<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775</id><updated>2012-01-11T20:44:11.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Lifestyle</title><subtitle type='html'>.......the words that last forever</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-5861344650312020711</id><published>2012-01-11T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:44:11.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>This is to all the sadness&lt;br /&gt;The world's madness&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, don't let go&lt;br /&gt;In the end real colors show&lt;br /&gt;Media hides the foe&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;This is to all who lost thier mothers&lt;br /&gt;Sisters who lost thier brothers&lt;br /&gt;To everybody losing one another&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;This is to all those who got it hard&lt;br /&gt;Orphans, the homeless and the needy&lt;br /&gt;Living life as a living hell&lt;br /&gt;Coming down with all the rest that fell&lt;br /&gt;Somalia, Sudan, Syria, Yemen&lt;br /&gt;The Whole Arab World&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;All those going through the struggle&lt;br /&gt;Everyday got to make a hustle&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;To get an inch, you gotta walk a mile&lt;br /&gt;All you want is a penny or a smile&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for it to be a better in a while&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on there like a lily on the Nile&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Looking at all those who live on the street&lt;br /&gt;Making it each day with nothing to eat&lt;br /&gt;I swear, tears fall down from my cheek&lt;br /&gt;I Feel like falling right down to my knees&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;That this phase will speedily fade away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-5861344650312020711?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5861344650312020711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5861344650312020711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2012/01/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-3403040855165507436</id><published>2011-11-20T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:43:06.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faded light</title><content type='html'>Faded light&lt;br /&gt;As the day emerges and seems trough,&lt;br /&gt;I grow ever wary of what I do.&lt;br /&gt;I start to contemplate of things that I said,&lt;br /&gt;So tormenting, they unfold from my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring to mind the time when we had no beat,&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on, not giving in to defeat.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what surfaced on our way,&lt;br /&gt;As long as we were together we would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the atmosphere gave way for our nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;The last flash of joy and the creation of despair.&lt;br /&gt;For our chain to be shattered so easily by a mere fight,&lt;br /&gt;Is what makes me regret why I thought we were alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we wither away alone and full of remorse,&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts lost and blinded all thanks to divorce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-3403040855165507436?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3403040855165507436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2011/11/faded-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/3403040855165507436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/3403040855165507436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2011/11/faded-light.html' title='Faded light'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-7016714646426675415</id><published>2011-11-20T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:40:05.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The widow</title><content type='html'>Over time things change, but never the heart,&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to move on, still torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offers to marry, someone to take care of the two,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be a good wife, to none other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cry at night, when the babies lay rest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard your face was bright, filled with light&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could've seen you&lt;br /&gt;on that crazy night.&lt;br /&gt;To see for myself, what I pray is true,&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful man seeing his life anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks for you, out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? but that we will see him soon,&lt;br /&gt;"daddy's taking too long"&lt;br /&gt;I tell her look at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made that, and you and me,&lt;br /&gt;he took daddy, just let things be.&lt;br /&gt;One day soon we will see,&lt;br /&gt;another time, another place,&lt;br /&gt;and then we'll be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad loving, Daddy's here&lt;br /&gt;I point to her heart&lt;br /&gt;and tell her don't fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all still in pain&lt;br /&gt;I just sit starring at the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I say and what do I do,&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to figure out things&lt;br /&gt;but I'm always blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful to God, that He is in our lives,&lt;br /&gt;without Him I know I would never be able to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain and tears,&lt;br /&gt;but hope for Bliss&lt;br /&gt;even still,&lt;br /&gt;its you I miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-7016714646426675415?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7016714646426675415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2011/11/widow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/7016714646426675415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/7016714646426675415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2011/11/widow.html' title='The widow'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-83799221184559627</id><published>2011-09-05T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:30:46.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On this lonely path</title><content type='html'>On a lonely path I found me&lt;br /&gt;Alone I needed a companion&lt;br /&gt;Looked out,none was gotten&lt;br /&gt;Busy people too big to be friendly&lt;br /&gt;Little dirty girl with no care&lt;br /&gt;Who could have wished to be closer&lt;br /&gt;When the forest is quite and still&lt;br /&gt;I am already lurking somewhere to tilt&lt;br /&gt;All the farming seasons I knew and endowed with customers&lt;br /&gt; who will use me till the end of the season&lt;br /&gt;My life was by myself&lt;br /&gt;I needed a friend&lt;br /&gt;The search began,the thinking grew&lt;br /&gt;Not until my pen beckoned at me&lt;br /&gt;It encouraged me to get a paper&lt;br /&gt;The writing started,my ink kept flowing&lt;br /&gt;The diary of a lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;Day after day I fill in my stories&lt;br /&gt;On those pages,I put my worries&lt;br /&gt;On this lonely paths....&lt;br /&gt;Growing took me forever&lt;br /&gt;Especially when there was no lover&lt;br /&gt;Alone,I grew smarter&lt;br /&gt;My life was a broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Many fragments to pick&lt;br /&gt;Here and there with life's trick&lt;br /&gt;As I grow in knowledge&lt;br /&gt;I realised I already hav an edge&lt;br /&gt;With what I call a diary&lt;br /&gt;I am a poet to be celebrated soonest&lt;br /&gt;All on this lonely path!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-83799221184559627?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/83799221184559627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/83799221184559627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-this-lonely-path.html' title='On this lonely path'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-686731494296962326</id><published>2011-09-05T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:26:01.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law of Karma</title><content type='html'>Sore throat from trying to hold back the tears.&lt;br /&gt;shaking hands that rest on her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the same chair for years.&lt;br /&gt;Her loved ones so very far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking and the weather is unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;The sun she once played in was grey and gone.&lt;br /&gt;She never thought that it hurt like this to be old.&lt;br /&gt;She never knew if she'd make it till dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her five children that she lovingly rared.&lt;br /&gt;Where nowhere at all to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling she had that none of them cared.&lt;br /&gt;She was at the lowest point she'd ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wept alone in the house her children had paid for.&lt;br /&gt;She witnessed the cruel thanks for all her hard work.&lt;br /&gt;She ate food of a prisoner and would collapse on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Her only company in the corner,was where her shadow would lurk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came when she felt an awareness.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness lifted from her mind.&lt;br /&gt;She was overwhelmed and almost careless.&lt;br /&gt;And to sorrow she was blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her soul had left her body and she felt more alive than the living.&lt;br /&gt;Her hurt and pain were at an end and she was more than relieved.&lt;br /&gt;She was done with all the cruelty of age and the grief that she was given.&lt;br /&gt;All the injustice and neglect she most certainly received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sleep and rest with God knowing all your hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Smile and know that from all your pain you gained peaceful wait.&lt;br /&gt;Your children weep as they see your body buried in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;But where were they when you cried out through that house wit big black gate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But woe to them who forget their elders, and fathers and mothers.&lt;br /&gt;Woe to them who ignore their every whim.&lt;br /&gt;We must value them as precious jewels, like them there are no others.&lt;br /&gt;Seek their prayers and pray for them for this life is much too dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you grow old and wither all your petals, be very sure to know.&lt;br /&gt;That life is not complete till what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;And when the kids get tall and their bright eyes glow.&lt;br /&gt;They too will leave you in a room,&lt;br /&gt; then weep when you meet the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-686731494296962326?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-3589354051054748789</id><published>2011-01-27T03:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T03:54:20.