The other way around
When I
was young
with barely or
zero contribution,
I’m constantly curious
of how life does move on?
Clearly like those sophomores
I assembled complications
to caused other furious.
But some functions
behind the door;
At noon time
I go around
with new
rhyme.
Now,
Same as
courteous heart
with noble evolution.
Just like the ancient jazz:
“I desire to be a part
of giving solution,
not a parcel of
tribulation.”
So, with this,
I proudly stand,
a humble old man.
When I
was young
with barely or
zero contribution,
I’m constantly curious
of how life does move on?
Clearly like those sophomores
I assembled complications
to caused other furious.
But some functions
behind the door;
At noon time
I go around
with new
rhyme.
Now,
Same as
courteous heart
with noble evolution.
Just like the ancient jazz:
“I desire to be a part
of giving solution,
not a parcel of
tribulation.”
So, with this,
I proudly stand,
a humble old man.
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*"Empty Reform"*
The voice of the masses echoing through the sky,
Like a lightening dancing across the sky,
A woeful voice that can make a dead man sighs,
But our upper hands dead to our soulful cries.
The world around us painted in gray,
Hopelessness spreading like wildfire,
Our dreams and aspirations swept away,
Leaving nothing but an endless mire.
We call on those political chameleons,
To listen to our voices and take a stand,
But they turn a blind eye and refuse to see,
Leaving us trapped in a barren wasteland.
Yet still we hold on to a glimmer of hope,
A belief that one day things will change,
That our leaders will find strength to cope,
And heal all the wounds caused by their derange.
Until then we'll keep shouting from the rooftops,
Our voices echoing through the land,
Demanding that our leaders take up their props
To guide us towards a brighter stand.
Olayiwola Muhammed
Philanthropic pen
The voice of the masses echoing through the sky,
Like a lightening dancing across the sky,
A woeful voice that can make a dead man sighs,
But our upper hands dead to our soulful cries.
The world around us painted in gray,
Hopelessness spreading like wildfire,
Our dreams and aspirations swept away,
Leaving nothing but an endless mire.
We call on those political chameleons,
To listen to our voices and take a stand,
But they turn a blind eye and refuse to see,
Leaving us trapped in a barren wasteland.
Yet still we hold on to a glimmer of hope,
A belief that one day things will change,
That our leaders will find strength to cope,
And heal all the wounds caused by their derange.
Until then we'll keep shouting from the rooftops,
Our voices echoing through the land,
Demanding that our leaders take up their props
To guide us towards a brighter stand.
Olayiwola Muhammed
Philanthropic pen
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Just a memory
I had a lot to say but, now all I can say is I'm sorry.
So many questions I had, they seemed like a business Inquiry.
Tell me why tell me why you had to leave me lonely?
A friend you were I'm moments of darkness,
Wise were you words when I was out of answers,
Pure was your heart and void of malice,
Old and grey you were but a father you stood by choice.
Our pillar of strength, ear to our cries, now no more,
Granddad beloved a warrior strong rest in piece.
I had a lot to say but, now all I can say is I'm sorry.
So many questions I had, they seemed like a business Inquiry.
Tell me why tell me why you had to leave me lonely?
A friend you were I'm moments of darkness,
Wise were you words when I was out of answers,
Pure was your heart and void of malice,
Old and grey you were but a father you stood by choice.
Our pillar of strength, ear to our cries, now no more,
Granddad beloved a warrior strong rest in piece.
*Desire*
The day
will come when
this butterfly
of ours
will be real,
and right.
We will
tell the story,
how we tiptoed
to get
the lines and take
a chore not meant for us
but for
a chance to catch the
sun rise and set in our hearts.
This desire,
would one day be real
and right.
This desire
would one day
be all we are and not less.
The moon
itself would testify
to our silent hugs
when juvenile was a wall.
*-Amami H.*
October 13, 2022
Shanties of Lekki, Lagos
The day
will come when
this butterfly
of ours
will be real,
and right.
