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Ask the Pharisees and they will tell you how absurd Jesus was and all the while they were ignorant of their ambiguity, absurdity and ambivalence. For ignorance can never be taught, enlightened. It is wise but in number which is its voice, strength to make and to mar. Once in number, is wise and once it is one in speech, it has become the authority to live by which can never be corrected and all must conform. For many have caused themselves great injuries to their reputation in trying to enlight...
POEM: IT PAID OFF Yes,it did pay off, those times I was deeply attached to hardwork, those times I couldn’t go a day without lamenting. I was at peace now. I was living my dream life— what more was there to ask for? I wanted to stand on a mountaintop and scream how grateful I am. But did I lose sometimes? Yes, I did—a lot of things. I lost friends, I lost jobs, I lost relationships, but I’m grateful I didn’t lose myself in the process. As I scaled through life and achieved once aga...
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Never make the mistake to return for a second stint, where you left. As glamourous as it may seem, to build or as unfashionable as it may seem, to redeem, create a design thus fashion the unfashionable. If all is going well and things are better off than you left; they will hold you in disdain for coming to feed on the sweat of others. If all is not going well and worse than you left; they will hold you in gross contempt as being desperate with no place to fit in thus returning to filth. Many ...
A word is much for the wise and many words, even a whole literature is not much, never enough to enlighten a fool. Fools die out of too many words and the wise live by just a word. Fools long for many words just not to hear, be enlightened by any. And the wise live by just a word. For a whole literature can never educate a fool much less the ignorant. #poetry #My2026onnircle #nircleblogpost #hellonircle #neighbour #poetrychapbook #nirclepoetrycommunity #notes #newsfeeds #nirclestories #storyte...
Biros and pens are always blue. And sometimes black. We write with blue ink. And read books of black fonts. Biros and Pens are ever ready. Making knowledge and correcting mistakes. Words penned with biros and pens. And read in prints. #poetry #Nircle
Knock…Knock… I'm at the crossroads, Crossroads of a fast-paced world. Moving shadows and advanced paces, Where everyone is moving fast and I'm left on a standstill… watching… waiting… thinking… breathing, repeat. The weight, Wanting to help nevertheless, handcuffed by limitations, A tightened noose around my neck, The anxiety of waiting in the uncertainty. “What next”, The bullet shot to my chest, leaving me bare, defenceless as I try to look for a way out of this cycle… wai...
#poetry The immaculate eyes, the radiance in her smile and the sweetness of her soul laid claim of me. An undeniable trance that gently played me into love's velvet cage. Her absence? My life undone, a dance with no rhythm and a condemnation to a lifetime of unhappiness: perpetually sweet anguish, forever homesick. Devotion feels a lot more like this and my heart, a damned faithful thing that beats for her. Its pulse knows only one name, Only Her Name. © Silver Sword & Sage Ink of Romance
In the hush of night’s quiet pursuit, a tender melody lingers in the dark heard only by those who dare to listen beyond the noise. It hums when dreams are gently set aside, traded for the weight of another’s longing. A whisper drifts through the stillness, soft, cautionary, almost fragile: Are you the master of your own path, or a shadow in someone else’s light? But when that whisper is ignored, the sky breaks and you are pulled into the heart of a storm. Fierce. Unforgiving. Unknown. It...
#poetry THE SOUND OF BLINDNESS When a nation forgets to listen. Hate has a way of swallowing sound. If a mirror can show you how good or bad you look, what instrument can reveal how foolish a people begin to sound when anger corrodes their ability to reason? Because right now, South Africa speaks with a voice it no longer recognises. A nation that once carried the weight of liberation on its tongue now lets that same tongue sharpen itself against its own reflection. Words spill out without thoug...
#Poetry Agbero are people like you and me— mouths unfilled, hands rehearsed in reaching, eyes trained on another man’s pocket. They are the conductors who laughed at books, who chose noise over wisdom, and now patrol the streets collecting respect by force. They are the idle youth, hired throats of every season, quick to praise rot for a plate of rice, quick to trade tomorrow for crumbs. They crowd around power; political errand men, bending truth into slogans, dancing before thieves, ca...