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEFORE THE ALTAR</title><content type='html'>If you will take my words&lt;br /&gt;then give me no wars&lt;br /&gt;If you will save me from  pieces&lt;br /&gt;then what you should leave  with me peace is&lt;br /&gt;If you will fill this emptiness&lt;br /&gt;then be sure you will never give me sadness&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me never again to try&lt;br /&gt;then vow u will never make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Now you can still my heart break&lt;br /&gt;wait not until i am unable to hold my brake&lt;br /&gt;listen to this tiny voice now&lt;br /&gt;atleast before you make any vow&lt;br /&gt;Altar is so near but let us ourselves search&lt;br /&gt;before we call the world to watch&lt;br /&gt;let us open our eyes wide without a wink&lt;br /&gt;And see how much we can without a blink&lt;br /&gt;Only fools will still say LOVE is blind&lt;br /&gt;Let us arrange inside ourselves before we bind&lt;br /&gt;Of what use is a union that put us in pains?&lt;br /&gt;when normally we are to live in gains&lt;br /&gt;Pls let me know  if what you feel is right or not&lt;br /&gt;Before we finally and forever tie the knot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-3589354051054748789?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/3589354051054748789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/3589354051054748789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2011/01/before-altar.html' title='BEFORE THE ALTAR'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-1555003296590476083</id><published>2011-01-27T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T03:53:01.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU</title><content type='html'>In a dark night,&lt;br /&gt;I felt alone and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I put up a front of perfection&lt;br /&gt;But was torn and scared inside.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want anyone to know what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to be judged&lt;br /&gt;Without them knowing the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;Then you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the very midst of this bitter strife.&lt;br /&gt;You were there...and won a little trust,&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't over yet...&lt;br /&gt;I tested you without your knowing&lt;br /&gt;That everything depended on if you passed.&lt;br /&gt;You stood the test and now I know.&lt;br /&gt;You shone a light and brought the sun...Into my darkness;&lt;br /&gt;my fears are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your care and friendship have erased all doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're there and won't leave me now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;There's someone here who cares,&lt;br /&gt;Who will just hold me and help me face my fears.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are once again;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes live inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;My broken wings are mended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of you;&lt;br /&gt;I can fly again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-1555003296590476083?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1555003296590476083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1555003296590476083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-2356960810355454376</id><published>2011-01-27T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T04:17:30.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  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Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8.5pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;I am drawn to you like&lt;br /&gt;The stars to the midnight skies&lt;br /&gt;The Earth to the burning sun&lt;br /&gt;Water to thirsting flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortable with you like&lt;br /&gt;An old pair of boots&lt;br /&gt;A faded pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Ankara and gele&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace with you like&lt;br /&gt;Taking a walk in silence in the country&lt;br /&gt;Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alive with you like&lt;br /&gt;The laughter that is uncontrollable&lt;br /&gt;The heart that goes thump, thump, thump&lt;br /&gt;Running through wildflowers in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ounce of my being&lt;br /&gt;Mind, body and soul are riveted by you&lt;br /&gt;I am alive with you, free with you, comfortable with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-2356960810355454376?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/2356960810355454376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/2356960810355454376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-8010751503937527258</id><published>2009-10-12T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:50:52.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFRICAN WOMAN</title><content type='html'>The dwindling of the trees&lt;br /&gt;The coolness of the breeze&lt;br /&gt;The drizzling of the rain&lt;br /&gt;The leaves flying around freely&lt;br /&gt;Stream flowing endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Children running happily down the street&lt;br /&gt;Supper came in a big round calabash&lt;br /&gt;The children sitting round the evening “Atupa”&lt;br /&gt;To hear stories that plant in them morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the next room there is a woman&lt;br /&gt;Holding her child so close&lt;br /&gt;Singing a lullaby to put her to sleep&lt;br /&gt;So much beauty in a woman’s strength&lt;br /&gt;The versatility of an African Woman&lt;br /&gt;The creativity, it’s an uncomparable reality&lt;br /&gt;She rises up above all the problems&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever intimidating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;African woman is blessed&lt;br /&gt;She is inspired above all the odds&lt;br /&gt;She is hopeful beyond a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Always proud of her identity&lt;br /&gt;You can argue that money rules&lt;br /&gt;But at what cost?&lt;br /&gt;How much is an African woman worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers worked hard to feed the children&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to mama&lt;br /&gt;Who taught them the morals to excel&lt;br /&gt;Oh my African woman&lt;br /&gt;Looking radiant as if she never cries&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear creator&lt;br /&gt;Let us realize everyday&lt;br /&gt;The hope and strength she represents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, let’s celebrate&lt;br /&gt;The African woman&lt;br /&gt;The one who makes everything look simple&lt;br /&gt;She can see the future&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of an eagle&lt;br /&gt;The one ready to be the best&lt;br /&gt;By any means possible&lt;br /&gt;Lets stand for the power of&lt;br /&gt;An African Woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-8010751503937527258?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8010751503937527258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8010751503937527258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/10/african-woman.html' title='AFRICAN WOMAN'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-94149934052115478</id><published>2009-10-12T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:43:43.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>When I remember that someday I will leave&lt;br /&gt;This wishy washy cunning difficult life&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I should laugh or cry&lt;br /&gt;Or should just do all I can to leave marks&lt;br /&gt;To engrave my names on a rock&lt;br /&gt;To leave behind works that would speak words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a wide, wild, weird, woeful earth&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will be gone with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;Cos’ I have walked on sands and left footprints&lt;br /&gt;I have cried in the dust and left tear drops&lt;br /&gt;I have tilled the ground and left plenty grains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst deceit and heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten married and had children&lt;br /&gt;Amidst rebellions, my children are role models&lt;br /&gt;They have been proven by test and time&lt;br /&gt;While my body rotten away in the soil&lt;br /&gt;My name will remain on the lips&lt;br /&gt;While my soul returns to the giver&lt;br /&gt;My works remain as a proof of life gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I could not speak, my works reach&lt;br /&gt;The story will keep spreading that&lt;br /&gt;There once lived a man whose life was worthy&lt;br /&gt;Whose words has healed&lt;br /&gt;Whose pen has written&lt;br /&gt;Whose life was a sample&lt;br /&gt;With knowledge of this certain fact&lt;br /&gt;Should I still mourn this day yet to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-94149934052115478?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/94149934052115478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/94149934052115478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/10/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-8871414900943378771</id><published>2009-10-12T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:40:23.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUST</title><content type='html'>For a many nights I have been sleeping&lt;br /&gt;And I know I may sleep to wake no more someday&lt;br /&gt;These nights I dream,&lt;br /&gt;When you see my dreams come true rejoice with me&lt;br /&gt;Cos it’s a privilege&lt;br /&gt;During the day when I stumble,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t mock me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the earth shakes and the mighty men fall&lt;br /&gt;When I store up emotions and tears drop from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Still don’t mystify it, even the sky cries out rain&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that rain blesses people’s grains&lt;br /&gt;Every tear I cry will produce me joy and laughter&lt;br /&gt;Every night in my life shall be followed by a new dawn&lt;br /&gt;Surely my mourning will cease in the morning&lt;br /&gt;My prayer will always end up with an answer&lt;br /&gt;Even when my mouth seizes, my mouth speaks&lt;br /&gt;My pen writes, my soul rises&lt;br /&gt;Thus when I die, don’t mourn me&lt;br /&gt;But mother the motherless and homeless&lt;br /&gt;Just bury the body in the soil&lt;br /&gt;Let the plants draw nutrients needed&lt;br /&gt;Don’t build mansions over the dust and empty body&lt;br /&gt;Rather shelter the living homeless and abandoned&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feed the rich and mighty for my sake&lt;br /&gt;Rather invite the poor and the hungry&lt;br /&gt;This body too once lived on the streets&lt;br /&gt;But picked, fed, cleaned and helped by an unseen hero&lt;br /&gt;My spirit and soul disguised in this body&lt;br /&gt;But I know so well that my body is dust&lt;br /&gt;I’ll rather feed my spirit and soul&lt;br /&gt;My body shall return to itself, ordinary dust!&lt;br /&gt;Body is vanity as life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-8871414900943378771?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8871414900943378771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8871414900943378771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/10/dust.html' title='DUST'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-350058243449928674</id><published>2009-10-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:36:00.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER A MOTHERLESS !</title><content type='html'>I have seen different sizes and shapes of women&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the tall, short, slim and fat&lt;br /&gt;Each with their unmistaken body smell&lt;br /&gt;Some so beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Yet ugly ones still on the street with no shame&lt;br /&gt;Then I look at myself and ask, how do I look?