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  • Rookie - 1 Points Pratikxa Sedhain (7/11/2013 9:44:00 AM) Post reply
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    If you are heart, I wanna be your beat.
    If you are cake I wanna be your sweet.

    If you are kite I wanna be your flight.
    If you are dream, I wanna be your night.

    If you are guitar, I wanna be your dhun,
    If you are star, I wanna be your moon.

    If you are metal, I wanna be your shine,
    If you are poem, I wanna be your rhyme.

    If you are paddy, I wanna be your hay,
    If you are light, I wanna be your ray.

    If you are rain, I wanna be your moist,
    If you are lover, I wanna be your choice.
    pratikshya sedhain

  • Rookie - 1 Points Pratikxa Sedhain (7/11/2013 9:42:00 AM) Post reply

    Child Right

    Government should provide children their right,
    if not provided, their future won't be bright.

    Society should stipulate the rights provided,
    if not stipulated, children's growth will be retarded.

    Parents should give love and affection to their children,
    if not given, their won't be growth of their brain.

    Teachers should provide children entertainment for a while,
    if not provided, students' life will be boiled.

    Government should provide children their name,
    if not provided, their life will be full of pain.

    Rights should be given to the children from whole;
    Everyone is participated in their dimensional developing role.

  • Rookie - 106 Points Valentine Mbagu (7/11/2013 8:22:00 AM) Post reply

    Title: Counsellors Darkening Counsels
    In the multitude of counsellors; safety abounds,
    ln the multitude of enemies as counsellors;
    deceit abounds.
    Counsellors whose heart studieth destruction with lips uttering mischief;
    Enemies clothed with sheep clothings as friends;
    Friends whose tongues uttereth words born in deception.
    Counsellors whose mouth darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge;
    Enemies made counsellors whose looks appeareth friendly,
    Friends whose mouth draweth iniquity by cords of vanity.
    Counsellors who utter counsels coated in corruption,
    Friends whose mouth worseneth counsel by words without wisdom;
    Enemies whose heart pondereth in destruction.
    Counsellors whose counsel are coiled in deception,
    Friends who by multitudes of words cause you to err;
    Enemies whose mouth captivate tender hearts.
    Counsellors whose counsel destroy the paths of relationships,
    Friends whose conceit counsel to death;
    Enemies being enslaved seek to enslave others.
    Believe not every counsel neither inculcate every word,
    ........... They destroy the heart..........
    Believe not every friend neither heed to multitudes of words,
    ........... They enslave the soul............
    Believe not every counsellor neither seek counsels from multitudes;
    .......... They captive the mind...........
    Which counsel shall we inculcate?
    Which counsellors shall we believe?
    Which counsellors shall we seek?
    Inculcate counsels proved by love,
    Believe counsellors whose counsel are weighed by truth and peace;
    Seek counsellors whose counsel are words of life.
    Who shall our counsellors be?
    Let counsellors who are genuine and experienced be our guide;
    Let counsellors who are higher and honest be our refuge.
    Hope you find counsellors whose counsels are candid;
    lt takes honest counsellors to ensure your safety.

  • Rookie Peter Ablevi (7/8/2013 5:07:00 AM) Post reply

    I swear I love this poem wow! !

  • Rookie Mark Dunn (7/6/2013 5:24:00 PM) Post reply

    My Darling Helen.
    Do not weep
    Do not dream as if in fright
    For where I am is not far
    I'm in the sky in every star
    I'm every wind and blade of grass

    My Darling Helen.
    I'm watching you
    Don't fear the dark
    Or any noise
    I'm in the moon looking down on you

    My Darling Helen.
    Don't be scared
    I never sleep
    No never fear
    I'm with you always
    My Darling Dear

  • Rookie - 0 Points Shaquille Henry (7/5/2013 1:08:00 AM) Post reply

    Excitement Spooning Joy

    Whether by teaspoon or table, my guts full itself of this intimacy. Nevertheless, they find themselves deviating.

    I shouldn't barf upon any anger though; I'd have a better chance out drawing Pablo. 