Success has principles, But failure, the wisdom. For one learns more from failures, hardships than from success, merriment. For failure, hardships scour the heart; teach us moral lessons. Success might be a product of luck, fortune, not necessarily sheer wisdom which failure, hardships imbue within the soul. Meet one who has failed multiple times and you learn multiple times why, how, what, where it shouldn't be done. Meet the man who is fortunate at every whip and you'll just learn how favour...
A word Then two Abduction The bargaining Now the question seem unrelated Eyes turned away from what is To what ought to be From who did to who should do Gradually Finally name calling Blame shifting Then the killings, bombings, kidnapping Their exchange for money Our exchange of power A plan devoid of sanity is cheap Humanity is the king Not the medium of exchange One life should be worth more than a commodity for exchange #poetry
When we closed our eyes in prayers Theirs were left to wander in the dark Same journey from the pulpit to the Treasury leaving our pockets with dangerous holes Where justice is robbed, peace has no say Even the ballot was not spared From changing garments to Carting votes away Gambling with a fragile future Voters displayed for sale Not worth more than a penny Justice gone deaf Forces are handicapped With a carricature for a gun They still aim at us The masses wear a cheap bloodstained ga...
A mouse once fell into a jar full of grain. First day it celebrated. Food everywhere. No need to struggle. It ate. It slept. It got comfortable. But the grain kept reducing every day. The same place that looked like paradise slowly became a prison. This is how life traps many people. Too much comfort. Too much easy living. And before you know it, the strength to climb out is gone. Sometimes the biggest trap in life is the place you feel most comfortable. -------------------------------- Most p...
Like every market we all go At the end we all refrain The bulk of our dealings are perishables If you are not here to sell You are there to buy Different tongues using a vain currency Everyone bears their burden Big or small Fresh as they may be; they soon expir Like the whole journey The early comers The late comers All return home Able-bodied men Weak beggars The old, the young, rich and poor Women with unlike similarities Under the rain and after the sun On stormy night andAccross the...
#POetry Tinubu's vain words, With iota of food for thought But without food for us His obnoxious slogan Snatched little left of us Keeps us hopelessly koboless His cult and gang, full of villains, have All Promises Cancelled His many spins at campaign, all Gone with the wind His obsession with the next polls Makes him cold-hearted. With, So much to feed his greed But none for our needs While he cruises around unperturbed Terrorists overrun our homes Our land flows with blood Tears f...
The Art of Living is but War You have to fight to Live, through the times as it demands. And cowards die many many times before their death. Life is not built to support the weak. The weak need the strong but must get strong themselves and stronger as time goes by and circumstance demands. To be weak, is a self sentence to be slaughtered by the aggression, ruthlessness of the brute, slavish. And when you shall have dominion; you shall break free. Moderation holds no advantage over aggressio...
A better age is near. When no sounds of terror will fill the air. And no epidemic will threaten lives. Disasters reduces population. Hunger opresses the soul and makes work unenjoyable. But tomorrow an overflow of food. Troubles and problems causes pain. The elements of sufferings has been told will be no more. How we are not to wonder that those who had kicked bucket will awaken. Whom will see them? How sure they had rise up. Each one who yearns will like to hear the call. A better age, I h...
#poetry We wake to pressure... not birdsong, but static. Screens vomit panic before the sun exhales, headlines clawing the skull like debt knocking at dawn. Fear sells. We line up daily, scrolling borrowed graves, draping strangers’ tragedies across our chests until our own peace files a missing-persons report. The world howls with fracture... nations cracking, promises rotting, men unraveling. Chaos no longer knocks. It pulls up a chair at breakfast, eats from our plates, and whispers thro...