&lt;br /&gt;Surely I have no relation with these ones&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I was born in those black days&lt;br /&gt;When faces die with no history to behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face has gone with her, nothing to behold&lt;br /&gt;Now I see theirs, mine is unknown&lt;br /&gt;Family describe hers to me, still can’t be sure&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to place a look for her in me&lt;br /&gt;It keeps getting hard, couldn’t help myself,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a lost child&lt;br /&gt;Looking for her mother she couldn’t identify&lt;br /&gt;Every faces seeming like her lost mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I was told and believed&lt;br /&gt;I was conceived and born of a woman&lt;br /&gt;Who at a point of giving me life lost hers&lt;br /&gt;Who couldn’t lose me but preferred to lose herself&lt;br /&gt;The woman who couldn’t watch me grow&lt;br /&gt;But put God to watch over me&lt;br /&gt;Who couldn’t give me anything&lt;br /&gt;But left me with God who gave me everything&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to stop looking at faces&lt;br /&gt;Since I am with God who has always taken me places&lt;br /&gt;And I will never believe that I am a motherless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-350058243449928674?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/350058243449928674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/350058243449928674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-motherless.html' title='NEVER A MOTHERLESS !'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-721670344772765464</id><published>2009-07-18T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:25:32.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY AKANNI</title><content type='html'>My only love Akanni,&lt;br /&gt;Forever I remain your cherished Adunni&lt;br /&gt;This love have survived&lt;br /&gt;From the moment it emerged&lt;br /&gt;How passionately I missed the mango tree&lt;br /&gt;Life was as if we could never be free&lt;br /&gt;Just a whistle from the stream&lt;br /&gt;It was a transformation of my dream&lt;br /&gt;Never knew a perfect gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Neither did I know the honor meant for a woman&lt;br /&gt;Nor the beauty that speaks without a word&lt;br /&gt;Not until I met the prince charming&lt;br /&gt;The total end to my day-dreaming&lt;br /&gt;How I am out of the fantasy land&lt;br /&gt;This love knows no bound&lt;br /&gt;Black is beautifully outstanding&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago I stopped doubting&lt;br /&gt;The butterflies in my heart still growing&lt;br /&gt;For you every time I’m glowing&lt;br /&gt;Love has favoured me through my Akanni&lt;br /&gt;Success has crept into my life, thanks to my Akanni&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I live is Akanni and Adunni&lt;br /&gt;What love tastes like is Akanni&lt;br /&gt;Duduyemi omokunrin to dara bi Egbin my Akanni&lt;br /&gt;The only destined husband of Adunni&lt;br /&gt;With everything that I am,&lt;br /&gt;I lay it all down, just for you to be&lt;br /&gt;The only Olowo ori mi Akanni&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly &amp;amp; faithfully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-721670344772765464?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/721670344772765464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/721670344772765464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-akanni.html' title='MY AKANNI'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-7602963873503063526</id><published>2009-07-18T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:22:24.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>Somewhere someday I will be a wife&lt;br /&gt;To a man of long time dream and hope&lt;br /&gt;Made and sent in here just for me&lt;br /&gt;At last the identity will be revealed&lt;br /&gt;The thinking and imagination shall quit&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long I shall not be misled&lt;br /&gt;My husband is only for me not any&lt;br /&gt;Morning is almost here, end to the stormy night&lt;br /&gt;In a cozy and fresh morning, he shall come&lt;br /&gt;I have the strong inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Never will I feel any desperation&lt;br /&gt;With my God I have a strong communication&lt;br /&gt;Safely my crown I will wear someday&lt;br /&gt;Right now I shall pray for him everyday&lt;br /&gt;Someday my Akanji shall come&lt;br /&gt;With no tears nor difficulties&lt;br /&gt;When it’s only a fulfillment to a destiny&lt;br /&gt;Konge Konge I will meet him soon&lt;br /&gt;Gbejege Gbejege I will be the happiest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-7602963873503063526?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/7602963873503063526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/7602963873503063526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-1655074780991153495</id><published>2009-07-18T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:19:52.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Africa</title><content type='html'>Go into the world and give them a good impression&lt;br /&gt;Clean away the marks of rejection&lt;br /&gt;Stop giving yourselves a bad image over vanity possession&lt;br /&gt;Be renewed and show the world the determination&lt;br /&gt;Represent a new Africa with a new generation&lt;br /&gt;After all we have got outstanding values and tradition&lt;br /&gt;We are the blessed offsprings filled with unbroken ambition&lt;br /&gt;Full of unfailing inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Now we use words and not wars for communication&lt;br /&gt;After all we have dreams that can’t face interrogation&lt;br /&gt;All we seek for Africa is promotion&lt;br /&gt;To every children seek we education&lt;br /&gt;To kill in our youths fraudulent passion&lt;br /&gt;And stop giving the world tension&lt;br /&gt;My dear Africa, pray for God’s compassion&lt;br /&gt;Together we can kill the spirit of desperation&lt;br /&gt;If we can dare to apply just a caution&lt;br /&gt;My dear Africa, stop the deception&lt;br /&gt;It will only bring us confusion&lt;br /&gt;If the world forgets us and gives no attention&lt;br /&gt;This time shall come except we do our correction&lt;br /&gt;Africa, tame yourself and stop the shameful gyration&lt;br /&gt;Never too late, we can start the preparation&lt;br /&gt;It’s never impossible, not a hopeless condition&lt;br /&gt;My dear Africa, let’s work towards the actualization&lt;br /&gt;If these can become a realization&lt;br /&gt;Then my Africa will come together in jubilation&lt;br /&gt;The world will join in the celebration&lt;br /&gt;Then Africa will have no complication&lt;br /&gt;And the world will watch us in admiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-1655074780991153495?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1655074780991153495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1655074780991153495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-africa.html' title='My Africa'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-1509719916076681434</id><published>2009-07-18T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:17:29.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Someday</title><content type='html'>My given talent someday will put food on my table&lt;br /&gt;The works of my hand will become so profitable&lt;br /&gt;Someday it will become so commendable&lt;br /&gt;Even though they call me unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;Very soon my work shall become so dependable&lt;br /&gt;I am not bothered if they find it unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;God has given me the grace to be capable&lt;br /&gt;Someday it will become so fashionable&lt;br /&gt;Poetry will become so palatable&lt;br /&gt;Its force in the universe will be so formidable&lt;br /&gt;For every event, it will be suitable&lt;br /&gt;Then, people will know that poetry is no fable&lt;br /&gt;Although this may not yet be understandable&lt;br /&gt;But someday, this will be generally acceptable&lt;br /&gt;Then you will agree that nothing is impossible&lt;br /&gt;Poets will become so inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams and hopes will never be breakable&lt;br /&gt;I will become a hero unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;I will heal the world and become undeniable&lt;br /&gt;The world will grow and become charitable&lt;br /&gt;Every book that has strong words will be readable&lt;br /&gt;Then my death to the universe will forever be memorable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-1509719916076681434?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1509719916076681434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1509719916076681434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/poetry-someday.html' title='Poetry Someday'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-8314869214471407044</id><published>2009-07-18T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:15:07.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEEPA!!!</title><content type='html'>So empty is the room, a love is lost&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what I feel? Everything is dust&lt;br /&gt;Tears are sweet, today I have the taste&lt;br /&gt;Today I wish love had a cost&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes not long, the man was here first&lt;br /&gt;He is a thief and stole all so fast&lt;br /&gt;I ignored everyone that called him not the best&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how we walked down the street&lt;br /&gt;Whispering words and passionately holding my wrist&lt;br /&gt;Who could have thought, all was just lust&lt;br /&gt;Am I his first victim or last?&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearted, hard to believe I have joined the list&lt;br /&gt;It was a relationship mama passionately detest&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn’t listen until the bomb finally blast&lt;br /&gt;Though a lesson is learnt at least&lt;br /&gt;To listen to parents before anything first&lt;br /&gt;If only you seek nothing but the best&lt;br /&gt;As a teenager who needs knowledge and skill to be vast&lt;br /&gt;Seeking love from men can still wait at least&lt;br /&gt;Hope young ones like me will read it and digestThat obedience is nothing but the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-8314869214471407044?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8314869214471407044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8314869214471407044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeepa.html' title='YEEPA!!!'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-2014353730965350868</id><published>2009-07-18T02:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:11:43.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CHOOSE</title><content type='html'>Every day is fresh and clean&lt;br /&gt;Every moment is a feeling of hope in the next&lt;br /&gt;Every hope is a quest for its reality&lt;br /&gt;Every opportunity could be grabbed and used&lt;br /&gt;Life could be sweet or sour&lt;br /&gt;But today, I choose the good against the bad&lt;br /&gt;I choose success against failure&lt;br /&gt;I choose ocean against stream&lt;br /&gt;I choose the sky against the ground&lt;br /&gt;I choose hard work with reward&lt;br /&gt;I choose joy in place of tears&lt;br /&gt;I choose the best in place of average&lt;br /&gt;I choose the almighty God in place of idols&lt;br /&gt;I choose wisdom in place of foolishness&lt;br /&gt;I choose life and fulfillment in place of death&lt;br /&gt;I am given the chance to choose&lt;br /&gt;Today and forever&lt;br /&gt;I choose excellence in all my ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-2014353730965350868?