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#poetry A Self imposed sheriff Free of etiquette Blind to the grace on Gregory Undermining prestige and hierarchy Lacking decorum, throwing tantrums A narcissistic sepian, full of hubris On the verge of, Plunging nation's Heartbeat into anarchy. A Stiff-necked effigy destinated for pardition. Disastrous, calamitous, lascivious and ridiculous Daily masturbating infantile idiosyncrasies A sycophantic puppet Installed for roguery Unlettered and untamed wannabe Enthroned by travesty for ...
#poetry A daughter’s ache, a heart split wide Love and hurt walk side by side. Born of warmth, raised in storm, A bond distorted, far from norm. A mother’s touch, both balm and blade, Soft in moments, then love delayed. She yearned for words that never came, And wore the silence like a name. The weight of “be good,” the sting of “not quite,” The smile she faked to make things right. Validation just out of reach, A child still learning how to speak. She danced for love on broken t...
It's not seen. It’s the silence between breaths. The invisible ache masked by "I’m okay." It slips behind smiles, Shadows behind laughter that sounds too rehearsed. It’s tiredness no sleep cures, It’s hunger with no appetite, It’s loneliness even in company. I pen this with love, For those whose eyes shine yet minds dim, Whose hearts smile but faces bleed. Those drowning, not in oceans, but in thought. Those who’ve mastered the art of showing up, Even when their souls beg to withdra...
#Poetry A political puppet with a pinch of nuisance value An unlettered persona, a dazed despot With simile of psychological imbalance Full of arrogance of ignorance Consumed by hubris and political paranoia Embedded in symptoms of desperation Eaten by inferiority complex and low self-esteem So frightened by shadow of excellence A nuisance on the path of self destruction String in self made delusions Still basking in the euphoria of judicial summersault of justice Hence, spiting venom of ...
#poetry His unfeigned kindness and unentittled affection pierced through the gray scale casting a silhouette of a vintage love on their fair hearts;no passion to hide and none to confess,. with her maiden heart and his desires unprofaned,she became a subject of profound interest recoursing his sensations to meet her interests, in the while forging an invincible bond that recalls them to an unwavering and fierce loyalty . ❣️🌹 Dann Poetry.©
#poetry Son looks at mother with disdain He tells her she knows nothing He looks at father with kinder eyes Even when father might act out of terms He is still smarter than mother could ever be He says "Look at mother, she knows nothing so she is nothing" He says he judges them fairly But he is blind to his judgement Son often forgets he and father are alike And likeness doesn't see flaws
When we finally see the light, The truth, the beauty, When the sweet flower of love is given unto us, And the sweet scent of magic fills the air. When the door is finally open, And the light has switched on to drive away the darkness, When the rope is loosened, and demons are leashed, May we not be afraid to step into the beauty. May we stretch out our hands to receive this gift, With open hearts and minds, free from doubt. May we believe that something new can thrive, Even on a foundation...
Over the years, I've learned to see The power of peace in chaos' sea Challenges sweep like floods so strong Drenching, consuming, all day long Anxiety breaks free, fear takes its toll Fear, tension, pressure, working all to unfold But I've come to realize, in trials and tests That peace is often the greatest rest Panic amplifies problems, and make them seem grand Even tiny issues, blown out of hand But when peace descends, we see the truth A problem small, not worth our youth Peace brings c...
A BOY IN SAVANNAH Born to shackles, not of iron or steel, but of circumstance— invisible chains forged in silence, tightened by poverty, by absence, by the cruel indifference of fate. Lucky Dube was right. “Born to suffer,” he sang, and the boy— barefoot in the dust of the savannah— knows this truth not from lyrics, but from the ache in his bones and the hunger in his belly. A boy, self-taught, not by books, but by the harsh curriculum of survival. His classroom: a leaking roof, a...
#poetry Life is a series of seekingly seemingly hopefully mutually beneficial business transactions. SIMU
I am a tree. A wonder in the forest. A shade from sunlight. A shelter for birds. I am a tree. A delight in the forest. A safe haven for survival. A food and and a herb. I am a tree. A sight to admire. A colourful thing. A work of divine wisdom. I am a tree. Long branches and patterned leaves. Useful for and economical. A wonder in the forest. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors #OOTD #MissTobore
#poetry Didi is a boy A boy on the shore A shore by the coast A coast to the sea A sea filled with ships Ships heading to the unknown The unknown lies beyond Beyond the coast to the sea The Sea which leads to the Shore The Shore where stands a boy A boy whose name was Didi
#poetry When the world looks at you they see a tool Your opinions weigh less than a dog's The luck you have to see the world Be grateful you live; the way you live isn't yours but mine Be grateful that you think you pick For when it's all said and done; You are a fool Nothing more than a stone to be disposed of when it seems you have a tone You are nothing no matter how much you fight For you lost the war with God before you met man
#poetry I try so much to be on the good side of life but how drawn I am to being the opposite is alarming. I'm so consumed in thoughts that I don't notice that the vacuum created isn't really a vacuum. imagine calling the mind a vacuum when it is filled with water. Not to drown your thoughts but to make it difficult for you to entertain anything else. What's annoying is the structures you put in place to help you through the phase decided unanimously to let you be. Would you rather be chased by ...
