Sunday, 10 December 2017
Sunday, 3 December 2017
[12/4, 2:06 AM] 🅿araⓂind: SACRED SIN.
A seemingly sacred sin
by the poetic assassin.
A perfect murder...
the police need not bother.
I will plead guilty;
a guilt not filthy.
An apparent assassination;
crime armed with satisfaction.
The beauty of a killing;
my hands are still willing.
A lynching without blood;
poetic ink in floods.
Dead pens in piles;
their corpses will make you smile.
My jotter is the slaughter slab;
the consistency of poetic jabs.
An articulate assassin;
the supreme creativity of sin.
A killing that brings hope;
with my pens, you'll cope.
sharpiro 2017
[12/4, 2:09 AM] 🅿araⓂind: Nebechi Samuel Chinonso
A FRIEND IN NEED.
Shut doors;
he's basically poor.
Life without quality;
the Persistence of pity.
Poisoned by penury;
poverty armed with fury.
Every hope seems lost;
a metallic prey to rust.
Hacked by hunger;
can't cope any longer.
Assassinated hope;
she dangles on a rope.
You're his only neighbour.
The only one to open the door.
Help a brother in need...
poverty makes the heart bleed.
Like a beach encroaches a land,
please stretch a helping hand.
Give out a gorgeous gesture.
Help a victim of torture.
Sharpie 2017
August 28 at 10:22pm · Public
[12/4, 2:10 AM] 🅿araⓂind: A SECRET.
Let it remain a secret.
Keep it from the street.
My obvious weakness;
you are the only witness.
Your absence in a day
makes me lose my way.
Without you I'm lost;
I fade away like the dust.
Your persistent presence
like words in a sentence,
remains my saving grace...
anxiety can be traced.
To your love, I'm a slave;
but with you I'm forever safe.
I want to grow old with you;
I'm stuck on you like glue.
Don't ever leave my side.
I'm the sea, you're the tide.
Like a lightning and the thunder;
no one can put an asunder.
Sharpie writes
sharpiro 2017
[12/4, 2:11 AM] 🅿araⓂind: POVERTY ON THE PROWL.
Thirsty throat.
Torn coat.
Empty stomach.
The definition of lack.
An epitome of scarcity.
Pity reigns in every city.
Prowl of poverty...
as demanding as puberty.
Desperate diseases.
Health hacked into pieces.
Sorrow sings with pride.
Her happiness she can't hide.
Joy has become a ghost...
tears can't help but boast.
The picture of a nation.
Pathetic from every indication.
Sharpie writes
A seemingly sacred sin
by the poetic assassin.
A perfect murder...
the police need not bother.
I will plead guilty;
a guilt not filthy.
An apparent assassination;
crime armed with satisfaction.
The beauty of a killing;
my hands are still willing.
A lynching without blood;
poetic ink in floods.
Dead pens in piles;
their corpses will make you smile.
My jotter is the slaughter slab;
the consistency of poetic jabs.
An articulate assassin;
the supreme creativity of sin.
A killing that brings hope;
with my pens, you'll cope.
sharpiro 2017
[12/4, 2:09 AM] 🅿araⓂind: Nebechi Samuel Chinonso
A FRIEND IN NEED.
Shut doors;
he's basically poor.
Life without quality;
the Persistence of pity.
Poisoned by penury;
poverty armed with fury.
Every hope seems lost;
a metallic prey to rust.
Hacked by hunger;
can't cope any longer.
Assassinated hope;
she dangles on a rope.
You're his only neighbour.
The only one to open the door.
Help a brother in need...
poverty makes the heart bleed.
Like a beach encroaches a land,
please stretch a helping hand.
Give out a gorgeous gesture.
Help a victim of torture.
Sharpie 2017
August 28 at 10:22pm · Public
[12/4, 2:10 AM] 🅿araⓂind: A SECRET.
Let it remain a secret.
Keep it from the street.
My obvious weakness;
you are the only witness.
Your absence in a day
makes me lose my way.
Without you I'm lost;
I fade away like the dust.
Your persistent presence
like words in a sentence,
remains my saving grace...
anxiety can be traced.
To your love, I'm a slave;
but with you I'm forever safe.
I want to grow old with you;
I'm stuck on you like glue.
Don't ever leave my side.
I'm the sea, you're the tide.
Like a lightning and the thunder;
no one can put an asunder.
Sharpie writes
sharpiro 2017
[12/4, 2:11 AM] 🅿araⓂind: POVERTY ON THE PROWL.
Thirsty throat.
Torn coat.
Empty stomach.
The definition of lack.
An epitome of scarcity.
Pity reigns in every city.
Prowl of poverty...
as demanding as puberty.
Desperate diseases.
Health hacked into pieces.
Sorrow sings with pride.
Her happiness she can't hide.
Joy has become a ghost...
tears can't help but boast.
The picture of a nation.
Pathetic from every indication.
Sharpie writes
AGITATIONS.
The diligence of a danger
before the death of this calendar.
War willingly waves her waist;
a seduction with a lasting taste.
The harassment of a harm;
trouble strolls in swarms.
The desperation of a disorder;
the excesses of a brutal blunder.
Nigeria burns at both ends;
calamity of bountiful blends.
The sinister smile of sorrow;
a tireless threat to tomorrow.
An arousal of an agitation;
the slaying of a solution.
Rampage of a roaring riot;
the emergence of war- chariots.
The free flow of fear;
our leaders really don't care.
Our hope on a slaughter slab.
Situations have become drab.
The diligence of a danger
before the death of this calendar.
War willingly waves her waist;
a seduction with a lasting taste.
The harassment of a harm;
trouble strolls in swarms.
The desperation of a disorder;
the excesses of a brutal blunder.
Nigeria burns at both ends;
calamity of bountiful blends.
The sinister smile of sorrow;
a tireless threat to tomorrow.
An arousal of an agitation;
the slaying of a solution.
Rampage of a roaring riot;
the emergence of war- chariots.
The free flow of fear;
our leaders really don't care.
Our hope on a slaughter slab.
Situations have become drab.
sharpiro017
A STORM WITHOUT REMORSE.
The face of the wind...
anger attempts a race.
Wave worn with aggression;
seems like a rush of blood.
anger attempts a race.
Wave worn with aggression;
seems like a rush of blood.
Voice of the thunder;
fear freely frolicked.
The lightning perpetually paced;
an atmosphere in arrant disarray.
fear freely frolicked.
The lightning perpetually paced;
an atmosphere in arrant disarray.
A rainfall really rude;
the persistent parade of pride.
A hullabaloo harassed the hood;
swiftly, we scampered for safety.
the persistent parade of pride.
A hullabaloo harassed the hood;
swiftly, we scampered for safety.
The stroll of a storm;
the metamorphosis of a breeze.
Oceans from a sulking sky...
an imminent invasion of flood.
the metamorphosis of a breeze.
Oceans from a sulking sky...
an imminent invasion of flood.
Wind with a wild intent;
chaotic emotions in her eyes.
Loud lashes of the rain...
a storm without remorse.
chaotic emotions in her eyes.
Loud lashes of the rain...
a storm without remorse.
sharpie017
ZEAL WITHOUT SHACKLES.
Thirsty courage.
Time is now of age.
Pour me some confidence...
I'll drink with vehemence.
Time is now of age.
Pour me some confidence...
I'll drink with vehemence.
Inspiration with intoxication.
The murder of moderation.
Motivation like a wildfire...
the smoke is pushing higher.
The murder of moderation.
Motivation like a wildfire...
the smoke is pushing higher.
Zeal without shackles.
An urge with sparkles.
Enthusiasm off the chains...
the force of a first rain.
An urge with sparkles.
Enthusiasm off the chains...
the force of a first rain.
Pursuit of a new chapter.
Adrenaline pumps faster.
Aspiration on hard drugs...
oh success, come give me a hug.
Adrenaline pumps faster.