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/2014353730965350868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/2014353730965350868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-choose.html' title='I CHOOSE'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-4250618589081129989</id><published>2009-06-14T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:58:56.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>It took me miles to reach you&lt;br /&gt;Many years for me to meet you&lt;br /&gt;I shed tears to have love&lt;br /&gt;I felt pains to get close&lt;br /&gt;This is a dream of ages&lt;br /&gt;The story is on pages&lt;br /&gt;Love so real so scarce&lt;br /&gt;It’s never found in an easy source&lt;br /&gt;Finding love is a destiny&lt;br /&gt;It’s far above any learning&lt;br /&gt;Where love is absent&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is present&lt;br /&gt;Failure is possible&lt;br /&gt;Depression is inevitable&lt;br /&gt;But, today I touch my own love&lt;br /&gt;I am face to face with my destiny&lt;br /&gt;The joy I feel I can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;Even in my pocket no penny&lt;br /&gt;Although, it might sound funny&lt;br /&gt;But a destiny is fulfilled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-4250618589081129989?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/4250618589081129989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/4250618589081129989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-7707150916483942103</id><published>2009-05-15T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:41:34.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAME</title><content type='html'>Hope is locked up in the closet&lt;br /&gt;Breakthrough is pocketed deep inside some pockets&lt;br /&gt;Development is sat upon by some strange humans&lt;br /&gt;With sword innocent eyes are being plucked&lt;br /&gt;Stream no longer flow water but blood&lt;br /&gt;Young seeds no longer serve its planters&lt;br /&gt;But plucked by thieves to glorify their shame&lt;br /&gt;Here we see wealth but can’t behold&lt;br /&gt;We awaits hope not forthcoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we seek justice from the lawless&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the mercy of the heartless&lt;br /&gt;Trusted methods have failed in the hands of the distrusted&lt;br /&gt;Now we live in the mockery of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Our offspring have gone to serve in a strange land&lt;br /&gt;With a full grown hope in inhuman jobs&lt;br /&gt;Hope in the money given to deduct only feeding&lt;br /&gt;To immediately return back the rest in the name of utility bills&lt;br /&gt;Hope in the place where they are in total denial of love&lt;br /&gt;Total hope is in the self slavery that bring meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If blood flowing were sacrificial&lt;br /&gt;It’s enough to take away our reproach rather than adding&lt;br /&gt;Even though nature have given us everything richly&lt;br /&gt;But greediness of our hearts have defeated the gift&lt;br /&gt;Our shallow minds have led us astray&lt;br /&gt;We have spilled blood on nature&lt;br /&gt;Invited disaster to the land supposed to be peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now confusion lives everywhere with us&lt;br /&gt;Even the wicked have done so much evil&lt;br /&gt;That their lists are blank and totally in misery&lt;br /&gt;This is a reality that brings down tears&lt;br /&gt;Heavy slap on the face of an hopeless giant&lt;br /&gt;Shame! Shame!! Shame!!! I feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-7707150916483942103?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/7707150916483942103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/7707150916483942103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/05/shame.html' title='SHAME'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-6036777953531868174</id><published>2009-05-15T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:05:26.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REMEMBER</title><content type='html'>Yesterday’s wars and struggles gone&lt;br /&gt;The dropped down tears have dried up&lt;br /&gt;The downtrodden is now raised up&lt;br /&gt;Think about the tearfully planted seeds&lt;br /&gt;That have brought these fat proceeds&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten the co-runners of yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Who never completed the race to see today?&lt;br /&gt;Remember the strongholds before now&lt;br /&gt;What about the sleepless long nights?&lt;br /&gt;The wet days under Eko Bridge?&lt;br /&gt;Think about the lonely path toured&lt;br /&gt;So soon forgotten how the story goes&lt;br /&gt;Remember the hell before the help&lt;br /&gt;The thirst, hunger, homelessness&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget your transition between then and now&lt;br /&gt;Someone somewhere is wearing your formal shoe&lt;br /&gt;Extend a help for a difference!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-6036777953531868174?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/6036777953531868174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/6036777953531868174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/05/remember.html' title='REMEMBER'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-8106364496716921356</id><published>2009-05-15T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:04:23.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PROUD</title><content type='html'>Head high like a gigantic storey building&lt;br /&gt;All others are ordinary ground&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the hood&lt;br /&gt;Singing himself songs of praise and adoration&lt;br /&gt;He is the only custodian of wealth&lt;br /&gt;His wisdom surpasses others&lt;br /&gt;In his eyes he remains the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who dares question his authority?&lt;br /&gt;All heads must bow to his majesty&lt;br /&gt;His words to others are destructive weapons&lt;br /&gt;To him, destinies mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;His heart fully hardened&lt;br /&gt;Only his life means something&lt;br /&gt;His life, the pride, his doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of his incomparable wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Full of crisis is his household&lt;br /&gt;Wealth is his wall of security&lt;br /&gt;Evil people are indeed proud and arrogant&lt;br /&gt;Gathered wealth through evil means&lt;br /&gt;Fattest offering for shutting up reward&lt;br /&gt;If only he can accept he’s foolish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at last,&lt;br /&gt;Who is always in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;Who argues and fight?&lt;br /&gt;Who has cuts and bruises?&lt;br /&gt;Whose eyes are red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom brings strength not weakness&lt;br /&gt;With, battles are won diligently&lt;br /&gt;But a life void of wisdom of God&lt;br /&gt;Purely nothing but a shattered life&lt;br /&gt;If only we can plead for wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Put away our destructive pride&lt;br /&gt;Remembering wealth and honor forever never&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-8106364496716921356?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8106364496716921356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8106364496716921356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/05/proud.html' title='THE PROUD'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-1354512564553259621</id><published>2009-05-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:02:03.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAYS OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>DAYS OF MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days of my life seems endless but countable&lt;br /&gt;These days I have, only God is my witness&lt;br /&gt;The days of my life only God I trust&lt;br /&gt;The days of my life only God I know&lt;br /&gt;Of the things I do in my days&lt;br /&gt;To the knowledge of God almighty alone&lt;br /&gt;God, the only consolation in times of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness that outlast my bitterness&lt;br /&gt;The days of my life, all my hope is in God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE is my life long inspiration&lt;br /&gt;His voice so loud that storms obey&lt;br /&gt;His arms so long that I am never sunk&lt;br /&gt;The days of life, purely the grace of God&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my sinful life has brought shame&lt;br /&gt;Hindering me from walking tall amidst peers&lt;br /&gt;For these days, God forgave me to walk tall again&lt;br /&gt;The days of my life I realize I need only God&lt;br /&gt;So much more than He ever needed me&lt;br /&gt;So much loneliness, only God makes the difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unspeakable moments that only God understands&lt;br /&gt;My life, my faith, my hope, my GOD&lt;br /&gt;The living words in my life&lt;br /&gt;My God, the comforting truth&lt;br /&gt;The voice that silenced the storms&lt;br /&gt;The hope of the just&lt;br /&gt;The refuge of the forsaken&lt;br /&gt;Everything, the origin of&lt;br /&gt;The salvation awaiting sinners&lt;br /&gt;For all the days of my life&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever forget you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-1354512564553259621?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1354512564553259621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1354512564553259621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-of-my-life.html' title='DAYS OF MY LIFE'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-6038169899255685611</id><published>2009-04-15T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:42:57.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITE PAP</title><content type='html'>White pap from the black clayed pot&lt;br /&gt;Mouth wide opened to what seems impossible&lt;br /&gt;The shame has brought forth the glory&lt;br /&gt;The glory unable to forget the shame&lt;br /&gt;The heavy stain on the face of a King&lt;br /&gt;The unspeakable story of a gem&lt;br /&gt;Yet the King must stand tall&lt;br /&gt;And look the world in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yet the King emerged&lt;br /&gt;From the very black and forsaken pot&lt;br /&gt;Back then, a promise has been broken&lt;br /&gt;A lie has been said&lt;br /&gt;A step has been mistaken&lt;br /&gt;Some words has been misused&lt;br /&gt;All of these, the black clayed pot did&lt;br /&gt;Yet it brought forth the white pap&lt;br /&gt;Eko fifun from ikoko dudu&lt;br /&gt;I am the unstoppable force of my time&lt;br /&gt;Unregretable offspring of the land&lt;br /&gt;I am the proud son of Africa&lt;br /&gt;With boundless talents to face the world&lt;br /&gt;Unbroken will to walk in the moon&lt;br /&gt;I have no shame to introduce my identity&lt;br /&gt;I am a black man with good manners&lt;br /&gt;Black skin and hair color&lt;br /&gt;Strong and healthy physique&lt;br /&gt;Good day ladies and gentle men&lt;br /&gt;I am from Africa, precisely Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;The land of peace and abundance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-6038169899255685611?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/6038169899255685611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/6038169899255685611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/04/white-pap.html' title='WHITE PAP'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-8665219655935313795</id><published>2009-03-30T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:54:31.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY YOU ....