What life means for me! Having acquired knowledge and skills. What life means for me! Having good earnings. What life for me! Having a family. What life means for me! having a lot good time. What life means for me! Having good friends. What life means for me! Having enough good food. What life means for me! Living a long time and long days. What life means for me! Living a fulfilled and fruitful life. #poetry #Nircle
*THE NIGERIAN SPIRIT* It never yields, Never bows, Never breaks, Never dies. Though the economy bites like iron, Though the streets groan with silent hunger, Though mountains rise, and unyielding— Still, it stands… and overcomes. It thrives where storms refuse to cease, Breathes beneath suffocating shadows, Rises through walls of resistance, Silencing the thunder of its foes. Like a rose guarded by ruthless thorns, Desired, yet doubted by distant eyes, Admired, yet measured with suspici...
#poetry Honeyed lips, crystals in her bra, her skin glistening with alabaster oil. On a bended knee, I surrender to worship the sanctity of the goddess in her and her sacred space. Two beings; a pilgrim and a deity we write scripture in passion's flame as we unravel in magick and spells. Our love; absolute religion—with a devotion forged from an allure nearly forbidden and a union written in the stars. © Silver Sword & Sage
Behind a smile so calm and bright, Lies a shadow hiding from the light. Words as soft as morning rain, Yet carrying seeds of silent pain. Promises float like clouds in the sky, Gentle whispers that slowly lie. Truth is buried beneath the art, Of clever lips and a guarded heart. Deceit walks quietly, never loud, Wearing honesty like a borrowed shroud. It builds its throne on fragile sand, Guided by a trembling hand. But time, the judge that none can flee, Unveils what hidden eyes can’t see. ...
#poetry THE SHADOW THAT ARRIVED BEFORE THE PASSPORT by SIMU A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. Some nations walk into the room a full minute before their citizens do not in pride, not in power, but in suspicion. There is a country whose name I will not carve into this page, yet the world already whispers it. A place where the few wrote history in fonts so bold the many must now carry it like a scar. A nation where a single accent warm, rhythmic, unmistakable can make strangers hold their b...
The world is so dim, Many nations too grim. People falling to diseases, Bodies lost to bandits’ guns. Our leaders stand deadly mute Their silence harsher than drought. Pain rises without cure, Hope fades like a dream at dawn. Children shrink on cracked earth, While cameras chase their shine. The hungry press their ribs to sleep, And no one hears them scream. Mothers carry their sons home On roads no map remembers. Daughters vanish in silent vans While courtrooms rehearse their lies. The...
Bars of iron and a lock. Behind is only a small bed and a chair. Why here? How it happened. Innocent or culpable OR Locked in or out for a purpose? A release for innocence - Locked in strictly for change - correction - acceptance. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors
#poetry THE THEATRE OF IRONY “Some mirrors are only clear when they face outward.” Irony is a strange theatre of the human mind. It is watching the devil you know the one who wounds without pause, whose words fall like cold rain on bare skin suddenly soften at the sight of another’s suffering. His voice lowers. His head shakes in quiet disapproval. His face folds into sympathy. He offers condolences with the gentleness of a priest. And you stand there… Silent. Blinking rapidly, your mi...
My lens zoom in on her face All I see is mine and the other woman in her eyes My lens wasn't bad yet her picture came blurry To click the shutter wasn't the job Something held me back Life happens and joy is her right My eyes could pierce through this smile or should I? like the brain, the processor wasn't so bad The brain takes the place of prosessor here As my third eye sees beyond the smiles And behind the frame of her glasses rest her fragile energetic body Though a body frame that gently ...
The days of should-have-beens A reminder of what once was Far cry from what will be If man were resilient, he would taste from the streams of immortality The ancients sang in days gone past Not knowing the woes That should befall the Common man I shudder at the erratic ways of youthfulness A bile spewed From realms beyond times As if in recompense for the sins of the father Ah! laugh at he that mocks For his calamity is but a step away Not knowing the days of mankind, the offsprin...
*The Revolutionist Mindset* What spirit moves within the breast of man That, seized by one imperious thought, He yields his reason captive to its flame And crowns that inward fire with sacred name? It is a temper wrought in restless hours, When Freedom—fairest daughter of the skies— Is invoked, yet scarcely understood; For oft her holy semblance is profaned By hands unclean, by hearts untried in virtue. Behold the Revolutionist— Not always clad in terror at the first, But robed in promi...