#poetry What is the intrinsic factor driving humanity's predisposition to dominate, subdue, and establish class divisions, displaying a capacity for inconsiderate treatment of fellow humans, segregation, conquest, and oppression, as evidenced by history's records of mass cleansing, genocide, and destructive behavior, which have resulted in the indiscriminate extinction of entire species, and, most concerning, this destructive trajectory persists, suggesting that human DNA harbors a latent destru...
The world is burning not only in forests and cities, but in hearts and institutions. These flames, though metaphorical, are consuming everything in their path including our sense of shared humanity. The question before us is urgent and profound: Will we allow the fires of fear, division, and indifference to strip us of what makes us human? Or will we dare to stand in the ashes and resist the unraveling to protect and rekindle the fragile threads that bind us to one another? In a time when so...
There is darkness that exist under the sun. Making the world dark. Even if light is shone upon it. It only light on a few. Some eyes are blind. If light is i beside them, they may not see. Some ears have been threatened, raised higher than normal - that knowledge perceived to be is confused in their minds. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors
Life is a school. The school of Life. And the Universe, Is its University. Life teaches us great lessons in its school The solar worlds the classroom. And we are the very teachers and students of one another. The experiences, stories that connects us, make up the courses and the syllabuses: wars, peace, persecution, tribulation, pain, suffering, death, triumph, defeat... All inspire, motivate, portray big lessons to be learnt, taught... Are we learning from one another or from the invisible...
Life is a drama. And God is the creator. Every creature has a role; and we are the very actors in the theatre (the solar world). Everything that is made, not a single thing is out of purpose: wars, persecution, peace, tribulation, pain, suffering, death... Evil is a mere perception of the ego. Everything howsoever its individual valuation is ( good, bad, evil...) Is integral in the Infallible Divine scheme. For there is time for everything ( in purpose, person, place, circumstance...) u...
#poetry The sun's rays are not withheld from a plant for a prolonged period, with the intention of accumulating light to shine it all at once in a surprising display, because the plant would likely perish in the meantime. Love, much like a plant, necessitates consistent nourishment, however small, to remain alive. Delaying too long for that ideal moment when the stars align in perfect harmony to make a grand gesture would be futile; the plant would have succumbed by then. SIMU
#poetry Poetry was never intended to be bound by rigid structures, rhyme schemes, meter, or stanzas. Poetry was meant to emanate spontaneously from the heart, unencumbered by artificial constraints, and soar to unprecedented heights. Its fundamental purpose is to express, not suppress, and poetry should be as versatile as water, effortlessly finding its own level. SIMU
The whispering green palms. A sight of tranquil. That brings relief from despair. When rush of anxiety blows into the mind, The passing wind blows the anxiety. Making way for a changed mind. The heights of the palms, Retells and fortells time. Restoring hope to see and so The courage to move on. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors #OOTD #MissTobore
#poetry The closer I get to you, the more intimidating it becomes. A multitude of emotions swirl within me when we are together, characterized by effortless conversations and an extraordinary ability to connect on a profound level that transcends words. Your laughter and smile imbue my soul with an unbridled joy and happiness, illuminating my existence with the radiance of a star-filled night. You are the guiding light of my life. SIMU
#poetry Existence was not meant to be a frantic, high-speed journey, where everything is reduced to a mere blur of movement and chaos. Life was not intended to be lived without periodic pauses and moments of introspection. Life was meant to be lived with intention, appreciating the beauty of sunsets, becoming fully engaged in sunrises, and experiencing the sensation of the breeze on one's skin. Life was meant to be fully experienced, valuing every moment and memory as precious gifts. Life was ne...