Aspiration on hard drugs...
oh success, come give me a hug.
The scent of fame.
I can feel the flame.
Handwriting on the wall...
it's time to stand tall.
I can feel the flame.
Handwriting on the wall...
it's time to stand tall.
Saturday, 2 December 2017
[12/1, 9:12 AM] 🅿araⓂind: bechi Samuel Chinonso
GOOD AND EVIL
Win or lose,
there won't be truce.
Immortality of a fight...
darkness against light.
Victor or vanquished,
this tussle cannot perish.
Violence in a lively mood...
war between evil and good.
Hero or valiant,
battlefront as a custodian.
A history very long...
the clash of right and wrong.
Warrior or coward,
no other way forward.
A war that can't cease...
chaos versus peace.
A confused street.
The feel of harmful heat.
Struggles in beautiful strings...
a tussle with wide wings.
[12/1, 9:20 AM] 🅿araⓂind: NAKED ZEAL.
Broken beads of dreams...
sadness so supreme.
Banging sound of emptiness.
My senses seem so stressed.
Dreams with wounded wings...
sorrow streaks in strings.
A situation so pathetic.
My emotions are getting sick.
Weak dreams like shadows.
Futility fervently glows.
Gradually, they disappear...
the laceration of failure's spear.
Thirsty dreams...
dry season and her streams.
The sinister song of frustration.
The castigation of condemnation.
Still, I forge ahead;
zeal obviously naked.
Motivation on my mind...
no stones will be left behind.
October 2017
SHARPIRO
[12/1, 9:22 AM] 🅿araⓂind: A WAR OF PEACE.
On a dirty date;
we had a clean bathe.
Prisoners of a bedroom;
excessive ecstasy looms.
A woman of a peculiar kind.
Her type, I can never find.
Apparently, she's a warlord
without a physical sword.
Her habitat is the riverine...
the spirituality of a shrine.
Beauty beyond comprehension.
The sail of sweet seduction.
The roars of a riot;
the voices of chariots.
The strength of a legion...
this is beyond an opinion.
I swam Nile's breadth.
I'm still catching my breath.
She seems forever strong...
the aggression of a 'freedom song'.
The war willingly lingered
as moans could be heard.
A war of perfect peace...
a tireless tantalising tease.
[12/1, 9:24 AM] 🅿araⓂind: THE MIDNIGHT SUN.
Conscience without a shackle;
movement of an active ankle.
I speak with no hindrance;
confidence remains my fragrance.
A crack in the wall;
a nation about to fall.
The desperation of doom...
chaos candidly looms.
Unity stripped naked;
an apparent sheetless bed.
Shame boldly brags;
a national flag reduced to rags.
The tears of a polity;
joy is an obvious nullity.
The helplessness of hope;
the country hangs on a rope.
Light clearly seems lost...
dawn is a disappearing dust.
We need a midnight sun
to bring back the lost fun.
sharpie
[12/1, 9:25 AM] 🅿araⓂind: WORD ON EVERY PAGE.
I'm here to sell a name
that'll bring this nation fame.
This is far from a game,
I'll never bring my country shame.
I'm here to trade a personality.
I'll sew up the polity with sanctity.
Forever proud of my nationality.
I'm the needed wind of sanity.
I'm the poetic assassin.
I'm as creative as sin.
With Nigeria I'll always win...
success on a serial spin.
A golden fish; nowhere to hide.
The parade of perfect pride.
A name known far and wide.
In greatness, I'll forever confide.
A monster of an image.
I'm the word on every page.
Fame armed with a rude rage...
popularity beyond every age.
[12/1, 9:27 AM] 🅿araⓂind: UPON THIS MOUNTAIN.
A heart with stains...
still, I approach your mountain.
Cleanse me of my blemish;
this is my prayerful wish
The pursuit of purity.
Heal me of every iniquity.
I need to be candidly clean...
righteousness is all that means.
In humility, I'm broken;
my pride, I've forsaken.
I'm tired of the flesh...
I need Holy spirit so fresh.
upon this mountain I pray
for holiness to come my way.
Send my sins to oblivion
and discountenance my opinion.
A cross that spits blood;
my heart, let it flood.
In purity I wish to drown.
Make me white like a bridal gown
[12/1, 9:36 AM] 🅿araⓂind: GOOD DAYS ARE NEAR.
Gathered clouds.
They talk aloud.
Periodic noise;
it's the rain's voice.
In a little while
rain will fall in piles.
Willing waters.
Flooded gutters.
Arrival of the rain ;
starvation is slain.
The death of doom.
The beauty of boom.
Washed away tears.
Assassinated fears.
A season of plenty;
a period really lengthy.
Return of respite;
she's on an invite.
Tirelessly good days
have finally come our ways.
[12/1, 9:37 AM] 🅿araⓂind: THROUGH IT ALL.
Through thick and thin,
we will willingly win.
Success beyond comprehension.
Sweetness remains the sensation.
Through struggles and strains...
our pains will soon ply the drains.
Succour like a soothing balm;
the coming of candid calm.
Through troubles and thrills,
we will soon conquer the hills.
The sky is not a limit...
we will imbibe a soaring spirit.
Like a champion, we're dressed.
Virtually, we can't be suppressed.
We'll strive through the storm...
achievements will keep us warm.
Tirelessly, we'll pursue the top.
Nothing can make us stop.
A distinction is due...
negativity cannot subdue.
sharpiro
[12/1, 9:39 AM] 🅿araⓂind: THE GIRL-CHILD.
From a desperate distance,
her life likes to dance.
From many miles,
she is a sack of smiles.
A world without blame-
she seems starved of shame.
A situation so perfect...
devoid of every defect.
A seemingly stern stare
strips the truth so bare.
The perpetual patrol of pain...
sorrow leaves a stunning stain.
Beauty armed with thorns-
Joy's skin boldly torn.
Tumbling tireless tears-
no one seems to care.
A victim of various vices.
Cruelty constantly entices.
A world left in the wild...
the pains of a girl-child.
Chinonso Okechi Samuel
October 2017
[12/1, 9:41 AM] 🅿araⓂind: ALL I SEE IS LIGHT.
Darkness loses more air
as time gradually gets restless.
She grows more grey hair
as she becomes breathless.
Darkness approaches her grave;
vivid vanishing of breath.
Death, in her nature so brave;
she's darkness' only threat.
Light has come of age.
She beckons with confidence.
The candid crawl of courage.
This time is of essence.
Arrival of a desperate dawn;
a morning with charismatic rays.
More strength, her shine has drawn;
brightness parades our ways.
All I see is light;
joy has no place to hide.
Darkness has lost her sight;
our situation now smiles with pride.
[12/1, 9:43 AM] 🅿araⓂind: ALWAYS YOU.
(DEDICATED TO MY BAMBI , MY SWEETHEART, MY ANGEL, THE BEAUTY OF MY SOUL, MY UNKNOWN WIFE. I PRAY ONE-DAY I WILL MEET YOU.)
Beauty that can't age;
the consistency of an adage.
I'm addicted to your name;
apparently love is to blame.
My candid comfort;
a pillar no one can abort.
The blood in my veins;
without you, life is in vain.
The sweetness of honey;
you're worth more than money.
My definite sunrise...
there's always hope in your eyes.
The mother of my unborn children;
the envy of other women.
Even if my choice was wrong;
you remain my pair of lungs.
The sweetness in a sensation;
you've given my life a direction.
If the sky refuses to be blue;
still it will forever be you.
Composed by sharpiro
Dedicated to unknown wife
Mother of my unborn children
[12/1, 9:45 AM] 🅿araⓂind: SHADOWS OF LIFE.
Running shadows...
we chase with arrows.
A pursuit with purpose;
even in candid comatose.
Shadows often on the run.
Hunting is no longer fun.
Still we willingly chase...
seems like a rat race.
The shadows of vanity;
an arousal of an affinity.