We will
tell the story,
how we tiptoed
to get
the lines and take
a chore not meant for us
but for
a chance to catch the
sun rise and set in our hearts.
This desire,
would one day be real
and right.
This desire
would one day
be all we are and not less.
The moon
itself would testify
to our silent hugs
when juvenile was a wall.
*-Amami H.*
October 13, 2022
Shanties of Lekki, Lagos
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"Your life story is a novel;
and people, though they love
novels wound between two yellow
paper covers, are oddly suspicious
of those which come to them in
living vellum." Alexandre Dumas
and people, though they love
novels wound between two yellow
paper covers, are oddly suspicious
of those which come to them in
living vellum." Alexandre Dumas
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*How To Forget You*
*©Karim Man De Poet*
It's our story that haunts me,
Not wanting you back into my life,
Our past still lingers in my mind,
I don't wish to have you again,
It's not your absence that troubles me,
It's the hurt and scars that never heal,
Whenever you cross my thoughts or hear your voice.
The marks that I concealed,
In every place I visited that still haunt me,
When you come to my mind,
I don't recognize your features anymore,
I see a silhouette,
I see agony, yes I see agony.
You left me broken and alone,
With nothing but memories to hold,
You took away my happiness and hope,
And replaced them with sorrow and regret,
You were the light in my darkness,
But now you are the darkness itself.
How can I move on from this?
How can I heal from this?
How can I forget you,
When you are still in my heart
But not in my arms?
*DE SENIOR CITIZYN*
*LIT_WURA*
*GHANA🇬🇭*
*©Karim Man De Poet*
It's our story that haunts me,
Not wanting you back into my life,
Our past still lingers in my mind,
I don't wish to have you again,
It's not your absence that troubles me,
It's the hurt and scars that never heal,
Whenever you cross my thoughts or hear your voice.
The marks that I concealed,
In every place I visited that still haunt me,
When you come to my mind,
I don't recognize your features anymore,
I see a silhouette,
I see agony, yes I see agony.
You left me broken and alone,
With nothing but memories to hold,
You took away my happiness and hope,
And replaced them with sorrow and regret,
You were the light in my darkness,
But now you are the darkness itself.
How can I move on from this?
How can I heal from this?
How can I forget you,
When you are still in my heart
But not in my arms?
*DE SENIOR CITIZYN*
*LIT_WURA*
*GHANA🇬🇭*
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Hurting myself in the process of loving you
💔
I am hurting myself in the process of loving you
I am in a battle with my own feelings
I am fighting my own heart
💔
I love you but I don't know if you feel the same
You speak of love only in bed
Except that time,you participate in digging my six feet bed
After your harsh words I still call you my love
After you beat me I still answer your call
💔
Then what is love
I am hurting myself in the process of loving you
If I quit will l be better to stand against my heart
I feel for you but with you I feel pain
I am tied to my feelings
💔
I miss you when you are far away
With you I am scared
I tell my heart severely that am nervous around that beast of you
But it kept on telling me to hold on
As I hold I am pinned
Pinned by my love for you
💔
I am hurting myself in the process of loving
Yes,l love you but sometimes I am afraid my love will push me to a room without a window
I am trying so hard to fight my feelings
I am in a Dilemma.
©Photizo
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I am hurting myself in the process of loving you
I am in a battle with my own feelings
I am fighting my own heart
💔
I love you but I don't know if you feel the same
You speak of love only in bed
Except that time,you participate in digging my six feet bed
After your harsh words I still call you my love
After you beat me I still answer your call
💔
Then what is love
I am hurting myself in the process of loving you
If I quit will l be better to stand against my heart
I feel for you but with you I feel pain
I am tied to my feelings
💔
I miss you when you are far away
With you I am scared
I tell my heart severely that am nervous around that beast of you
But it kept on telling me to hold on
As I hold I am pinned
Pinned by my love for you
💔
I am hurting myself in the process of loving
Yes,l love you but sometimes I am afraid my love will push me to a room without a window
I am trying so hard to fight my feelings
I am in a Dilemma.
