So very busy, but we don't seem to be getting anywhere. What is the matter with us?
If you talking about wisdom
I got it and its rich
Let me give you some of it...
The Forgotten Casualties of War-Igbobo Robert is an excerpt from my book 'The Forgotten Casualties of War: Igbobo-Robert.' was about one of the forgotten casualties of the Nigeria civil war that took place btween1967 and 1970.
This poem (or song) is for those who want to be a good friend to someone no matter how painful. This is very personal. I hope my friend read this.
**Criticism is wholly welcomed Dr. Blossom
Across the river
Across the town
I had been in a flower garden...
This poem is a portrait of what writing is to me. For me it has been a form of expressing from the basic to the most complex things in life. I hope you like it! **Criticism is wholly welcomed. Dr.Blossom
Hundreds of stones were resting below her tiny feet
They're sending pain all over her small body
But she never really cared, not a little...
The Pilgrim, inadvertently found the archaic code. Can you find the code? It's a New year puzzle.
It is the season of the Harmattan; it’s autumn, when snowflakes falls as rain drops
But just as he’d thought he will never find his way out, he heard again the sounds and lighting of fireworks in the horizon, just as the one before; here it comes again: Xmas is here
His cherished warmness and oneness tossed overboard by a strange malady in the wings of politics, that has cast him in the mold of a fiendish, bloodthirsty barbarian.
Broken hearts are beyond repair, what if you get an opportunity to fall in love again.
I was confused.
I had my head heavy.
I sought the help of my Gibson guitar....
"Thus, like the dawn of a new day, when the dark nightly clouds were chased away at the birth of the morning sun, the silhouetting shadows ...."
Glittering darkly from a shadowed cast, stood the pool of water from ages past. Won't take of the water that will never run dry?
November 8, 2016. The day our Super Girl was born. Finally, I have a little sister!
Still just musing about the state of my land.
The stars that light up the night are far from little. They are just so perfect and right.
A shimmering vision upon which my hope stays Yet, now I dwell in the squalor of earthly ruins A desolate forlornness amidst my strayed goals Only seeing darkly the brightness the morn brings
When he Stretch forth His hand, please, do not hesitate; take it.
God's love is so unconditional that even when we think we are all alone, because of the mistakes and sins we have committed, he is always there for us.