Desperation of a dependence;
futility maintains a stance.
The shadows of life...
humans pursue with a knife.
Efforts enormously futile;
carcasses in pathetic piles.
Skillfully, we still hunt;
even as knives get blunt.
We still hope for the best;
shadows have become pests.
sharpie
[12/1, 9:46 AM] 🅿araⓂind: NIGERIA IN RUSSIA.
Hearts with wings;
now we can sing.
Souls that seem to fly;
the skies, they want to ply.
The death of decorum;
arrival of African drums.
This calls for a celebration;
the flying flag of a nation.
The return of sweet smiles;
travellers from several miles.
The birth of a new dance;
happiness maintains a stance.
The parade of palmwine;
a party has come to dine.
I'm dressed in Nigerian flag;
our football no more in rags.
Joyfully we raise our voice;
a sweet song armed with poise.
A party all night long...
everything we do can't be wrong.
SHARPIE
[12/1, 9:48 AM] 🅿araⓂind: LOVE LETTER TO NIGERIA.
Several failed promises.
Still, I wish you bountiful bliss.
Though you cause me pains,
loyalty lives in my veins.
With you, I'm always on a date.
Loving you is my apparent fate.
You treat me without conscience.
I still care with all vehemence.
Love without an end;
your name I'll always defend.
Your thoughts often on my mind;
no love will be left behind.
You're obsessed with the obscene...
I'll still treat you like a queen.
I will pocket my pride
and treat you like my bride.
You've brought me shame.
I love you all the same.
Forever, you are my country.
A choice vehemently voluntary.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ONE GREAT NATION..........
0NE LUV KIP US TOGETHER
[12/1, 9:49 AM] 🅿araⓂind: INDEPENDENCE DAY.
(ANOTHER SAD VERSE)
The beckon of beautiful beats;
celebration graciously greets.
Melody makes a positive move;
come join the gorgeous groove.
The persistent plying of a party;
national mood, hale and hearty.
Merriment maintains her stance...
drinks, drums and dance.
The flag freely flies
as the music reaches the skies.
Another independence day
has travelled our way.
While our leaders revel,
we feel the scorch of hell.
We dance to cries and sobs;
water-taps with spoilt knobs.
Celebration without an ovation;
a nation like an incarceration.
A party for the leaders...
but to us, it's another sad verse.
DEDICATED TO NIGERIA, MY COUNTRY..
[12/1, 9:50 AM] 🅿araⓂind: WORLD OF A WOMAN.
The scent of a secret;
truth can't be discreet.
Images in a mirror;
the hovering of a horror.
Desperate darts of discrimination;
victims from every indication.
The arousal of an abuse...
the world has no excuse.
A gender so gorgeous;
her life profoundly porous.
A victim of vulnerability;
earth saps her of sanity.
A slain voice...
perpetually bleeding poise.
The persecution of her pride.
She's indeed Sorrow's bride.
Words woven with wisdom;
a campaign for her freedom.
A call on every man...
heal the world of a woman.
#SaveTheWorldOfAWoman
#happy birthday to me
[12/1, 9:53 AM] 🅿araⓂind: POETRY: RISE
By #Maveriqué_Richard.
I know someday I would rise;
Earlier than the cock would crow,
For with the deafening of each dawn;
Are saddled cascades of daily woes.
I know someday I would rise;
Without the thoughts of where I'd been;
For with every seepage from the precipitous clouds;
Are showers of eternal hope.
I know someday I would rise;
Above the bounds of sublunary might,
And the unrestrained stains of guilt,
Which incessantly behoves my whole.
I know someday I would rise;
Eased of all obliviousness;
So I'd perceive the pitched voice of the dumb,
Buried sparsely within my mouth;
That I may by the waddling of the tongue,
Spout wisdom from the abysmal depths,
Of my very bewildered soul.
I know someday I would rise;
To the birth of a heavenly bliss,
Freed dearly from a constrained will;
Relieved of all ignorances;
And with the sturdiness of ethereal bravery;
Would my heart dauntlessly wriggle it's way;
Far beyond the shackles of earthliness;
Further away from her dampening fist.
[12/1, 9:55 AM] 🅿araⓂind: A NIGHT OF POETIC FUTILITY.
Words without a home;
faraway they roam.
I wish they are near;
pains I can no longer bear.
I search for these words
like a musician looks for chords.
Futility with a broad smile;
a quest taking a while.
Impaired inspiration;
I see no solution.
Brain boldly blank;
vanity playing pranks.
Willingly I want to write;
enormous efforts with a blight.
I'm starved of a spark;
my mind is getting dark.
My pen feels lame
regardless of her fame.
A night of poetic futility...
no stain on my street credibility.
GOOD AND EVIL
Win or lose,
there won't be truce.
Immortality of a fight...
darkness against light.
Victor or vanquished,
this tussle cannot perish.
Violence in a lively mood...
war between evil and good.
Hero or valiant,
battlefront as a custodian.
A history very long...
the clash of right and wrong.
Warrior or coward,
no other way forward.
A war that can't cease...
chaos versus peace.
A confused street.
The feel of harmful heat.
Struggles in beautiful strings...
a tussle with wide wings.
[12/1, 9:20 AM] 🅿araⓂind: NAKED ZEAL.
Broken beads of dreams...
sadness so supreme.
Banging sound of emptiness.
My senses seem so stressed.
Dreams with wounded wings...
sorrow streaks in strings.
A situation so pathetic.
My emotions are getting sick.
Weak dreams like shadows.
Futility fervently glows.
Gradually, they disappear...
the laceration of failure's spear.
Thirsty dreams...
dry season and her streams.
The sinister song of frustration.
The castigation of condemnation.
Still, I forge ahead;
zeal obviously naked.
Motivation on my mind...
no stones will be left behind.
October 2017
SHARPIRO
[12/1, 9:22 AM] 🅿araⓂind: A WAR OF PEACE.
On a dirty date;
we had a clean bathe.
Prisoners of a bedroom;
excessive ecstasy looms.
A woman of a peculiar kind.
Her type, I can never find.
Apparently, she's a warlord
without a physical sword.
Her habitat is the riverine...
the spirituality of a shrine.
Beauty beyond comprehension.
The sail of sweet seduction.
The roars of a riot;
the voices of chariots.
The strength of a legion...
this is beyond an opinion.
I swam Nile's breadth.
I'm still catching my breath.
She seems forever strong...
the aggression of a 'freedom song'.
The war willingly lingered
as moans could be heard.
A war of perfect peace...
a tireless tantalising tease.
[12/1, 9:24 AM] 🅿araⓂind: THE MIDNIGHT SUN.
Conscience without a shackle;
movement of an active ankle.
I speak with no hindrance;
confidence remains my fragrance.
A crack in the wall;
a nation about to fall.
The desperation of doom...
chaos candidly looms.
Unity stripped naked;
an apparent sheetless bed.
Shame boldly brags;
a national flag reduced to rags.
The tears of a polity;
joy is an obvious nullity.
The helplessness of hope;
the country hangs on a rope.
Light clearly seems lost...
dawn is a disappearing dust.
We need a midnight sun
to bring back the lost fun.
sharpie
[12/1, 9:25 AM] 🅿araⓂind: WORD ON EVERY PAGE.
I'm here to sell a name
that'll bring this nation fame.
This is far from a game,
I'll never bring my country shame.
I'm here to trade a personality.
I'll sew up the polity with sanctity.
Forever proud of my nationality.
I'm the needed wind of sanity.
I'm the poetic assassin.
I'm as creative as sin.
With Nigeria I'll always win...
success on a serial spin.
A golden fish; nowhere to hide.
The parade of perfect pride.
A name known far and wide.
In greatness, I'll forever confide.
A monster of an image.
I'm the word on every page.
Fame armed with a rude rage...
popularity beyond every age.
[12/1, 9:27 AM] 🅿araⓂind: UPON THIS MOUNTAIN.