©Photizo
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*"Beloved"*
You might be far,
Just like the moon and stars,
But no matter how far you are,
I would reach you wherever you are.
I would cross a thousands of oceans,
Climb the Mount Everest with caution,
Just to behold your radiant face,
Glowing gently like a garden rose.
I have been stabbed within,
With toxic feelings of loneliness,
Piercing my heart in between,
As sword thrusting through the flesh.
Being by your side makes me whole,
As your presence grants me a meaningful role,
Beyond the confines of the earth,
I would reach you to hold you tight.
Olayiwola Muhammed
Philanthropic pen.
You might be far,
Just like the moon and stars,
But no matter how far you are,
I would reach you wherever you are.
I would cross a thousands of oceans,
Climb the Mount Everest with caution,
Just to behold your radiant face,
Glowing gently like a garden rose.
I have been stabbed within,
With toxic feelings of loneliness,
Piercing my heart in between,
As sword thrusting through the flesh.
Being by your side makes me whole,
As your presence grants me a meaningful role,
Beyond the confines of the earth,
I would reach you to hold you tight.
Olayiwola Muhammed
Philanthropic pen.
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*MY PEN.*
My pen is blessed
For it's ink is flow less
En not forgetting it's endless
For it's tubed in me
While each heartbeat pumps ink to it!
My pen is magical
Yet a fairy god mother holds it not
Neither does the gini
Nor any sorcerer
Rather I hold it with the power of love!
Whenever my fingers itches
I get to scratch them not
For my pen is calling out
Since I'm getting a stampede words
Words that need to be crafted!
I may be river
With my pen on my hand
Being held by my fingers
I become an ocean
As my words wave through your thoughts en gives inspiration!
I'm my pen
Oh, my pen is me!
We're one of a pair
One of a kind
Our bond is unbreakable!
*©® Mylistic Master Pen 🖋🇰🇪*
My pen is blessed
For it's ink is flow less
En not forgetting it's endless
For it's tubed in me
While each heartbeat pumps ink to it!
My pen is magical
Yet a fairy god mother holds it not
Neither does the gini
Nor any sorcerer
Rather I hold it with the power of love!
Whenever my fingers itches
I get to scratch them not
For my pen is calling out
Since I'm getting a stampede words
Words that need to be crafted!
I may be river
With my pen on my hand
Being held by my fingers
I become an ocean
As my words wave through your thoughts en gives inspiration!
I'm my pen
Oh, my pen is me!
We're one of a pair
One of a kind
Our bond is unbreakable!
*©® Mylistic Master Pen 🖋🇰🇪*
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Mother Mary
Mother Mary, Queen of Heaven,
The Mother of our Savior.
The Word Incarnate was given
For us as special favor.
Blessed Mother of Jesus Christ
Whose love shines throughout the land,
It’s true, your Son, He sacrificed
But some men misunderstand.
Holy Virgin and Mother too,
I’ll speak your wisdom and fame;
When impious men blaspheme you,
I’ll love more your holy name.
Mother Mary of the Gospel,
Who always relieved the pain.
When our faith is torn and hostile
Guide us back to love again.
San Diego 8 December 2022
Mother Mary, Queen of Heaven,
The Mother of our Savior.
The Word Incarnate was given
For us as special favor.
Blessed Mother of Jesus Christ
Whose love shines throughout the land,
It’s true, your Son, He sacrificed
But some men misunderstand.
Holy Virgin and Mother too,
I’ll speak your wisdom and fame;
When impious men blaspheme you,
I’ll love more your holy name.
Mother Mary of the Gospel,
Who always relieved the pain.
When our faith is torn and hostile
Guide us back to love again.
San Diego 8 December 2022
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