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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
Lagos: A Captured City The local government elections in Lagos are just weeks away. But don’t be fooled—there’s no competition here. One party owns it all. Lagos is a one-party state—not by choice, but by force. A chairman will emerge, not through truth but through lies wrapped in colourful banners and noise. After his "victory," there will be celebration—not by the people, but by those waiting to feast on our collective pain. He’ll sit on that chair—not to serve, but to siphon. ...
Sometimes sleep deserts you in the middle of the night and you sit in the most chaotic of silences with your mind and a dosage of Donepezil- a bitter pill of clarity, that means to awaken my past that I put to sleep but who’s in charge I can tell it is not me for sure. The voices are not mine, I’d recognize my own. I can spot the compulsion and the chill that is too different, strange even. The room is brighter as if it has a secret light source and the ceiling fan is a few moments slower, ...
Then studying makes you busy. And you find a job earlier. You succeed and achieve. You earn and go places. Then you appear older and wiser. Has age become irrelevant in our eyes? #HelloNircle #quotes #Nircle feeds #Nirclestories #Poetry #Human
#poetry One of the most challenging and brutal realities is acknowledging that certain individuals are destined to occupy a temporary position in our lives, rather than a permanent one. Similar to the cyclical nature of the seasons, the twist for humans lies in our finite lifespan, rendering our lives ephemeral. Our seasons may emerge singularly, devoid of repetition, unlike the natural elements. We often find ourselves lost in the past, reluctant to relinquish the memories of bygone seasons and...
A girl that cries out. A girl that sleepwalks. A girl that daydreams. A sweet voice for her. A word of play for her. A face of comfort. And face of peace for her. #poetry #Nircle #Nircle feeds #Nirclestories #Hellonircle #Neighbors #humorous #Lyrical #Delta, Nigeria
#poetry A woman embodies the transformative power of fire - capable of inspiring, nurturing, and empowering. Its inherent value is neutral, shaped by circumstances, intensity, and relationships. Like fire, she can fuel innovation, foster growth, and illuminate paths, or she can confront, challenge, and disrupt the status quo. By recognizing and honoring her potential, we can create space for positive impact and growth. SIMU
Not in the class of the common. Not (of) the public show. These, as hyped as they may be, is just beheld ordinary and common, And would never be revered. For common things occur commonly, likewise the ordinary. For all things for a show are just common. And all that is public contemptuous and scornful. Never be in the class of the common. Never be in for a public show. These, avoid it all. Both in kind and character. There are some men, genius but ordinary and common outwardly and they neve...
#poetry To achieve success, it is often necessary to act in accordance with reality rather than emotional sentiment. The journey to discipline and success is marked by the abandoned dreams and hopes of yesterday. SIMU
#poetry sometimes a lie is just an unrealized facet of an actual truth. SIMU
I always knew... This beauty—one unfathomable. I have always known. The subtle glances, not so obvious... but still there. In my veins flows liquid flame, Ever-consuming, leaving nothing in its wake. This beautiful soul—twisted for naught. What had caused this burden? Pretty face, pouty lips— All, a desire for many. All gaze, each silence—judging quietly. Behind bars, the heart clenched. The ever-flowing liquid drowns, It consumes, shrouding this one in its cold blue flame. Chipping a...
#poetry We are essentially sophisticated machinery with intricate expiration dates. SIMU
#poetry When an “error “in dance seems to bring you to a halt,remember it’s a pause,not a fault…. a hesitation not a relegation …. The swirls and twirls must be intertwined with pauses ,breaks and pulses to yield the kaleidoscope of beautiful woven,intricately blended dance motion.Don’t just dance express yourself. SIMU
Nigeria is my country. I belong to Nigeria. Nigeria is my country. I will serve Nigeria. Nigeria is my country. I will preserve peace and unity in it. Nigeria is my country. I will make a good citizen. Nigeria is my country. I will work hard and be empathetic. Nigeria is my country. I hope for a new Nigeria. Nigeria is my country. I hope for a better tomorrow. #poetry #Nircle #Nircle feeds #Nirclestories #Hellonircle #Neighbors #MissTobore #Nigeria youths
FROM ROOM TO ROOM BY E I VICTOR ( SIR WRITE MAN) It all started in the labour room Where he gave his first cry Later on, they took him to the classroom There, he also cried wanting to go back to mummy He was a regular visitor at the bathroom Because he was always playing with dirt For the love of sleep We usually found him in the bedroom And for the love of cartoons He spent hours in the living room For the love of food He hungrily walked into the dining room From room to room ...