A heart with stains...
still, I approach your mountain.
Cleanse me of my blemish;
this is my prayerful wish
The pursuit of purity.
Heal me of every iniquity.
I need to be candidly clean...
righteousness is all that means.
In humility, I'm broken;
my pride, I've forsaken.
I'm tired of the flesh...
I need Holy spirit so fresh.
upon this mountain I pray
for holiness to come my way.
Send my sins to oblivion
and discountenance my opinion.
A cross that spits blood;
my heart, let it flood.
In purity I wish to drown.
Make me white like a bridal gown
[12/1, 9:36 AM] 🅿araⓂind: GOOD DAYS ARE NEAR.
Gathered clouds.
They talk aloud.
Periodic noise;
it's the rain's voice.
In a little while
rain will fall in piles.
Willing waters.
Flooded gutters.
Arrival of the rain ;
starvation is slain.
The death of doom.
The beauty of boom.
Washed away tears.
Assassinated fears.
A season of plenty;
a period really lengthy.
Return of respite;
she's on an invite.
Tirelessly good days
have finally come our ways.
[12/1, 9:37 AM] 🅿araⓂind: THROUGH IT ALL.
Through thick and thin,
we will willingly win.
Success beyond comprehension.
Sweetness remains the sensation.
Through struggles and strains...
our pains will soon ply the drains.
Succour like a soothing balm;
the coming of candid calm.
Through troubles and thrills,
we will soon conquer the hills.
The sky is not a limit...
we will imbibe a soaring spirit.
Like a champion, we're dressed.
Virtually, we can't be suppressed.
We'll strive through the storm...
achievements will keep us warm.
Tirelessly, we'll pursue the top.
Nothing can make us stop.
A distinction is due...
negativity cannot subdue.
sharpiro
[12/1, 9:39 AM] 🅿araⓂind: THE GIRL-CHILD.
From a desperate distance,
her life likes to dance.
From many miles,
she is a sack of smiles.
A world without blame-
she seems starved of shame.
A situation so perfect...
devoid of every defect.
A seemingly stern stare
strips the truth so bare.
The perpetual patrol of pain...
sorrow leaves a stunning stain.
Beauty armed with thorns-
Joy's skin boldly torn.
Tumbling tireless tears-
no one seems to care.
A victim of various vices.
Cruelty constantly entices.
A world left in the wild...
the pains of a girl-child.
Chinonso Okechi Samuel
October 2017
[12/1, 9:41 AM] 🅿araⓂind: ALL I SEE IS LIGHT.
Darkness loses more air
as time gradually gets restless.
She grows more grey hair
as she becomes breathless.
Darkness approaches her grave;
vivid vanishing of breath.
Death, in her nature so brave;
she's darkness' only threat.
Light has come of age.
She beckons with confidence.
The candid crawl of courage.
This time is of essence.
Arrival of a desperate dawn;
a morning with charismatic rays.
More strength, her shine has drawn;
brightness parades our ways.
All I see is light;
joy has no place to hide.
Darkness has lost her sight;
our situation now smiles with pride.
[12/1, 9:43 AM] 🅿araⓂind: ALWAYS YOU.
(DEDICATED TO MY BAMBI , MY SWEETHEART, MY ANGEL, THE BEAUTY OF MY SOUL, MY UNKNOWN WIFE. I PRAY ONE-DAY I WILL MEET YOU.)
Beauty that can't age;
the consistency of an adage.
I'm addicted to your name;
apparently love is to blame.
My candid comfort;
a pillar no one can abort.
The blood in my veins;
without you, life is in vain.
The sweetness of honey;
you're worth more than money.
My definite sunrise...
there's always hope in your eyes.
The mother of my unborn children;
the envy of other women.
Even if my choice was wrong;
you remain my pair of lungs.
The sweetness in a sensation;
you've given my life a direction.
If the sky refuses to be blue;
still it will forever be you.
Composed by sharpiro
Dedicated to unknown wife
Mother of my unborn children
[12/1, 9:45 AM] 🅿araⓂind: SHADOWS OF LIFE.
Running shadows...
we chase with arrows.
A pursuit with purpose;
even in candid comatose.
Shadows often on the run.
Hunting is no longer fun.
Still we willingly chase...
seems like a rat race.
The shadows of vanity;
an arousal of an affinity.
Desperation of a dependence;
futility maintains a stance.
The shadows of life...
humans pursue with a knife.
Efforts enormously futile;
carcasses in pathetic piles.
Skillfully, we still hunt;
even as knives get blunt.
We still hope for the best;
shadows have become pests.
sharpie
[12/1, 9:46 AM] 🅿araⓂind: NIGERIA IN RUSSIA.
Hearts with wings;
now we can sing.
Souls that seem to fly;
the skies, they want to ply.
The death of decorum;
arrival of African drums.
This calls for a celebration;
the flying flag of a nation.
The return of sweet smiles;
travellers from several miles.
The birth of a new dance;
happiness maintains a stance.
The parade of palmwine;
a party has come to dine.
I'm dressed in Nigerian flag;
our football no more in rags.
Joyfully we raise our voice;
a sweet song armed with poise.
A party all night long...
everything we do can't be wrong.
SHARPIE
[12/1, 9:48 AM] 🅿araⓂind: LOVE LETTER TO NIGERIA.
Several failed promises.
Still, I wish you bountiful bliss.
Though you cause me pains,
loyalty lives in my veins.
With you, I'm always on a date.
Loving you is my apparent fate.
You treat me without conscience.
I still care with all vehemence.
Love without an end;
your name I'll always defend.
Your thoughts often on my mind;
no love will be left behind.
You're obsessed with the obscene...
I'll still treat you like a queen.
I will pocket my pride
and treat you like my bride.
You've brought me shame.
I love you all the same.
Forever, you are my country.
A choice vehemently voluntary.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ONE GREAT NATION..........
0NE LUV KIP US TOGETHER
[12/1, 9:49 AM] 🅿araⓂind: INDEPENDENCE DAY.
(ANOTHER SAD VERSE)
The beckon of beautiful beats;
celebration graciously greets.
Melody makes a positive move;
come join the gorgeous groove.
The persistent plying of a party;
national mood, hale and hearty.
Merriment maintains her stance...
drinks, drums and dance.
The flag freely flies
as the music reaches the skies.
Another independence day
has travelled our way.
While our leaders revel,
we feel the scorch of hell.
We dance to cries and sobs;
water-taps with spoilt knobs.
Celebration without an ovation;
a nation like an incarceration.
A party for the leaders...
but to us, it's another sad verse.
DEDICATED TO NIGERIA, MY COUNTRY..
[12/1, 9:50 AM] 🅿araⓂind: WORLD OF A WOMAN.
The scent of a secret;
truth can't be discreet.
Images in a mirror;
the hovering of a horror.
Desperate darts of discrimination;
victims from every indication.
The arousal of an abuse...
the world has no excuse.
A gender so gorgeous;
her life profoundly porous.
A victim of vulnerability;
earth saps her of sanity.
A slain voice...
perpetually bleeding poise.
The persecution of her pride.
She's indeed Sorrow's bride.
Words woven with wisdom;
a campaign for her freedom.
A call on every man...
heal the world of a woman.
#SaveTheWorldOfAWoman
#happy birthday to me
[12/1, 9:53 AM] 🅿araⓂind: POETRY: RISE
By #Maveriqué_Richard.
I know someday I would rise;
Earlier than the cock would crow,
For with the deafening of each dawn;
Are saddled cascades of daily woes.
I know someday I would rise;
Without the thoughts of where I'd been;
For with every seepage from the precipitous clouds;
Are showers of eternal hope.
I know someday I would rise;
Above the bounds of sublunary might,
And the unrestrained stains of guilt,
Which incessantly behoves my whole.
