Sunday, 3 December 2017

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.
sharpiro017

A STORM WITHOUT REMORSE.
The face of the wind...
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.
A rainfall really rude;
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.
Wind with a wild intent;
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.
Inspiration with intoxication.
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.
Pursuit of a new chapter.
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.

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