#poetry We are confined by the constraints of language, constrained by inherited thoughts, constrained by cultural norms, constrained by geographical demarcations, constrained by the existence of others, rarely possessing a clear understanding of our true selves, having identities foisted upon us before we have the chance to discover our authentic identities, with the majority of us existing as a manifestation of borrowed language, thought, and identity. SIMU
#poetry When life throws extreme circumstances your way you need to embrace extreme adaptations to cope survive and exist,some solutions sometimes require sledge hammer approaches coupled with feather sensitive treading and threading.The piece and peace in the storm. SIMU
#poetry Flames that burn with an intensity to rival a super star.These flames that rage across mediums words can’t describe.Redefining notions motions and emotions.Redefining the very fabric of existence.you dare bring these strands of desire, longing, unfurled oceans into proximity,brave you are.I love you for all time. SIMU
#poetry *DREAMERS ALWAYS WIN* When you decide to chase a dream, People will keep calling you "crazy" They will troll you. When it begins to work, They become "confused". When it becomes a reality, They become "friendly" with you. You only look "crazy", But when it works, They call you a "genius". Manzy. J Saturday's CEO Mindset ❤️❤️❤️❤ #NircleStories #NircleSociety #NircleCommunity #NircleLifestyle #NircleEntertainment #NircleBlog #NirclePoetry #NircleNeighbour #NircleFeeds #N...
#poetry Fridays' Good Bye to this week Title: Opportunities and Challenges The rate at which they both work hand in hand, Surprises every man without a plan, But not a man with one. A person with a plan, Already has it mind that with every opportunity comes a backup and free of charge challenge. There are 6 stages to work with opportunities; Stage 1; Making a plan Stage 2; Preparing to execute your plan Stage 3; Make a plan B Stage 4; Putting your plan into action Stage 5; Working towa...
There's so much beauty in the outskirts of your comfort zone So much truth that defies the stereotypes held highly You'll never know, if you never seek, Have an open mind Every inconvenience is an opportunity to reach for the unknown And to discover beauties hidden from plain sight There's so much beauty in the world #poetry
The kitchen is for food. And there is cooking is done. A savoury dish for breakfast. A meal for lunch. A simple dish for dinner. All cooked safely, And free from germs. Why I love the kitchen. For It takes hunger away. Am energised, refreshed and healthy. Fair and clear. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #poetry
#poetry we don’t live forever,it’s those tiny seemingly irrelevant silly things that matter the most in life,the moments and memories that define us .Poetry lives in and around all of us,it doesn’t need to be in a strict defined parameter to be felt experienced and expressed. SIMU
2 red balls, 3 green balls, 4 blue balls. Pick two balls at random. Picked one green ball and a blue ball. Nine balls all. #poetry #Nircle feeds #Nirclestories #Hellonircle #Nircle
She is like a book. A book with pages. But have no title and a cover. Searching for solution for whom to give her a title. Then a cover will be upon her. I believe a cover and a title could make people read her. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors
#poetry Matching frequencies; She honed her spark into a fine edge, a herald of her queen while her very essence boasted of regal beauty in it's grace . Any one who desired a taste of the sacred piece carved in her by the creator divine needed to be born anew, masculine,in refined communication, in authenticity and view her as something too holy to be profaned with lust . So He met her at her zenith,stoked her primal urges with his hardness and power ,matched her frequency and enhanced her ...
#poetry Sometimes losing yourself is discovering your true self and discovering your true self is losing yourself. JERRY KWATCHEY
“You and I Won’t Fight” You and I won’t fight. We are the silence trained from birth, Obedient to chains we now call peace. Suffering is our freedom, We hug pain like a childhood friend. When light comes, we turn our backs, For darkness is familiar, And familiarity feels like safety. Our owners wear agbada and smiles, Drinking palmwine with our future. If we ever raise a voice, They'll serve our blood on their plates, Toast to it with laughter, And call it progress. We can’t win....
Think again. Open your heart to wisdom, For it is profitable to direct us all. Who is a friend? Who is an enemy? Only, but the moments of time Tell it all. Time does not lie. They that plan patiently with time, shall not fail, They are eternal years ahead while their peer think they are miles ahead by reacting to constraints and phenomena. Friends become enemies, And enemies turn friends. The best of all are the true enemies who never change. The worst of all are them who are envious fri...
Why Do We Hate Helping Ourselves Rise? Why do we hate to help ourselves rise? Why does your success feel like my failure? Why do we only cheer when the one rising is far enough to not threaten us? We say “I’m proud of you” But whisper “he thinks he’s better than us.” We want the light, But hate the one who dares to shine first. We want change, But sabotage the one who dares to lead it. When someone tries to build, We mock, We doubt, We drag. We ask, “Who does he think he is?�...
#poetry Poetry is to man what wings are to a bird. SIMU