I know someday I would rise;
Eased of all obliviousness;
So I'd perceive the pitched voice of the dumb,
Buried sparsely within my mouth;
That I may by the waddling of the tongue,
Spout wisdom from the abysmal depths,
Of my very bewildered soul.
I know someday I would rise;
To the birth of a heavenly bliss,
Freed dearly from a constrained will;
Relieved of all ignorances;
And with the sturdiness of ethereal bravery;
Would my heart dauntlessly wriggle it's way;
Far beyond the shackles of earthliness;
Further away from her dampening fist.
[12/1, 9:55 AM] 🅿araⓂind: A NIGHT OF POETIC FUTILITY.
Words without a home;
faraway they roam.
I wish they are near;
pains I can no longer bear.
I search for these words
like a musician looks for chords.
Futility with a broad smile;
a quest taking a while.
Impaired inspiration;
I see no solution.
Brain boldly blank;
vanity playing pranks.
Willingly I want to write;
enormous efforts with a blight.
I'm starved of a spark;
my mind is getting dark.
My pen feels lame
regardless of her fame.
A night of poetic futility...
no stain on my street credibility.
Wednesday, 25 October 2017
BEAUTY AND THE GAME
I was fully prepared to play football with my friends on a Saturday evening. For a long time, they have been teasing me that I can only talk the football talk but couldn't run on the pitch. Whenever they go for training, I always have one excuse or the other. But today, I am going to show them. So I bought a new jersey with the name Ronaldinho written on the back of the shirt. My football boots were also new, I could easily lie that it was shipped from the U.K. when I arrived at the pitch, see how they were cheering.
For their mind, African Ronaldinho has come. I jogged round the field when nobody asked me to, perform few push ups and all those initial gara gara things. I wasnt expecting much from myself, not until something happened.
For their mind, African Ronaldinho has come. I jogged round the field when nobody asked me to, perform few push ups and all those initial gara gara things. I wasnt expecting much from myself, not until something happened.
We were about to Start the game when a young girl in her 20's cat-walked into the field. "Oh Lord!!, what is all this??. You promised you wouldn't allow us to be tempted beyond our power.". While I was praying, I was looking at the way she swung her hips from east to west. She had the shape of that kardashian girl and a face that can brighten your entire day. The Chelsea top she wore hugged her so well to unravel the well-rounded and pointed balls in front of her. Her fine lips, straight legs, long hair, light skin, cute eyes and peaceful smile made me to jog again, this time, harder, to see if I can attract attention at first sight. I watched with love and with lust as she went to the other side to sit. Ogbeni!! This girl has come to watch our game.
I quickly changed plans. Initially, I do not like playing for 90 minutes. It is either I get substituted after the first half or come on as a substitute in the second half. But today, I am willing to play for a thousand minutes. The plan has changed. Rather than proving to my friends that I can play, I am now concerned with impressing this girl. I am going to be her Gerrald Pique and she will be my Shakira.
I wanted to play like never before. I wanted to dribble every body on the pitch so she could smile, I wanted to amaze her with Ronaldinho kind of skills and I wanted spectators to scream my name each time I score a goal. But unfortunately, my village people came to the field too. I played badly, I missed every chance I got, I was dribbled and embarrassed lots of time. I lost concentration and was trying to be selfish in order to please her. My team mates were complaining but I didn't care. I played in the attack, in the defense, in the midfield and every other place where the ball went. I didn't want her to lose sight of me.
The game ended and I knew I had fucked up. My friends jeered at me. After all, I am only good at arguing football. I bent down to untie my boots so I could just go home and transfer aggression to my younger brother.
"Hello". a soft voice said. I raised my head to see the girl of my games. " hey" I replied shyly. Probably she has come to give me the title of the " worst player of the pitch". But I didn't care either as I stared at her beauty.
" I am Priscilla, I am a Chelsea fan and you play like one of my favorite stars". She said stretching out her hand to Me. I hope you are not referring to Batshuayi. " I am Onyeabor..". No no no, " I am Caleb ". I replied . my heart was beating faster. My lips were almost shaking but I had to control it. She noticed that I was timid and naive or probably couldn't stand the sight of this kind of girl. She smiled at me and I managed to smile back. I have seen more than a thousand smiles but I haven't seen one as good as hers. She noticed the dimples on my cheek and she smiled again.
" so tell me, how long have you been playing football " . " ever since I was born". We walked and talked until we got to their house. It turns out she and her parents just packed in not too long and that's few blocks away from my house.
" nice meeting you" . I stretched out my hand as we got to her doorsteps. " same here" the angel replied. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to say goodbye as I watched her proceed to the door.
"There is a game tomorrow at the stadium..I have got two tickets. Would you love to...." I stammered. " sure" she replied. " I would love to watch a football game with you".
I quickly changed plans. Initially, I do not like playing for 90 minutes. It is either I get substituted after the first half or come on as a substitute in the second half. But today, I am willing to play for a thousand minutes. The plan has changed. Rather than proving to my friends that I can play, I am now concerned with impressing this girl. I am going to be her Gerrald Pique and she will be my Shakira.
I wanted to play like never before. I wanted to dribble every body on the pitch so she could smile, I wanted to amaze her with Ronaldinho kind of skills and I wanted spectators to scream my name each time I score a goal. But unfortunately, my village people came to the field too. I played badly, I missed every chance I got, I was dribbled and embarrassed lots of time. I lost concentration and was trying to be selfish in order to please her. My team mates were complaining but I didn't care. I played in the attack, in the defense, in the midfield and every other place where the ball went. I didn't want her to lose sight of me.
The game ended and I knew I had fucked up. My friends jeered at me. After all, I am only good at arguing football. I bent down to untie my boots so I could just go home and transfer aggression to my younger brother.
"Hello". a soft voice said. I raised my head to see the girl of my games. " hey" I replied shyly. Probably she has come to give me the title of the " worst player of the pitch". But I didn't care either as I stared at her beauty.
" I am Priscilla, I am a Chelsea fan and you play like one of my favorite stars". She said stretching out her hand to Me. I hope you are not referring to Batshuayi. " I am Onyeabor..". No no no, " I am Caleb ". I replied . my heart was beating faster. My lips were almost shaking but I had to control it. She noticed that I was timid and naive or probably couldn't stand the sight of this kind of girl. She smiled at me and I managed to smile back. I have seen more than a thousand smiles but I haven't seen one as good as hers. She noticed the dimples on my cheek and she smiled again.
" so tell me, how long have you been playing football " . " ever since I was born". We walked and talked until we got to their house. It turns out she and her parents just packed in not too long and that's few blocks away from my house.
" nice meeting you" . I stretched out my hand as we got to her doorsteps. " same here" the angel replied. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to say goodbye as I watched her proceed to the door.
"There is a game tomorrow at the stadium..I have got two tickets. Would you love to...." I stammered. " sure" she replied. " I would love to watch a football game with you".
Tomorrow is Sunday, I am taking her out for the first time.
(Submitted By Caleb Onyeabor)
(Submitted By Caleb Onyeabor)
Friday, 20 October 2017
BLACK GIRLS ARE BETTER
I went to the bank to process a payment. There was this girl standing in front of me. She was damn beautiful. To God, I was attracted to her and since she was standing in front of me, i took my time to survey her wella. Her hair was long and the sweet fragrance it gave made me want to use my hands on them. With the way she poised on the queue, I could see her gorgeous shape. Front,back,left and right, the girl was okay.
Her chocolate skin was so pure that I thought my hands might stain them. When I said hi to her, the smile on her can either make Buhari well again or change Francis Ochada's Complexion from dark to fair and the voice with which she replied can bring peace to the world. I haven't seen such a complete girl in a long time.This girl is a music video material. So as I was preparing to introduce myself, I noticed she had her eyes on someone else. So I looked at the direction and saw a white girl. Then I noticed that the gorgeous Nigerian girl was admiring the white girl. But the white girl makes no sense to me. Apart from being white, she had red spots scattered all across her face. Her opened dark brown teeth can cause road accident.Her back is flat, her front is flat.her walking steps sef can give you headache. I don't even wish this white girl for Francis Ochada lol.