</title><content type='html'>I have seen real love in you&lt;br /&gt;I have visited the moon with you&lt;br /&gt;I have toured the universe through you&lt;br /&gt;And I am yet to see a greater miracle&lt;br /&gt;I have seen us in a perfect dream&lt;br /&gt;Only you bring me up when I am down&lt;br /&gt;When you touch my lips you touch me right&lt;br /&gt;I feel pains disappear&lt;br /&gt;You make me weak and wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed the moon in a million times&lt;br /&gt;There is no limit in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You did things love never did&lt;br /&gt;Even though life is no fun so many times&lt;br /&gt;But in you I have found a worthy life&lt;br /&gt;Now I am crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;But still I haven’t seen anything&lt;br /&gt;That makes me cry like you do&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bed of roses with you&lt;br /&gt;And in roses thorns live too&lt;br /&gt;You remain my number one baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-8665219655935313795?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8665219655935313795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8665219655935313795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/03/only-you.html' title='ONLY YOU ....'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-8097348659250580320</id><published>2009-03-18T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:57:07.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY .......</title><content type='html'>TODAY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was born&lt;br /&gt;Today was the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Today that virtuous woman sighted me&lt;br /&gt;Today that woman cried to have me here&lt;br /&gt;Today she bared it all for me&lt;br /&gt;Today I came from the world above&lt;br /&gt;To bear witness to the greatness of my creator&lt;br /&gt;Today I was welcome&lt;br /&gt;Today they all felt the need to touch me&lt;br /&gt;Today I was innocent&lt;br /&gt;Today I was guiltless&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am grown&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of desires&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on the trials&lt;br /&gt;I search for the inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep alive my ambition&lt;br /&gt;Today, a day to reflect&lt;br /&gt;Over the things I expect&lt;br /&gt;Strongly, God I respect&lt;br /&gt;I have a life impossible to oppose&lt;br /&gt;Because my life is for a purpose&lt;br /&gt;Even though I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Never will I fumble&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to settle for less&lt;br /&gt;Mountain High River deep regardless&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to God today and forever&lt;br /&gt;Today has always been a blessing&lt;br /&gt;Why will I not sing?&lt;br /&gt;My journey started today&lt;br /&gt;I was born today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-8097348659250580320?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8097348659250580320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8097348659250580320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='TODAY .......'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-6456616705215233958</id><published>2009-03-07T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T02:36:51.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black morning</title><content type='html'>How can he leave me speechless?&lt;br /&gt;Why did he leave me helpless?&lt;br /&gt;Now he’s gone under the ground&lt;br /&gt;He’s put my joy on a hold&lt;br /&gt;Until i am again bold&lt;br /&gt;All of these untold&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeds for a lost love&lt;br /&gt;The sun now after him&lt;br /&gt;The moon now he can’t see&lt;br /&gt;Now cock crows he hears not&lt;br /&gt;He’s gone to return no more&lt;br /&gt;As short as life is&lt;br /&gt;Never knew so his&lt;br /&gt;What I feel now is fears&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes drop bitter tears&lt;br /&gt;We have seen seasons together&lt;br /&gt;What happened to all we planted?&lt;br /&gt;The fruits he couldn’t wait to gather&lt;br /&gt;What about the dreams&lt;br /&gt;The passion&lt;br /&gt;The fire&lt;br /&gt;The desire&lt;br /&gt;The determination&lt;br /&gt;The zeal&lt;br /&gt;The hopes&lt;br /&gt;What happened to them?&lt;br /&gt;The future have vanished with today&lt;br /&gt;This black gloomy morning&lt;br /&gt;This morning&lt;br /&gt;Brought me mourning&lt;br /&gt;I cry for a friend&lt;br /&gt;With a heart so heavy&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend&lt;br /&gt;You had a life&lt;br /&gt;You had a laugh&lt;br /&gt;But you had it not long&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you&lt;br /&gt;Tobiloba odeyemi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-6456616705215233958?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/6456616705215233958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/6456616705215233958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-morning.html' title='Black morning'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-7552784860642731308</id><published>2009-03-01T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:35:01.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE DIES</title><content type='html'>Your pride and music ended here&lt;br /&gt;In the world of the dead&lt;br /&gt;Worms are your blanket&lt;br /&gt;Maggots are your bed&lt;br /&gt;Now you have eternally fallen&lt;br /&gt;You have brought down lives&lt;br /&gt;Now you are brought down yourself&lt;br /&gt;Now you are deep in the land of the dead&lt;br /&gt;Those who see you now will ask&lt;br /&gt;So this man is not this more than?&lt;br /&gt;This man who made the world trembles?&lt;br /&gt;And shook up kingdoms?&lt;br /&gt;This man who put innocent ones in prison?&lt;br /&gt;And refuse to let them go alive?&lt;br /&gt;You have murdered many&lt;br /&gt;You delighted so much in evil&lt;br /&gt;Now your family will be forgotten forever&lt;br /&gt;And your sons will pay the crimes you committed&lt;br /&gt;They won’t ever be called a leader&lt;br /&gt;At last&lt;br /&gt;The wicked man dies&lt;br /&gt;Relief to many lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-7552784860642731308?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/7552784860642731308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/7552784860642731308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-dies.html' title='HE DIES'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-8569739387099222170</id><published>2009-03-01T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:30:14.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I RISE</title><content type='html'>The day was dawn on me&lt;br /&gt;The sun came on me&lt;br /&gt;The rain has fallen on me&lt;br /&gt;Now the sun, slowly giving a way to the evening&lt;br /&gt;Here I have been sitting&lt;br /&gt;Eluded with gifts and talents so raw&lt;br /&gt;My lips are dried away of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and speak to the sun and moon&lt;br /&gt;Telling how lofty the dreams I have&lt;br /&gt;The moon must have been tired listening to my stories&lt;br /&gt;Of dreams never come true&lt;br /&gt;The day keeps coming in and going away&lt;br /&gt;My bones keep getting older and frail&lt;br /&gt;Still unable to fulfill the mission&lt;br /&gt;My passion lives here in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;The vision gets blur each day&lt;br /&gt;The older, the more, the prizes&lt;br /&gt;Yet it’s only a life here&lt;br /&gt;I can’t ask for more life&lt;br /&gt;But I can ask for real grace&lt;br /&gt;Now I rise&lt;br /&gt;Now I go to ask the moon&lt;br /&gt;Ask the stars, the sun&lt;br /&gt;Even ask the birds&lt;br /&gt;Because my place is up there&lt;br /&gt;Up there where they live&lt;br /&gt;I have been here for too long&lt;br /&gt;Let me go ask and learn the way&lt;br /&gt;I rise to go pay the prize&lt;br /&gt;Now I quit the gaze&lt;br /&gt;I want to run a race&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-8569739387099222170?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8569739387099222170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8569739387099222170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-rise.html' title='I RISE'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-2499270213023292901</id><published>2009-02-24T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:49:46.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN</title><content type='html'>I shall labor to earn a living&lt;br /&gt;I shall tilt the ground alone&lt;br /&gt;Yet I shall eat the yam the least&lt;br /&gt;I shall run the race to win&lt;br /&gt;But the glory I shall bring home to give&lt;br /&gt;If I am to bear a MAN&lt;br /&gt;For years back I have been planting&lt;br /&gt;Back home they wait confidently for the harvest&lt;br /&gt;You will reap whatever you sow&lt;br /&gt;I have been hearing that since when I was a child&lt;br /&gt;But what happens to it after reaping?&lt;br /&gt;They will always come eating&lt;br /&gt;If I am to be called a MAN&lt;br /&gt;I have to love and tolerate a woman&lt;br /&gt;My heart has to be big enough&lt;br /&gt;Peace loving&lt;br /&gt;If I am to be called a husband&lt;br /&gt;In the still of the night&lt;br /&gt;Regardless the laboring of the day&lt;br /&gt;The work goes on&lt;br /&gt;If someday I am to be called a father&lt;br /&gt;But that is not even enough&lt;br /&gt;I have to work harder still&lt;br /&gt;If I am to be called a SON, MAN, HUSBAND AND FATHER&lt;br /&gt;In this world of hustling&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help to stop struggling&lt;br /&gt;If I want to keep leading&lt;br /&gt;I realize success is not an option&lt;br /&gt;It becomes priority for the man with mission&lt;br /&gt;A MAN is responsible for things&lt;br /&gt;But when he seize to be responsible&lt;br /&gt;He’s sold out all his primary missions of life&lt;br /&gt;He becomes a man that can’t man&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are a MAN?&lt;br /&gt;Are you aspiring to be a MAN?&lt;br /&gt;Then, work out to shine out the man in you&lt;br /&gt;I have found in me the MAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-2499270213023292901?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/2499270213023292901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/2499270213023292901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/man.html' title='MAN'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-4531515905920468435</id><published>2009-02-17T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:49:15.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLUWADAMILARE</title><content type='html'>I was lost in a world of lust&lt;br /&gt;Tracing back steps became so hard&lt;br /&gt;End seems right here in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Whom do I call for a rescue?&lt;br /&gt;How do I speak out to my helper?&lt;br /&gt;My voice as good as that of a dumb&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly something happened&lt;br /&gt;Just on my to a suicide mission&lt;br /&gt;Something so awesome to neither estimate nor evaluate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing left my mouth opened&lt;br /&gt;It left my body shivering&lt;br /&gt;OLUWADAMILARE&lt;br /&gt;I was rejected and condemned but ……&lt;br /&gt;OLUWADAMILARE&lt;br /&gt;I was gentle and kind but&lt;br /&gt;They were wicked and mean&lt;br /&gt;I was straight and truthful but&lt;br /&gt;They were cunning and deceptive&lt;br /&gt;But look at me now..