#poetry Disrespect manifests in various forms, shards, and fragments. The treatment you tolerate from others teaches them how to interact with you and the value to place on you. Your self-worth is reflected in the treatment you permit others to extend to you. SIMU
#poetry People don't change; they either reveal or revert to what they have always been, what has always been lurking beneath. What you might think of as change is probably a very favorable familiar pattern; it is a river running its natural course. SIMU
Don't be a Persian, Egyptian, Assyrian to a Jew Neither a Jew before these. To the Jew, be a Jew To the Egyptian, be an Egyptian. To the Persian, Assyrian be like them, as all of them would be, do. Never be a stranger in the midst of a people. There are some men whose peculiarity has labelled them vain nonetheless they are a better kind. So, do as the Romans, Persian, Jews...do. And never be the suspicion people are looking for by living differently; As a Jew in Persia nor a Cyraenean in in ...
A good father doesn’t always speak loud— But his presence is louder than words. He may not know how to say it all, But his actions finish the sentence. A good father is a covering, Not made of noise, but of strength. Of prayers whispered under breath, And sacrifices we didn’t always see. He shows up, even when he’s tired. He stays, even when it’s hard. He may not be perfect, But he is present. And that alone Changes everything. So to the fathers who try, To the ones who love in th...
Little Girl, Unstoppable She walks with confidence, a smile so bright Her laughter echoes, a beacon in the night With every step, she claims her space A warrior, fierce, with a gentle face Her dreams are big, her heart is bold She's a leader, a story to be told She faces fears, she stands tall and strong A shining star, where she belongs. #Nirclestories #Hellonircle #Nircle #NirclePoems #poetry #NircleLifestyle #OOTD
#poetry The biggest problem facing humanity is humanity itself, as people tend to be their own worst enemies. The most pressing problems people encounter are often created by others. Suffering and diseases can be lucrative for some, and the solutions to humanity's problems are frequently hoarded, monetized, and sold for profit. This underscores the notion that humanity is its own greatest problem. SIMU
#poetry Wetin I go tell mama when my heart start dey skip beats when I see your beautiful face,Wetin I go tell papa when my heart dey skip rope when I hear your melodic voice,Wetin I go tell uncle when the thought of you makes my stomach churn,Wetin I go tell Auntie when the memory of you makes me smile,Wetin I go tell brother when the sight of you makes the sun set.Ijoema Wetin I go tell mama. SIMU
#poetry The era in which a person lives has a profound influence on their personal growth, and this generation is defined by its widespread smartphone usage. How many beautiful moments and experiences will pass you by unnoticed due to your screen-induced distraction? Life's most beautiful and meaningful moments and memories are fleeting, emerging unexpectedly and disappearing without warning. How many stunning sunsets and sunrises will you miss out on due to your screen-centric lifestyle? Embrac...
#poetry The ship must glide with ease, it must move in harmony with the wind, its motion should be unforced, the captain and crew should not be locked in conflict. Release any friendship, situation, or relationship that drains energy, a ceaseless tug of war. SIMU
My voice, My weapon. My voice, My pride. I spoke but Couldn't recognize me. I said a word but Didn't know it was me. Why couldn't I Recognize me? Why couldn't I Know it was me? How can I know the Cough of my mother? How can I know the Sound of my sisters? How can I know when My brother speaks? How can I know when Others speak? Why can't I recognize me? My voice is me. Me is my voice. I should recognize me. I should know me. Now I decide— I will speak up. I will know me. I will re...
Poem: THE ARK OF COVENANT GOES BEFORE THE PEOPLE JOSHUA 3:6-16 Upon my House, you have given your Word, That you would never leave me or Forsake me, All I need is to be Strong and Stand Firm. All I need is You. Yahweh, You magnified thee amongst the People! For who am I that you are so Mindful! You went ahead us because the Battle is yours, The victory is ours. The Glory is to your House forever, Yet, What is a man that you are so mindful of? I stand still in Jordan. I shall not be moved! Y...
Time is marked by how we perceive changes in events. Yesterday, today and tomorrow. Past, Present and Future. Do we really change? Or we are aging? Time is an illusion, Just the way we perceive the events that take place. There is neither past nor future. It's a matter of human perception that makes it so to mark events, age. We don't really change. We are the very ones we were, are and would ever be; Adapting to changes in events and taking new temperaments... And coming up with new ideas......
#poetry Flowers blossom for a reason, some people are in your life for a season. A person's character is defined by their actions, not their assertions. SIMU
THE KING'S MISSION BY E I VICTOR (SIR WRITE MAN) The king's mission A suicide mission I, a loyal servant must obey His wish, my command His will, my will His choice, my choice My blood, sweat and tears on the line Come, I came Go, I went On a journey of no return As it pleases the king I call it loyalty They call it folly But maybe I didn't apply wisdom Loss or gain I can't tell All I know is that I paid the supreme price All for his imperial majesty #king #sucide #mission #loyalt...
The world was in harmony Till the creation of money. Man made money, Money makes man. The creator is at the will of the creature. And man, the sculptor engraves, Bowing down in worship to the graven image, The work of his very own hands; Of wood, metal and of earth. Which is the god? Mammon or God? Mammon enters List with God. And earth is aghast. Who do you serve? Mammon or God? Choose whom ye shall serve! You can't be in servitude to two masters. Man, Of a lofty quest, Of a vagu...