Her chocolate skin was so pure that I thought my hands might stain them. When I said hi to her, the smile on her can either make Buhari well again or change Francis Ochada's Complexion from dark to fair and the voice with which she replied can bring peace to the world. I haven't seen such a complete girl in a long time.This girl is a music video material. So as I was preparing to introduce myself, I noticed she had her eyes on someone else. So I looked at the direction and saw a white girl. Then I noticed that the gorgeous Nigerian girl was admiring the white girl. But the white girl makes no sense to me. Apart from being white, she had red spots scattered all across her face. Her opened dark brown teeth can cause road accident.Her back is flat, her front is flat.her walking steps sef can give you headache. I don't even wish this white girl for Francis Ochada lol.
While we were waiting for the processing of the payment, I became friends quickly with the Nigerian girl I saw at first and like that like that conversation started. In the course of our conversation, i decided to ask her about that white girl.
Me- Do you know you are prettier than that white girl?? ( I said pointing at the direction of the oyibo)
Her- No oh!! She exclaimed. The fact that she is white and I am black means she is better. Nobody can compare the two.
Well, I can. I spent the rest of my time with her telling her why she was better than the white girl. Probably that was what earned me her number.
Black is beautiful jhoor, I do not know what is with the inferior mentality. Even in cases where the black man is better, he choose to feel lower than the white counterparts. This is wrong and I hope African girls know this.
THE IRREPLACEABLE LOST
Thieves, thieves" he screamed, it was almost funny; not until more voices joined the chorus
as they screamed and shouted on us. We could have ran at least to save our lives, but little did we know how the day would end. From a handful of young men shouting and throwing questions at, it escalated to a crowd of angry mob. There was no way we could escape this one, so we calmed down. They pushed us around and then stripped us all.
These men pulled us pants down, we were more than embarrassed, the whole community watched: I recognised few faces from the crowd. Obviously they were so afraid to say "stop", then the beating started, I wished it to be just a nightmare; but it was real, these men were determined. They dropped heavy rocks on our heads, they pounded our faces with large planks, blood covered our eyes,they matched and kicked us right on our nostrils, we couldn't breathe. "Bring tire" one of the men repeated, until they brought the tires. "Oh God!" We watched the crowd watch us, we raised hands of plea, we couldn't speak, Some hid, some shot videos and took pictures. there was no one to stop this. This was the point we knew it was over. We felt pain, helpless and hopeless. I thought of my siblings, I wondered how my mum would take this. She would fall apart. I begged God to hold her for me, comfort and make her strong for me, I prayed same for my friends. Then we started crying, we cried together. the tears gave us headaches. We looked up high, the sky was still. Rings of tires landed on our necks, they kept hitting us, but we were numb already. They set us ablaze. We rolled around, tried to reach for each other, I wondered who would give up first, the fire burned our bodies. it hurt, it hurt and then it hurt. But suddenly the pain stopped, Then I couldn't hear any other thing, but silence. I thanked God. The pain was over.
as they screamed and shouted on us. We could have ran at least to save our lives, but little did we know how the day would end. From a handful of young men shouting and throwing questions at, it escalated to a crowd of angry mob. There was no way we could escape this one, so we calmed down. They pushed us around and then stripped us all.
These men pulled us pants down, we were more than embarrassed, the whole community watched: I recognised few faces from the crowd. Obviously they were so afraid to say "stop", then the beating started, I wished it to be just a nightmare; but it was real, these men were determined. They dropped heavy rocks on our heads, they pounded our faces with large planks, blood covered our eyes,they matched and kicked us right on our nostrils, we couldn't breathe. "Bring tire" one of the men repeated, until they brought the tires. "Oh God!" We watched the crowd watch us, we raised hands of plea, we couldn't speak, Some hid, some shot videos and took pictures. there was no one to stop this. This was the point we knew it was over. We felt pain, helpless and hopeless. I thought of my siblings, I wondered how my mum would take this. She would fall apart. I begged God to hold her for me, comfort and make her strong for me, I prayed same for my friends. Then we started crying, we cried together. the tears gave us headaches. We looked up high, the sky was still. Rings of tires landed on our necks, they kept hitting us, but we were numb already. They set us ablaze. We rolled around, tried to reach for each other, I wondered who would give up first, the fire burned our bodies. it hurt, it hurt and then it hurt. But suddenly the pain stopped, Then I couldn't hear any other thing, but silence. I thanked God. The pain was over.
(Written By Shapiro)
Thursday, 19 October 2017
TEN UNEXPLAINABLE MYSTERIES IN THE BIBLE
We all know the bible is the one of the oldest and most popular books ever existed hence it houses a lot of histories, some which can be verified and some which till date can’t be verified. The bible is also full of wonders and mysteries, some in form of unbelievable miracles and signs done by Jesus and his disciples and some in form of creations, cities and other structures mentioned in the bible. In this post, we will be looking at the Top Ten unsolved mysteries in the bible. Let’s start already!
Adding fuel to this story is the fact that paleontologists have concluded that Ethiopia was indeed a vastly significant site of human origin. The oldest date-able fragment of human skeleton was discovered in the country in 2015 in the form of a 2.8 million year old jawbone.
(9) No Trace to the Lost Tribe of Israel- The two books of Kings speak of the destruction of the kingdom of Israel by the Assyrians in 732 BC. Following this, ten Israelite tribes relocated to territories in former Mesopotamia but since then have inexplicably disappeared from the pages of the Bible…and history. A variety of communities have laid claim to being descended from these lost tribes including the Igbo ethnicity in Nigeria, the Falasha Jews in Ethiopia and the Mormons. Sadly as DNA studies have been inconclusive, there is no way of validating any of these claims. However, some Christians and the Jewish communities believe that when the tribes are found, it will represent the imminent coming of the messiah.
(8)Which Animal is The Behemoth? - Mentioned in the book of Job is a strange unfathomable beast called the “Behemoth?” an impressive creature intended to epitomize the pinnacle of God’s power. The creature has been mentioned in various works of literatures including the work of political philosopher Thomas Hobbes and ‘Paradise Lost’ by John Milton. However no one is really sure what the ‘Behemoth’ is. In the bible text, the beast is described as a gigantic animal with limbs ‘like the rods of iron’ and a tail ‘like a cedar’. Scholars have suggested numerous animals that the behemoth could have been, ranging from Hippos or Elephants to Dinosaurs. However, there is also a chance that the animal could have been a mythological creature like unicorns, which were also referenced in the Bible.
(7)When Will the World come to an End?- The Bible goes into great detail about the events of the apocalypse and how the ‘earth and everything in it will be laid bare’ but what has spawned much speculation is the mystery as to exactly when this will happen. Over the last 1000 years, there have been over 80 well-documented predictions of when the world would end based on the Christian scripture. According to scripture, this fabled day will occur at the conclusion of a period called the millennium. Throughout the history, people have used this writing to predict potential apocalypses. For example in the year 1000, Christian armies waged war against various Pagan countries, killing thousands in other to forcibly convert people to Christianity before the Day of Judgment. Scholars have argued that it is unlikely that the Bible literally meant 1000 years. The apostle Peter Enigmatically wrote that, ’with the lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years is as one’.
(7)When Will the World come to an End?- The Bible goes into great detail about the events of the apocalypse and how the ‘earth and everything in it will be laid bare’ but what has spawned much speculation is the mystery as to exactly when this will happen. Over the last 1000 years, there have been over 80 well-documented predictions of when the world would end based on the Christian scripture. According to scripture, this fabled day will occur at the conclusion of a period called the millennium. Throughout the history, people have used this writing to predict potential apocalypses. For example in the year 1000, Christian armies waged war against various Pagan countries, killing thousands in other to forcibly convert people to Christianity before the Day of Judgment. Scholars have argued that it is unlikely that the Bible literally meant 1000 years. The apostle Peter Enigmatically wrote that, ’with the lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years is as one’.