&lt;br /&gt;OLUWADAMILARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been abused and harassed but now&lt;br /&gt;OLUWADAMILARE&lt;br /&gt;I have said things, done things unacceptable but now&lt;br /&gt;OLUWADAMILARE&lt;br /&gt;This is me that have bitterly wept but now&lt;br /&gt;OLUWADAMILARE&lt;br /&gt;I have made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I have been refused love and forgiveness severally but now&lt;br /&gt;OLUWADAMILARE&lt;br /&gt;My life has been a mixture but at last&lt;br /&gt;OLUWADAMILARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a full grown woman&lt;br /&gt;Very confident and hardworking&lt;br /&gt;A young girl whose life seems wrong back then&lt;br /&gt;Whose hope seems frail&lt;br /&gt;Whose future seems broken and empty&lt;br /&gt;Here I am above all the complications&lt;br /&gt;Above all my foolishness and difficulties&lt;br /&gt;OLUWADAMILARE&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about my wisdom&lt;br /&gt;What I get is a pure divine favor&lt;br /&gt;Mercy, love, and divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;It’s far beyond my comprehension&lt;br /&gt;OLUWADAMILARE&lt;br /&gt;(GOD VINDICATED ME)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-4531515905920468435?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/4531515905920468435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/4531515905920468435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/oluwadamilare.html' title='OLUWADAMILARE'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-655319436544491735</id><published>2009-02-07T14:30:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:33:31.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine loneliness</title><content type='html'>Across the table he sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Gulping his wine as if running a race&lt;br /&gt;Staring into the very empty space&lt;br /&gt;Leaving people to ponder what&lt;br /&gt;Is coming from the space&lt;br /&gt;With a feeling of jittery and dissatisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Love have dumped him in the cold&lt;br /&gt;No one to love and hold&lt;br /&gt;Very pathetic the story she told&lt;br /&gt;She’s gone with a man that can spend&lt;br /&gt;Oh, its true big girls don’t send&lt;br /&gt;Only bills they care to offset&lt;br /&gt;They run when there is nothing to get&lt;br /&gt;So sorry, but you couldn’t meet the target&lt;br /&gt;She has to go get the better&lt;br /&gt;Valentine comes only once in a year&lt;br /&gt;She couldn’t afford to spend the day with a yell&lt;br /&gt;She will be back when your seeds yield&lt;br /&gt;But too fragile to help you tilt the field&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let this kill your spirit&lt;br /&gt;when money come, love will be right&lt;br /&gt;valentine will be sweet and tight&lt;br /&gt;she will be steady and ready&lt;br /&gt;when the soup becomes sweety and meaty&lt;br /&gt;she will be loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;unable to live without your cuddling&lt;br /&gt;but today you are alone in this your thinking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-655319436544491735?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/655319436544491735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/655319436544491735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-loneliness.html' title='Valentine loneliness'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-6878646586320349649</id><published>2009-02-06T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:36:55.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET VENGEANCE</title><content type='html'>Today, you will go tell your peers&lt;br /&gt;That never will you pierce&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am ease of my own pain&lt;br /&gt;So happy, I have given you the gain&lt;br /&gt;Tell them your evil deal&lt;br /&gt;I have brought you the evil meal&lt;br /&gt;I know you always feel brave&lt;br /&gt;But never in this grave&lt;br /&gt;The deceptive kisses you gave&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t even save&lt;br /&gt;Nor help your freely oozing out blood&lt;br /&gt;Even this knife feel fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;For the privilege to suck your wicked blood&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be more fulfilling&lt;br /&gt;Than seeing this gory end&lt;br /&gt;Right in the palms of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Nothing as sweet as this sweet vengeance&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry you couldn’t live to witness&lt;br /&gt;The entire story told the world about your mess&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you tell the unborn&lt;br /&gt;That you meet on your way home&lt;br /&gt;That it gets bloody, so bloody&lt;br /&gt;When you toy with a blackened heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-6878646586320349649?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/6878646586320349649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/6878646586320349649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-vengeance.html' title='SWEET VENGEANCE'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-7499410239696667385</id><published>2009-01-31T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:40:03.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON'T SHUT THE DOOR !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how can i say goodbye to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where will this courage comes from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you were all i could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when the turbulent seems endless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when the pains promised death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when the joy was stolen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when my neighbour wouldn't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;were you not the one that came?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that was all yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today's come with changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;trying to push her away from the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;strangling me to say bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if i dare say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how do i pay back her deeds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;her words have pushed me this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;her tears have changed my evil ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;her prayers have healed my wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;let the world greatest stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;let that man of wisdom speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh ! let him teach me how to talk it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how to stand tall and look her in the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;without a blink in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;without a conscience in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and without any descretion inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tell this woman it's over !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time has come to make use of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she says "endurance is needed to succeed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes,the time has come to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i won't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so that i won't say bye to good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here we will stand the storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;run and win the race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i fail to shut the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i won't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-7499410239696667385?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-5153665109089781743</id><published>2009-01-31T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:47:33.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry for them,truths for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;imagine my own life,just a story to many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many truths about my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melody songs to listeners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my life,a song on many lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see them dancing to my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! they call it a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people call it ordinary work of art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my entire world on paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what they see is just poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying critics from their own worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards it is only a written piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is who i am,you are and they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this written piece we are all found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a world of you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making sense to different of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in our own very different way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it is our own world of difference &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-5153665109089781743?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5153665109089781743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/poetry-for-themtruths-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5153665109089781743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5153665109089781743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/poetry-for-themtruths-for-me.html' title='Poetry for them,truths for me'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-5366578781673746915</id><published>2009-01-22T14:39:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:12:10.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY INTERNET FRIEND !</title><content type='html'>His smiles from the miles&lt;br /&gt;The feeling so near&lt;br /&gt;The friendship so real&lt;br /&gt;Eyes unable to see each other&lt;br /&gt;Yet my joy his joy&lt;br /&gt;In my fears he assures&lt;br /&gt;In my success he rejoices&lt;br /&gt;In my pains he cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His advice so meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Filling in deep emptiness&lt;br /&gt;His words heal faster&lt;br /&gt;Unseen and well known fellow&lt;br /&gt;Technology have made us known&lt;br /&gt;Minds similarities the major bond&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence our common factors&lt;br /&gt;Prosperity the goal we pursue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together flock birds of the same feathers&lt;br /&gt;I have found a companion in you&lt;br /&gt;My unseen internet friendship&lt;br /&gt;You are among the genius we await&lt;br /&gt;Our generation needs you and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-5366578781673746915?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5366578781673746915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-internet-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5366578781673746915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5366578781673746915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-internet-friend.html' title='MY INTERNET FRIEND !'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-1129903804116641199</id><published>2009-01-12T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:08:57.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A LIFE !