    But man it feels good to smile a little bit, to laugh a little more, to jump around a ring of roses. 

    This marriage that excite brings upon joy is ever so memorable. I write about it... I pen the excitement spooning joy. 

    Sometimes I watch... 

    By the garden, is this gigantic picnic. 
    No food, no palate, just grass. O' how full are these fools...? 

  • Rookie - 8 Points Sj Holland (7/3/2013 5:12:00 PM) Post reply

    Anyone have any info about upcoming contests?

  • Rookie Ndubisi Anslem (7/2/2013 6:55:00 AM) Post reply

    The Wailing voices
    Of bereaved
    sob sorrowfully for their loss.

    Did it happen again!
    Incessant nuke of the haramites
    At the church, major cities
    And market places.

    In whom's pleasure
    chooses our blood
    As juice
    Of which it pleases.

    Did it happen again!
    The portentous strikes
    Of these faceless
    Rightfully-wrong fighters,

    Making us refugees in
    Our own camp.
    Their name is " Forbiden"
    Even at the hear of " Boko"

    We fear to tread
    Keeping vigils with bare hands.
    Did it happen again?
    I wonder if it did

    As we maintain no just course
    Seeing our protectors nurse
    The menace with glove hands
    Forgetting we are all victims in disguise.

  • Rookie Ndubisi Anslem (7/2/2013 6:37:00 AM) Post reply


    We have come to the " feast"
    At jungle, to dance to tunes
    Of music of our time, and now,
    Leaving the arena for others,
    Returning with cheering heart.

    Gladdened by our worth
    Our shoulder laid with arrogant pride
    As it was at the beginning,
    We stomped tirelessly, bathed with
    Salt water and with the eyes of flame

    Grope for dream.
    " Determination" stands the watch-word
    To some, it shattered away
    As the hour danced past
    When at the time of deep distress

    Along the hobbling wattle forest
    And of trial, were threshed
    And shoved into obscurity.
    But we pegged away into
    The realm walls of faith

    Where we spurned the nights
    Of fear that stalk the day
    In a combative poise.
    We are coming
    To fertile our land

    With the frothy glory
    Trapped in our hands.
    Hearts leap of joy
    As we slung our bags over
    Our back, touching each other,

    Gaze timidly at faces with surge
    Of excitement.
    Hear the drum beat of glee.
    We have arrived at the niche of time

    Bringing castles of hope,
    Telling sad-sweet tales
    Of our voyage.
    Ndubisi Anslem Otolokpo

  • Rookie - 0 Points Claudio Rodrigues (7/1/2013 10:26:00 AM) Post reply


    Showdown closed in the sub natures that has perceived in the veil. The effect has bemused our inner consciences and has truly, penetrated our egos so deep in our living cores that it will take an entire life time to regenerate our once solaced memories that repent our sorriest and laced fates that could have been a meaning…
    We travel in different roads some that lead to dust, others that lead to our personal hells and once we attain all the much unforeseen consequences. Fate begins
    I will refuse to make fate my sidekick, but bully him to be my slave in a sordid way that I will be able to maneuver my ways in our same beliefs. Abhorred nourished behaviors will unclean our smothering trends.
    Sometimes my light watches over your dark, and I lumber beside the moonlight shadow hoping that fate will reconnect us, trusting the twists of time, to reunite us in this earth, that familiar feeling of knowing we belong to each other, that certainty that we are the same substance, we combine, we fuse together so perfectly…
    Maybe in this life time you may not recognize me or you simply desire to vanish me from your life, destroy and erase those memories that are so buried deep in you.
    It’s utterly lucid that you feel drawn to me, but you don’t ahold so you elect to withdraw yourself from me… and this vicious circus continuo’s to exist, so all I have left is to involve myself in this agonizing sphere.
    We wanted silently to be the embodiment of each other as we lived through days on each other’s air supply; slowly we could not go on crawling in such suffocating motion. The loneliness calls every time closer…
    The release always feels liberating, but does remorse too?

    By Soulbeyond

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