(6)Was Jesus really Born on December 25th?- Most theological historians believe that Jesus Christ did exist, whether or not they believe he was the son of God, there is therefore a large amount of scholarship focused on learning more about his life. This field is seriously complicated by the fact that it is a complete mystery as to when Jesus was born. In the Bible, it is directly stated that Jesus was born during the reign of Herod, when the first great census was taking place- the logging of every individual in the roman world that required Mary and Joseph to return to Bethlehem. But this couldn’t possibly be true, as Herod died well over a decade before this great census took place. Consequently, whilst we can assume that Christ was bon somewhere around the beginning of the first century, it is impossible to work out exactly when. Historians also agree that it’s highly unlikely that Jesus was born on the 25th of December. This date was popularized as ‘Christmas’ more than 300 years after his death potentially to tie in with the winter Solstice festivities.
(5) What Happened to the Missing Books of the Bible? - At over 783,000 words and 1,189 chapters, the Bible is one of the longest texts ever written. It consists of 66 separate books but surprisingly, this was meant to be 83. At least 17 books have mysteriously disappeared from our modern Bible and no one knows what happened to them. We know that the books existed once, because they are referenced in other parts of the bible, for example, 1 Chronicles 29:29 mentioned the records of ‘Nathan the Prophet’ and ‘Gad the seer’, both of which seem to have mysteriously disappeared- “Now the acts of king David, from his first to last, are written in the Chronicles of Samuel the seer, and in the Chronicles of Nathan the prophet, and in the Chronicles of Gad the seer, with accounts of all his rule and might and of the circumstances that came upon Israel and upon all the Kingdoms of the countries.
Speculation is rife as to what could be included in the missing books with one line of thought being that what they taught did not necessarily correlate with the desired ‘Christian message’ and they were deliberately omitted.
(4) Was Jesus Married? - The idea that Jesus could have been married is one that has spawned much discussion and controversy over the years and even providing the focus of the hit Dan Brown novel, ‘the Da Vinci Code’. The theory is that Jesus married Mary Magdalene, a woman who is frequently mentioned in the New Testament. Moreover this is alluded to in a scrap of papyrus unveiled in 2012, known as the ‘Gospel of Jesus’ Wife’ which forensic analysis concluded did indeed date back to Biblical times. The holy bloodline of Jesus theory furthers the marriage hypothesis, suggesting that the couple actually had children whose descendants can be traced through the following centuries and may even be alive today. However, this notion is widely disputed in the Christian community.
(3) Jesus’ undocumented years- One of the most puzzling mysteries about Jesus is what he did between the age of 12 and 30. Historians don’t even know which country he was living in. There are numerous theories about where Jesus could have lived. For example, it has been suggested that he lived in Kashmir, in South Asia; he became a disciple of a Buddhist master in Japan or joined the secretive monastic sect in the Judean desert. These theories have been drawn from variety of places. The idea that he visited Japan is one steeped in the local tradition and is based on a set of supposedly ancient documents that were alleged to have disappeared during the World War II. According to British legend involving King Arthur, Christ even supposedly visited Britain and deposited the Holy Grail there. However, there is no solid archaeological evidence backing up any of these claims.
(2) What happened to the lost wealth of Ophir? - mentioned several times in Genesis, Job, Kings, and Isaiah, Ophir is a mysterious city famed for its wealth and splendor. The bible described it as a Land of Invaluable plenty, where gold, ivory and precious stones were in abundance and beautiful peacocks roamed its exquisite gardens. Archaeologists believe that Ophir was once a real location as they have found fragments of 8thcentury pottery with the inscriptions detailing the ‘gold of Ophir’. The question remains however as to where Ophir was located. The presence of Peacocks suggests it could have been in India, the bird’s native country, yet large quantities of Ivory point more to Africa, where the Ivory trade was booming. It seems likely that- due to such conflicting and limited evidence- Ophir’s location will never be revealed as to the as to why it disappeared and what happened to its myriad of treasures.
(1) Where is the ark of Covenant?- Described in the Book of Exodus, the Ark of the covenant is a gold covered wooden chest containing the two stone tablets of the ten commandments. Throughout history, there have been a number of claims of people having discovered or having possession of the Ark. One popular hypothesis is that it was buried at mount Nebo in Jerusalem by the prophet Jeremiah as was mentioned in 2 Maccabees. However the Ethiopian Orthodox Church argues that it is currently keeping it under guard in their treasury where no one but their monks can visit. The Lemba people of South Africa and Zimbabwe also lay claim to the Ark, saying that that their ancestors came in south, calling it the ‘voice of God ‘and hiding it deep in a cave in their spiritual home; the Dunghe mountains but no one has been able to uncover it.
MY POEMS ABOUT LIFE
This page is about the rhyming poems about life i have written so far. It would
be difficult to see a poet who has never written anything about life same as love, because it's something very important and everything we do from time to time all aims at making our life a better place. But sometimes we get so carried away about making our life a better place that we don't get to live at all. That's what the next poem is about.
ENJOY LIFE
You should enjoy life while it last,
and try to forget about the past.
Always keep your mind and though pure
and worry much lesser about the future
Live and be present in the present
For life is what's happening this very moment.
All a bird does is to build its nest
and leave to God Almighty the rest
For life doesn't require we be best
but just that we try our sincere best.
(Written By Paramind)
(Written By Paramind)
Talking about enjoying life, sometimes in life, things don't go the way we expect. i wrote the next poem when i was facing difficulties in my academics. i study just like everyone but at the end of the day when the results come out, it wouldn't be what i expected at all. Everyone is ahead of me, even people am sure i study more than. And then i start hearing voices in my head to cheat! cheat!! cheat!!! but no, i don't rather i just put in extra effort and also pray to God.
LIFE ISN'T JUST FAIR
LIFE
WHEN LIFE BECOMES HARD
Sometimes in life, when U look around U,
Sometimes in life, when U look around U,
it seems everyone is becoming successful,
but you are still in the same place glued,
and you have no clue on what next to do.
For the devil, that moment is an avenue,
to come into Ur thoughts and mislead you,
into doing something crazy or using Juju.
But don't forget God still loves you,
and hasn't forgotten nor forsaken you.,
He hasn't brought U all this fair to leave you.
Don't let what you are facing discourage you,
because God has got bigger plans for you.
Just continue being faithful and true,
For it's only him can see you through.
(Written By Paramind)
(Written By Paramind)
The next poem is a poem i wrote when i think of all the horrible things happening in the world. Especially to people that don't really deserve them. That's when i realized that Life isn't just fair. This time around, it's not about you trying or not trying, it's just beyond your powers as human. It makes me ask if some people were really destined to come into life and suffer while others come to enjoy life.
How can life be so unfair?
To some it shows much love and care,
and to some, it leaves in pain and tears.
Imagine a baby is born into a life of happiness,
same life, another baby is born with sickness.
A single person becomes a millionaire,
while millions have nothing to wear.
They are so many bad men out there,
Yet the life of the innocent you impair.
Well i know it's not nice to compare,
but from the injustice i see everywhere,
it's hard to deny, Life isn't just fair.
(Written By Paramind)
Next poem is still about life but it's like an encouragement. Even though life is unfair and can be sad sometimes, we should always keep our head up and hands clean. We should abstain from anything illegal even though we maybe starving. Eventually it doesn't last forever. One day things will be fine again.
BE STRONG
Sometimes Life's crazy,
Sometimes Life's scary,
Sometimes Life's bad,
Sometimes Life's sad.
Sometimes Life's weird,
But you're better compared
To those in the grave.
Even though you starve,
Don't steal or misbehave.
Just be strong and brave,
Appreciate what you have.
Soon there'll be a new wave.
