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Woman, woman, oh sweet womanMy love, my crib, my tokenIn my daily diaryEvery day is your journeyYou are my soul, my pillarI cherish you everydayAnd I love you, my flower.
Mistletoe and Christmas go hand in hand
The mistletoe and its beautiful cherries
I am dreaming of a beautiful black Noel night
Tonight, where the jolly stars can easily be seenIn the sky. From afar, the moon is clear and brightAnd the clouds create a wonderfully divine scene.
Christmas is not only about joyIt is also about getting new toysIt is about enjoying lifeThough not solely about nice gifts.
When I advertised for a Chihuahua on Craigslist, I had good luck.I was able to buy another dog and she cost two hundred bucks.But about four weeks later, she got sick and nearly died.
Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou
Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm
Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou
Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou
I think it was high time
I took what was yours, I gave what was mine.
And for quite some time we made it work
I think that deserves, at least, an ode.
It might as well be a eulogy
Or a vow,
This is New Year's Day.The new year has arrived today.I hope things will be great during this new year.I hope there will be no misery, suffering or tears.2021 came to an end at twelve o'clock last night.
B.B.W
Belated Birthday Wishes
To Kiki Oshinbajo, daughter of the VP of Nigeria 🇳🇬
"FORTUNATE BIRTHDAY"
The new year eve is the time for a celebration
This year though there are more reasons to do it
The year that's about to go was no less memorable
The world was forced to wage a battle against a virus
Let's cleanse our inner self from cobwebs of greed n envy
Let's decorate our persona with modesty n generosity
Let's make rangoli of care, empathy n kindness
Let's outshine the darkness of suffering n oppression
because i love you
i will stay by your side
because i love you
i'll wipe your tears when you cry
because i love you
i will comfort you in your sorrow
because i love you
The sun rises slow over floating clouds gray,
Golden rays of light flow across the lazy bay,
The quiet wind blows beneath the singing jay,
and welcomes the beauty of the second day.
Is success being famous?Is success being a millionaire?Or is it being the owner of immense power?Is success a change in you?Or is it the machine form of you?What is success?Loosing me for power, The idea does not really flower.I own a castle, now
Ready! Aim! Fire!
Nigeria is ready!
Nigeria can Aim!
But is Nigeria ready to FIRE?
A
Beautiful,
Celestial soul
Gives unconditionally
To the undeserving habitants
Of her home, taking her time
To extend vines of
Ripening
Fruit.
What more can I want
It's a festive, all want gifts...
Some like kiss, some like hug,
Some like rings, some like else,
And some like together as one for life,
Some like hear 'I love you' in festive time,
See my hands bound
so tight
Securely hidden
Behind my back
So I just sit here
and fight
You don't know how
it is to be gay
In an society
Where you have to
hide
Your love everyday
You don't know how
hard I try
To show you that
The Misled Queen
“Ayo bitchass” is the way she would greet me as she walked into the locker room
Her hair glistened from the shadow of the sun smiling at the ocean at sundown; Rapunzel could not touch her.
There are people walking in the street
A checkered pattern of black and white
Trying carefully to be discrete
In watching the happy victory sight
A man of honor and happiness too
From the poor to the rich
Everyone joins in merriment
Singing songs around the fire
Tales of brave lords and ladies
In this town, the harvest was well
Vast amounts of food was laid
(poems go here) Crouched alone in a corner of her room,
Two great white eyes strained to see in the dark.
But in a cloud of greyness, what could ever bloom?
Still she sat, for her will would not start.
its a time of triumph
its a moment of glory
its a day of epic proportions
its a night to reflect
its a second that counts every time one achieve greatness