</title><content type='html'>It is a life seems loaded&lt;br /&gt;With many things gliterring like forever&lt;br /&gt;Deceit becomes the carpet of the room&lt;br /&gt;With its length seems endless&lt;br /&gt;And the thinker becomes eluded with&lt;br /&gt;What is life all about afterall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the players playing the game of&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain ending and reward&lt;br /&gt;Never bother to know where&lt;br /&gt;The life comes from and goes&lt;br /&gt;Even with different faces that&lt;br /&gt;looks like so unknown&lt;br /&gt;What a life of unanswered questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unspeakable fear of the minute next&lt;br /&gt;Each one keeping secrets of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Smiling out a sorrow so deep&lt;br /&gt;Pretending all is well with&lt;br /&gt;Everything wrong and frightening&lt;br /&gt;feeling lonely amidst thousands of human&lt;br /&gt;living poorly amidst of diamonds&lt;br /&gt;it is indeed a life of ours !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet,the right hand,the criminal u curse&lt;br /&gt;but because you have to keep your&lt;br /&gt;two hands together it remains your&lt;br /&gt;friend unable to live without&lt;br /&gt;is that not a life enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems options full for all&lt;br /&gt;Yet it’s so empty with hands&lt;br /&gt;Held tight and mouth sealed&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries so strange and heavy&lt;br /&gt;What a life live we ! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-1129903804116641199?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1129903804116641199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1129903804116641199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1129903804116641199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-life.html' title='WHAT A LIFE !'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-5863250385739382745</id><published>2009-01-10T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:06:27.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Admirer ......</title><content type='html'>When I face the front&lt;br /&gt;He steals a look&lt;br /&gt;When I laughed,&lt;br /&gt;His soul smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am not happy&lt;br /&gt;His mood changes&lt;br /&gt;When he’s asked if he knows me&lt;br /&gt;He said never saw me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He’s asked if he likes me&lt;br /&gt;He said he’s unsure&lt;br /&gt; He’s asked if he wants me&lt;br /&gt;He said somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Secret admirer&lt;br /&gt;I caught u a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Today is too late to deny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-5863250385739382745?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5863250385739382745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/secret-admirer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5863250385739382745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5863250385739382745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/secret-admirer.html' title='Secret Admirer ......'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-1487496823324621320</id><published>2009-01-05T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:15:47.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE</title><content type='html'>HE&lt;br /&gt;He’s smiled and laughed&lt;br /&gt;He’s sang and dance&lt;br /&gt;He’s stumble and trembled&lt;br /&gt;He’s been trusted and entrusted&lt;br /&gt;He’s whispered and talked&lt;br /&gt;He’s touched and kissed&lt;br /&gt;He’s been given and taken&lt;br /&gt;He’s been loved and cherished&lt;br /&gt;He’s been respected and adored&lt;br /&gt;He’s been wanted and needed&lt;br /&gt;He’s been my friend and confidant&lt;br /&gt;He’s been the centre of my attraction&lt;br /&gt;He’s been my standing ovation&lt;br /&gt;He’s come and gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-1487496823324621320?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1487496823324621320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/he.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1487496823324621320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1487496823324621320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/he.html' title='HE'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-529059610602312913</id><published>2008-12-31T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:17:06.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT MORE CAN I ASK FOR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this already built duplex with water non-stop&lt;br /&gt;the faintly blue sky the roof over my head&lt;br /&gt;my body mist never dry out for once&lt;br /&gt;my hair lock more natural than the born dada&lt;br /&gt;naturally endowed with slim bones&lt;br /&gt;inside idumota market my mother works&lt;br /&gt;under this ground my brother lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside these eyes lie frustration and uncertainties&lt;br /&gt;father has been given a governmental burial&lt;br /&gt;nights have passed with no meal to uncover this mouth&lt;br /&gt;mama is so proud of her lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;her look, the introduction of her entire life&lt;br /&gt;imagine this life,what more can i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here nights are too short to dream a dream&lt;br /&gt;here we celebrate the dead the living we mourn&lt;br /&gt;here we don't talk,we shout&lt;br /&gt;here we are never sick,we die&lt;br /&gt;here we live in group and feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;here we bear children we never fed&lt;br /&gt;here what more can i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we don't walk, we run, jump and fly&lt;br /&gt;here we are sure of a thing......&lt;br /&gt;government won't leave the rotten body&lt;br /&gt;the body will lay somewhere ....&lt;br /&gt;....somewhere when the soul is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when dreams become so hard to dream&lt;br /&gt;..... hope too frail to lay hold of&lt;br /&gt;...... love too weak to lean on&lt;br /&gt;......life's too hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;.... creator too busy to help&lt;br /&gt;what more can i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the living we live here&lt;br /&gt;the language we speak here&lt;br /&gt;we are all insane here&lt;br /&gt;everyone minding his madness&lt;br /&gt;many words in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;no ear to hear my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone wearing their multi colour&lt;br /&gt;suffering atires well fashioned out&lt;br /&gt;many pregnant with his stories&lt;br /&gt;but so sure of a befitting end&lt;br /&gt;the great relief from a great pain&lt;br /&gt;what more can i ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-529059610602312913?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-7035466677124127618</id><published>2008-12-27T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:22:52.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IA MY VILLAGE ...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my Village ......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush and bamboo built huts&lt;br /&gt;With the rich mud made houses&lt;br /&gt;Stream sharing territory with people&lt;br /&gt;Naked children happily running down the street&lt;br /&gt;Clayed pot on the head to fetch water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students bare footed to their only village school&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to help papa tilt the ground&lt;br /&gt;Super came in a big round calabash&lt;br /&gt;Each cutting their various sizes to swallow&lt;br /&gt;These children sitting round the evening Atupa&lt;br /&gt;Only to hear tortoise stories and traditional&lt;br /&gt;Beliefs and values&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama continiously teaching them a lifetime morals&lt;br /&gt;Planting in them the tree that withers never&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly my village&lt;br /&gt;Very tattered village with uncivilized inhabitants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........my village now king's court&lt;br /&gt;The home of the mighty and dignitaries&lt;br /&gt;Its offsprings representing in all fields and countries&lt;br /&gt;Smooth drive through roads with street lights&lt;br /&gt;Ultra modern mansions and infrastructures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centre of attractions for citizens and foreigners&lt;br /&gt;Well equiped schools confusing mama to choose&lt;br /&gt;This is my beloved village now&lt;br /&gt;Where i was conceived,born and raised&lt;br /&gt;Where i was humbly born with a wooden spoon&lt;br /&gt;With boundless talents and intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This village has brought forth great men&lt;br /&gt;Successful and morally standard fellows&lt;br /&gt;Submissive wives and loving husbands&lt;br /&gt;Very examplary leaders and obedient followers&lt;br /&gt;Ilara-mokin, ondo state, Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As small as you are, you have it all proudly&lt;br /&gt;This is my root, my village&lt;br /&gt;Ilara-mokin is the name&lt;br /&gt;The proud home of superstars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-7035466677124127618?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7035466677124127618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-my-village.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;the song that i hear&lt;br /&gt;the one that i dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joy that i know&lt;br /&gt;the peace that i have&lt;br /&gt;The man that i know&lt;br /&gt;the one that i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man that i need&lt;br /&gt;the one that i have&lt;br /&gt;this is my crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my husband&lt;br /&gt;this is my breath&lt;br /&gt;i love my husband&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-8069470318780332747?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8069470318780332747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8069470318780332747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8069470318780332747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-my-husband.html' title='i love my husband'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-5133682014880160672</id><published>2008-12-23T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:43:09.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your God this fair?</title><content type='html'>Look at me here almost at the end&lt;br /&gt;Of this very wide ocean called year&lt;br /&gt;How did i make it to this point?&lt;br /&gt;This is surely not my power nor might&lt;br /&gt;It could have been only one man&lt;br /&gt;Favouring me in all ways this year&lt;br /&gt;Paving me ways inside this deep wide ocean&lt;br /&gt;Provided me with floater&lt;br /&gt;Rendered the aqua harmful beings powerless&lt;br /&gt;How He had done it for me is unknown&lt;br /&gt;And for someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;Guiding me through my sailing period&lt;br /&gt;You are my God forever i promise&lt;br /&gt;Lesser gods have failed over me&lt;br /&gt;Manmaid gods wouldn't have helped me&lt;br /&gt;My gold and diamonds wouldn't have matter&lt;br /&gt;In this ocean many have passed out the breath&lt;br /&gt;Some in the beginning,some middle&lt;br /&gt;And even at the very end&lt;br /&gt;Here iam using this hand that have failed many&lt;br /&gt;To write my story and appreciation of my God&lt;br /&gt;Thanking Him for an accomplished mission&lt;br /&gt;For a gift so priceless and inestimable&lt;br /&gt;A visit to any hospital will convince you&lt;br /&gt;And even checking out the morgue will further assist&lt;br /&gt;To estimate and value this gift of life&lt;br /&gt;The gari that you drink is as a result of the mouth that you have&lt;br /&gt;Yet that mouth won't say thank you !