(Written By Paramind)Next poem is as far as i remember the first poem i documented somewhere. It's a poem about life. Life is all about perspective and our perspective depends on the stage or position we are in. I like this poem because it's a poem most persons can relate with. I don't know what stage you are now in life but For me, right now, life's so funny because a lot of things have changed so fast and so many things i thought i understood, i don't understand anymore.
LIFE
For babies, Life is as sweet as HONEY,
For Teenagers, Life is just FUNNY,
For the Youth, life is difficult without MONEY,
For the Old, life is as ugly as a MONKEY,
And for the dead, Life... Life is just a JORNEY.
(By Paramind)
Next poem is a rhyming poem about Time, titled "Time". I decided to add it to the category Life because time and life are different sides of the same coin. Time is a measure of life. Hence the time a being is brought into existence or when it departs is measured in dates. Dates are intervening moments in the 'ticks and tocks' of life's melodious harmony. Things we do in life are planned on the basis of dates. Dates in fact, is a concretized time.
Next poem is a rhyming poem about Time, titled "Time". I decided to add it to the category Life because time and life are different sides of the same coin. Time is a measure of life. Hence the time a being is brought into existence or when it departs is measured in dates. Dates are intervening moments in the 'ticks and tocks' of life's melodious harmony. Things we do in life are planned on the basis of dates. Dates in fact, is a concretized time.
TIME
Painless killer of man;
Healer of all wounds,
We're nothing but your fan;
In our mind you rule.
You idly wait for no man;
Always on the move.
Round and round you go
Yet at a point you stuck,
Tick tock!, tick tock!
Footsteps so bold,
You're slower than a train,
And faster than a plane,
All depending on perception;
Biggest of all illusions.
(Written By Paramind)
MY APPRECIATION POEMS
I decided to add this appreciation poem category because we are all humans and we ain't perfect. We always have people around us that are always there for us
and they have helped us through difficult times we couldn't just do things on your own. It maybe friends, lovers, family, a spiritual being etc. The first poem is thanking God for my Life.
and they have helped us through difficult times we couldn't just do things on your own. It maybe friends, lovers, family, a spiritual being etc. The first poem is thanking God for my Life.
THANK YOU LORD
Lord I wanna thank you for my life,
And the dangers you helped me survive.
So many persons are in the grave,
But am still rocking the life you gave.
You always guide me through the day,
And make sure I return home okay.
You keep watch over me at night,
And while I sleep, your angels fight.
You protect me against viral diseases,
Also against enemies and witches,
Against the activities of terrorists,
And against gunmen on the street.
Even when I act like you not there and err,
U still forgive and our relationship U repair.
Thank you so much for your love and care,
and for being there in my times of fear.
and for being there in my times of fear.
(Written By Paramind)
The next poem is a poem dedicated to my friend. The truth is you may have a thousand friends but real true friends are rare to find. But i was lucky to have met this girl who within a week became my best companion. The friendship was nothing sexual at all, she was way older than me, she bought me stuffs, we joked around and did assignments together. So i decided to write her this poem appreciating her friendship.
A TRUE FRIEND
Strangely, our story is without history.
I still wonder how we became friends.
To me, it’s all but a mystery.
I pray this friendship never ends.
That’s why whenever you are near
I have just one fear
Which is annoying you
Cause your dislikes, i have no clue
I wouldn’t wish to know
Neither do I ask for more
I know I’ll still be tempted
But for now am contented
With what I already have...
A TRUE FRIEND.
A TRUE FRIEND.
(Written By Paramind)
The next poem is a poem i got inspired to write while i was in a bus and a woman beside me was playing a praise and worship song. I actually can't remember the song she was playing but while i was listening to the song, i thought of all the times i have doubted God's existence, yet whenever i really need help, he's still the only one i see myself running to. That moment i felt the singer wasn't giving God enough praises in the song so i brought out my phone and started typing my own lyrics...
GOD
A being surrounded with mystery;
and adorned in overwhelming glory.
A phenomenon devoid of any theory.
Your beginning precedes history,
and your ending is until infinity.
Three persons in one holy entity.
With words you created the cosmos;
a clear reflection of your perfection.
Of all your perfect celestial creations,
the imperfect man you love the most,
yet of your existence some still debate,
which for them is quite unfortunate.
For me, your existence is 100% evident
and for your unmerited love am grateful.
Your laws i'll obey without argument,
for in your hands am just a mere tool.
(Written By Paramind)
You my hero!
(Written By Paramind)
Next is poem i wrote dedicated to my Dad. We all know daddies are so strong and almost never cry even when things are totally falling apart. My dad is not an exception, looking at his strength in times of difficulty give courage. And come to think, all he does is making sure i don't lack the basic in life and also to have a better future, so i felt the need to appreciate him for all the fatherly supports he has being giving me, financially, morally, etc.
TO MY AWESOME DAD
Am so glad to have him as my dad
'cause even when i'm not a good lad,
yet for me he's so strong,
for me he stays up all night long,
for me he can borrow and owe,
for me he is willing to pick up a hoe,
for me he is always on the go,
and his pleasures he's willing to forgo.
For me, my dad doesn't rest
just to give me the best.
When i mess up, he doesn't spare his wrath
or his cane,
to get me back up again
on the right path.
Dad, even though you hustle on the low
and don't let the struggle show,
trust me i know
and i have vowed
i will one day make u proud.
'cause even when i'm not a good lad,
yet for me he's so strong,
for me he stays up all night long,
for me he can borrow and owe,
for me he is willing to pick up a hoe,
for me he is always on the go,
and his pleasures he's willing to forgo.
For me, my dad doesn't rest
just to give me the best.
When i mess up, he doesn't spare his wrath
or his cane,
to get me back up again
on the right path.
Dad, even though you hustle on the low
and don't let the struggle show,
trust me i know
and i have vowed
i will one day make u proud.
I love you Dad even till tomorrow,
You my hero!
(Written By Paramind)
Next is a poem i wrote for my girlfriend when i noticed how depressed she was a certain time. She hated the things she loved to do, hardly laughed at a joke, it was difficult for her to sleep or even finish her favorite meal. I tried to get her to tell me what the problem was, but she refused. But after i told her in the poem how i appreciate everything she has done and am willing to help her too, she told me what the problem was.
BABY WHAT'S WRONG
Baby I took some time to think about you
Not because my heart beats for you
But because you are human too
And hard time you also maybe passing through
I want you to know whatever burden you bear
you don't have to bear it alone 'cause am here
You spoke for me when I couldn't speak
You stayed strong for me when I was weak
You gave me courage when i was scared
You cared for me when no one else cared
You stood by me when I felt rejection n’ shame
Now it's my turn to do exactly the same
Tho i may not get U an umbrella for the rain,
I’ll get wet with U and together we'll feel d pain.
so feel free and tell me baby whats wrong?
so feel free and tell me baby whats wrong?
(Written By Paramind)
The next poem is an appreciation poem i wrote to the same girl i recently wrote the previous poem for. She didn't see the poem but i just had to write it because i felt like writing it. Its kinda a sad poem because am writing about the fact she left me for another girl but i still wanna include it in the appreciation poems category since am appreciating everything she had done while we still together.
WANNA SAY THANK YOU
I wanna thank you for everything U did
It’s now i believe you loved me indeed
I still remember when you first met me
My life was without any shape or form
But you singlehandedly molded me
And my life you also transformed.
I said it's now i believe you loved me.
‘cause seriously i never understood,
What you wanted from a guy like me;
Shy, wistful n’ always in a bad mood.
That at a point, i thought u were even
Some kinda angel sent from heaven.
But No you not. U are a human being
n' U also worried about Ur well-being.
Trust me I understand U had to leave,
‘caus th things u deserve i couldn't give.
I really hope u now with someone who
Makes u happy n' takes good care of U
For now I'll say tank u with these words
But just know i owe u the whole world.
(Written By Paramind)
(Written By Paramind)
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