Miraquill
Precisely,
What else can you do
If from your bed you can wake,
You can see,
What else can you do
If with your eyes you can see,
Can you read,
What else can you do
If with your eyes you can read,
You can learn,
What else can you do
If with your mind you can learn,
You can earn!
~mtp
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Shakur Tupac'
Three packets
Of two abs
Is a Six Pack...
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Ya watu
Twapenda sana,
Lakini ya kwetu
Ni kunyamaziana,
Ukabila na Ufisadi
Mambo ya Jadi
Tutajadili Lini?
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MIRAKEE
Unity in diversity
Through poetry
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IDLE
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Inspiration
Dissolves
Laziness
Eventually
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~ an EWK Acrostic Poe'em ©ericwk -
taiye_ishola
213w
Read More@secret_writer @nandini_16 @catherine_jazz @dalinolasco @mansi_jain @alchemic_faerie @vegurlz_writer @crazydesigirl @ghoulfrost @we_support
Embattled,
I sat on the rocky plains.
My banner flag flapped.
No longer baffled,
I sounded my battle cry,
raised my sword.
I slayed my way
down the rocky plains,
down the hills.
I wove my wand
and spun my smite
through the heart of evil kings.
My sword was fiery.
It was the taste of victory
and stench of burning gore.
My wings ascended
threw me up, up
through the clouds.
I delved to the pastoral valleys,
where hymns were strung
by the ladies of sound.
They strung their harps.
In laughter they strung,
dancing to the milk of sound.
It was not me.
It was not my wings.
It was something that just— happened.
I explained in my drunken state,
drinking the seventh jug of wine,
and then I fell to slumber.
I was just the joker no one believed,
but I know it was true. I truly fought
for the winning team and won.
I talk about it everywhere— the inns.
I swear it happened in my sleep,
and that is as real as any realism.
#DU
#fantasy
#angel
#humourRealism
©taiye_ishola
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taiye_ishola
214w
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There used to be a bottomless hole;
a trap for souls that missed a sole,
right by my neighbour's door.
A neighbour I could not abhor
as much as I would have wanted to.
My love was blue as much as I did not want it to.
The ground is closed now.
My neighbour is nowhere to be found now.
I was brought out of the rain,
sipping hot cocoa,
thinking of these things.
#horror #DU #writersnetworkMy neighbour is missing.
©taiye_ishola
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justumar
215w
Read MoreAscending to heavens.
Awakening inner soul.
#writersnetwork @writersnetwork @iammusaafiir @prashantlm @aryan22 @branthan @abejaynevita @zenith_ @aarthisampath @girl_in_white @universe_.
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ephraim_sam
216w
Read More@iammusaafiir @tomorrow_is_amazing @wordoftheday @mokathepoet @poetryhouse @readwriteunite
Image credit:ZedgeAm the ordinary eagle ,am the ordinary hero
I help you free your mind
Then will soar above them
Those who saw madness in you..
Like a fruit they thought did rot
They will want a bite ...but wait
Their minds still chained
They got no wings on them.
They stand staring
FOUR minutes fade.
TWENTY minutes pass.
They cant reach us.
FORTWENTY miles/second.
We soar HIGH..
They so baaaaaaaaaa d
We so high.
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taiye_ishola
216w
fairy tales aren't just highs and lows,
but even strands
of the good times,
about friendship.©taiye_ishola
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taiye_ishola
217w
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#wds_pic8 #wds @writedilse. #nonsense #surrealism
We are not all opportune to venture to the 4th dimension or any dimension at all, when fully alive and well.
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful girl, according to the standard of beauty in her day and time. She was called Gbemi for short. Gbemi was a nurse, who was mad about art. The strange clause being that she worked in an unconventional hospital.
How this is so is very unknown, considering the rate of unemployment in her zone. She always did what nurses did; holding trays containing drugs, syringes and disgusting hospital food. In addition, she was always busy as a normal nurse should be; a very standard and conventional description of what is supposed to be a normal tale.
The hospital was a renovated five storey building and had just one Doctor, whom no one had ever seen before. How this is possible is very unknown.
One day, our girl couldn't stand the anonymousity any longer. Now, it is very necessary for you to know that this particular hospital had as many paintings as hospital beds and as less and fewer patients with stranger illnesses that would not be described in this story due to the nature of the genre (short story). This amazing and impressionist works of art were so awesome that she'd rather admire each while on the call of duty than be bothered too much, until that day.
It might have been that Gbemi had seen all that needed to be seen or that she no longer thought impressionism was the rage but now romanticism. This is very unknown. The point of this tale is that she had enough and decided to venture through the door that was boldly sculptured in words:
LE DOCTEUR
Do not enter for whatever reason.
Gbemi pushed open the door and stumbled into what we know as the fourth dimension. There sat the Doctor. It was a very strange Doctor with a very familiar doctorly voice. This was one way she knew then that it was the Doctor. The Doctor was a very handy creature with very gifted hands to treat his very special patients.
'Gbemi, what can I help you with?' The handy Doctor asked with a note of concern.
'Nothing really Doctor Hansel. I think... um... I'm not exactly sure. I have not been sleeping very well, I think and um— I also came to have an important matter discussed.'
'Just go straight to the point!' Dr Hansel snapped. Like we know, he was a very handy Doctor and so was currently facing a huge folder hands on and couldn't for the life of him multitask, you know angling between talking and working was too much for such of his disposition if you know what I mean?
'We need to embrace different sorts of art here and not be artists. We shouldn't stick to just that, impressionism. I believe greatly in equality.' She explained.
Hi guys, I plan on developing this story to be on the lookout for more. I'll let you know somehow.The hands on Doctor
©taiye_ishola
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taiye_ishola
217w
I don't want to be,
strong or weak, can i
be in between?
Sitting on the fence.©taiye_ishola
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The DNA is a thread;
Thread of life well sewn;
Thread of lies well grown.©taiye_ishola
