem was written to the title prompt.
Birth of the Moon
Form: Acrostic
Translucent Warrior Nine
Form: Acrostic
Synergize:
Synergize: the sum of the whole is greater than each individual combined
AFTER THE FESTIVAL
It should be noted that those who stay with you in your trying times are your true friends. True friends are scarce yet they are everywhere. To find one however you must be a true friend yourself. Love is contagious, the other gets it when one has it or vice versa. In 2003, I was nominated by a poetry organisation in the United States of America for a $20,000 prize for my poem UTOPIA 1. I was invited to visit the US and possibly collect the prize. When this happened, I discovered that my ‘family’ became very large, extended and unusually accommodating until my proposed trip to the United States failed because of visa refusal. When I returned to my base and once people confirmed that it eventually did not work out, I searched fruitlessly for the members of my ‘family’ and ‘friends’ who became too distant for comfort. Hence the poems, ‘AFTER THE FESTIVAL 1 & 11’.
So What
Frustrated at this Point
Love right beside you
this poem is about love thats beside you and you feel it and the other dont
The Orange Good and The White Sun_3
I looked at the sun. It was the same white. And suddenly I imagined the whole Universe with the white sun in the middle and a little orange Good that was jumping from one planet to another. And the whole Universe was its home. It has been many
The Girl with Two Lips
This poem is about a prostitute who totally unseen to the world without her lips.
suffocating silence
it's about getting dumped
INTO THE STORM
There is a darkness with one arm That has conquered this city. There is a soundless alarm That has been full of pity. There is a night resumes its reigns… And room without windows. There is a fear in frozen veins That leaves unwritten symbol
Ae Fond Kiss
Ae Fond Kiss Ae fond kiss, and then we sever Ae fareweel, and then for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him
Rose
I am a rose that lays upon a bed of thorns, the dew on my pedals is but yet a tear I am up grounded from my roots, only to be weatherd ,rain or sun to sear Withering whats left of my velvety beauty, then at last wind to blow my memory away pieces
Yeah! You Know Who You Are
I wrote this about a lovely lady who worked at a nice pub in Newcastle a few years ago.