#poetry Scrollwork of my tongue I break your body like sacrament in the holy communion of our erotic tension. Why do you pray in hymns and moan in music every note trembling like a Hail Mary you holy righteous woman with feral eyes? Did He who maketh the lamb imbue you with this dragon fire to consume my logic and reason, torment my spirit claiming my very soul? Oh tell me my radiant sovereign muse why would your ruin wage war against my faith? Do you revel in disrupting my truth of devotion wit...
#poetry ONYE MA UCHE CHUKWU (Who Truly Knows the Mind of God?) BY INEKE BSC Who truly knows the mind of God? You hunted the poor, maimed the needy, tore them open with shattered vows. Onye makwanu uche Chukwu? They fled—not from fear, but because the world tilts against them. Life waits for no trembling knees. Ọsọ ndụ adịghị agwụ ike. Like a fatherless child, they dare not linger. Survival is the only birthright the robbers could not steal. But onye makwanu uche Chukwu? On...
THE SEED OF CONSENT By INEKE BSC Our people dwell in terror’s iron grip, A handshake decayed to fatal slip. Bandits dictate; the state bows low. Daughters ravaged, mothers endure the woe. Refuse—and face the barrel’s cold decree. Resist—and watch your children cease to be. A seed once sown in hushed consent Now feasts upon the hand that lent. Uproot the roots that taint the vein. Bury favoritism in an unmarked plain. And see the merchants of chaos fall, Crushed by the weight of their...
*Lamentation of the Widower* Left at the brink of birthing our child, You slipped beyond my trembling reach, Leaving a heart withdrawn and wild, Untouched by lullabies it longs to teach. How could the Most High loose grim death To stalk the earth in ruthless rage? Why must love surrender breath And leave the world a broken stage? Point me to death’s dark hideaway— Its secret den, its lurking place— And I would rise without delay To chain its boast and scorch its face. Yet thee I mourn...
I just realized Most of my videos and pictures go unposted. They lay forgotten in my gallery, Collecting dust, unrequited, Sometimes hidden away Where no eyes can see but mine. Are they fine? Yes, of course. But I can’t post them. The labels tagged to poses haunt me. Society has conformed a lot… My mind rigged and twisted. “Too feminine,” my mind screamed. “They will frown at it.” The twists and turns; are they necessary? My heart kept asking. Again and again, I took posing lesson...
#poetry THE ARCHITECT OF SELF Most people are other people. Their choices are echoes. Their passions are borrowed. Their convictions are shaped by whatever the world applauds loudest. They follow the noise, convinced it is their voice. They wear the names of strangers on their backs, idolize lives they will never live, and celebrate dreams that were never theirs to begin with. They inherit desires instead of discovering them. They walk in cages they cannot see, and call it freedom. Most live th...
*The Perpetual Warfare of Life* Life is no meadow of untroubled bloom— It is a field where unseen banners rise. I entered it in crimson travail, With shrieks that tore the trembling air; My mother, rescued from death’s cold brink, Lay spent between anguish and relief. Around my cradle glad voices swelled— Yet none foretold the wars ordained for me. My midnight cry, a helpless trumpet, Summoned not comfort alone but scorn. Disturbed neighbours muttered in wrath, As though my breath were...
The heart doth sings as joy comes. The heart doth sings as trial comes. As far as the sun, And great as the sea, The passing wind blows, Numerous we are. And one thing known, All shall not all be erased, Until the things to come. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors
Your hook says, 'Acne is a mood killer; here's why.' Then you ramble about causes, effects on personality, and ruined photos—but never get to the solution. Three paragraphs in, your reader is gone. As a scriptwriter, I know structure isn't just decoration—it's what makes your message land. So, here's the framework I use for every post: The 4-step structure approach: Step 1: Define the problem ✍️ What is the purpose of your post? Are you trying to raise awareness about a certain topic...