&lt;br /&gt;But wallowing in complaints and excuses&lt;br /&gt;As for me i have determined to thank God&lt;br /&gt;For so long ago even in my grave&lt;br /&gt;Because this is the only God i have come to know&lt;br /&gt;The God that was with me in my mother's womb&lt;br /&gt;With me when i was born&lt;br /&gt;With me amidst of storms and turmoil&lt;br /&gt;With me in my pains and pleasure&lt;br /&gt;With me in danger and safety&lt;br /&gt;With me when friends rejected and accepted me&lt;br /&gt;With me when i lack and have abundance&lt;br /&gt;With me when i fall and rise&lt;br /&gt;With me when i started this year and ended it&lt;br /&gt;This is my God,always with me in every condition&lt;br /&gt;This is the only man i ever needed&lt;br /&gt;All other man i could do without !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-5133682014880160672?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5133682014880160672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-your-god-this-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5133682014880160672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5133682014880160672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-your-god-this-fair.html' title='Is your God this fair?'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-8723017380530494636</id><published>2008-12-16T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:44:07.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYMPTOMS OF A FAILURE</title><content type='html'>SYMPTOMS OF A FAILURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he closes his eyes in sleep&lt;br /&gt;He sees everything in clear images&lt;br /&gt;He imagine great successes&lt;br /&gt;He live a complete life&lt;br /&gt;He has great ideas that can move toughest and highest mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He solves every problems&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to face his stagnant life&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to face it all for dreams to come alive&lt;br /&gt;Living a life of fantasy and imagination&lt;br /&gt;Wallowing in excuses and bitterness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding every risks of life&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting that life itself is a big risk&lt;br /&gt;These are symptoms of a failure&lt;br /&gt;He simply live a life of no purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet he believes he has a dream&lt;br /&gt;That someday will come real&lt;br /&gt;And miserably waiting for an impossible change but&lt;br /&gt;Only a step forward can set him free!! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-8723017380530494636?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8723017380530494636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-3038374167036278536</id><published>2008-12-16T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:47:16.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU MUST LOVE ME .......</title><content type='html'>IF YOU MUST LOVE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must love me&lt;br /&gt;Let it be for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Except for love’s sake only,&lt;br /&gt;Do not say&lt;br /&gt;“I love her for her smile, her look, her way of speaking gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a trick of thought that&lt;br /&gt;Falls in well with mine&lt;br /&gt;A sense of pleasant ease on such day”&lt;br /&gt;For these things in themselves,&lt;br /&gt;beloved, may be changed or change for thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love’s so right may go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Neither love me for your own dear&lt;br /&gt;Pity’s wiping my cheeks dry&lt;br /&gt;A creature might forget to weep&lt;br /&gt;After a long uninterrupted comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love me for love’s sake&lt;br /&gt;That ever more you may love me on&lt;br /&gt;Through love’s eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-3038374167036278536?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3038374167036278536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-must-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/3038374167036278536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/3038374167036278536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-must-love-me.html' title='IF YOU MUST LOVE ME .......'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-3267119714340578658</id><published>2008-12-16T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:55:35.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FOOLISH WISDOM</title><content type='html'>MY FOOLISH WISDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was young, i had alot of dreams&lt;br /&gt;With possibilities in them all&lt;br /&gt;Because i was young and believe in God alone&lt;br /&gt;But as i grow older i became wise in my own eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became logical and reasonable&lt;br /&gt;I become a mathetician&lt;br /&gt;I calculate the possibilities of all those dreams&lt;br /&gt;I judged them with my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And felt some dreams are too big to come true&lt;br /&gt;Yet i am only been foolish&lt;br /&gt;Because i was born in impossibilities&lt;br /&gt;Grown amidst of complications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still living amidst of storms&lt;br /&gt;Yet it never occured to me that my dream could survive&lt;br /&gt;Just the way i survived&lt;br /&gt;I become the God of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the role of my creator&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about what is possible and what is not&lt;br /&gt;When how i come to be is not even known to me&lt;br /&gt;But yet i exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is  my foolish wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to me my wisdom is worst than the foolishness&lt;br /&gt;Of God that is, if He is ever in any way&lt;br /&gt;But i use my discretion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My discretion is my doom&lt;br /&gt;This is how a life that doesn't trust God looks&lt;br /&gt;A life that doesnt have CHRIST always have CRISIS&lt;br /&gt;HIS ways are beyond our discretion&lt;br /&gt;All we need is to TRUST and OBEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-3267119714340578658?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3267119714340578658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-foolish-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/3267119714340578658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/3267119714340578658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-foolish-wisdom.html' title='MY FOOLISH WISDOM'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-4030781077188007744</id><published>2008-12-16T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:00:50.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROSTITUTION</title><content type='html'>PROSTITUTION&lt;br /&gt;This once baby body of innocense&lt;br /&gt;Glittering of oil mother rub&lt;br /&gt;With a feel of softeness and tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Bringing out truthful wishes&lt;br /&gt;From young and old wrinkle lips&lt;br /&gt;Causing heads turned and eyes unblink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the public trading store&lt;br /&gt;The ground dumping of different&lt;br /&gt;Dirts and fluid that stink&lt;br /&gt;Now the body that lips rebuke&lt;br /&gt;Saying it’s a curse to womanhood&lt;br /&gt;Yet it’s only a survival means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A force to keep me moving&lt;br /&gt;When empty space is all i see&lt;br /&gt;Living me wit the dashed of my&lt;br /&gt;formal hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;this is a path i got into&lt;br /&gt;thinking it’s an altenative to&lt;br /&gt;my shattered hopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now can i stand this shame?&lt;br /&gt;The hidden trade of no value&lt;br /&gt;The trade that mama curse so much&lt;br /&gt;The pain that can kill a mother&lt;br /&gt;Yet the gossips won’t stop&lt;br /&gt;how do i explain to womanhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about dignity and morals?&lt;br /&gt;Where have they gone to so soon?&lt;br /&gt;Early days of my life&lt;br /&gt;A torn shirt is a shame i fear&lt;br /&gt;Now my penny i buy rags wit&lt;br /&gt;Because this is a fashion that&lt;br /&gt;Create awareness of my service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamelessness some call it&lt;br /&gt;Sex hawking another rightful view&lt;br /&gt;But PROSTITUTION is a name&lt;br /&gt;That rings bell that even the deaf hear&lt;br /&gt;Yet this survival have come to me&lt;br /&gt;Fully accompanied with diseases&lt;br /&gt;That i never knew nor heard before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside filled of me feelings of failure&lt;br /&gt;Preventing me from walking tall&lt;br /&gt;survival that i laid it all down for&lt;br /&gt;unable to save me from my doom&lt;br /&gt;only left me with regrets and shame&lt;br /&gt;what a trade of total loss !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROSTITUTION is the trade&lt;br /&gt;I broke all the rules of decency&lt;br /&gt;And earned all the ills of life !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-4030781077188007744?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-5203758339950833917</id><published>2008-12-16T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:07:46.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved by an Hunter</title><content type='html'>LOVED BY AN HUNTER&lt;br /&gt;Is this love you are giving or loss?&lt;br /&gt;Whispering to me how empty you are?&lt;br /&gt;If ever fly away without a trace?&lt;br /&gt;That was only few weeks back&lt;br /&gt;Gently touching my tender heart&lt;br /&gt;With words so strong to ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender kisses where have you all gone?&lt;br /&gt;Beach game and romance gone all&lt;br /&gt;With the waves of the beach and wind&lt;br /&gt;The endlessly seems fun have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;This once light heart is too heavy now&lt;br /&gt;Feeling heart could tear out this skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is that love so soothing?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the rythm that gets me dance?&lt;br /&gt;Where is that face i always long to see?&lt;br /&gt;Where is that touch always&lt;br /&gt;Healing my stress away?&lt;br /&gt;This was the thought i never imagine&lt;br /&gt;But here now my fear is as a reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day i never wanted to see&lt;br /&gt;But very clearly the day is break on me&lt;br /&gt;With diverse thoughts shouting inside me&lt;br /&gt;Will this dark sky ever be bright again?&lt;br /&gt;My love has failed me woefully&lt;br /&gt;I have been sailed to the middle&lt;br /&gt;Of the ocean and dumped&lt;br /&gt;Now survival goes only to the fittest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my love seems so right&lt;br /&gt;Where does this torn heart goes from here?&lt;br /&gt;Who can help sow this heart torn?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know if it still beat at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeepa ! this love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Have rendered me senseless&lt;br /&gt;Love have lost me out so soon&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s so clearly out spelt&lt;br /&gt;I have been loved by an HUNTER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-5203758339950833917?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5203758339950833917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/loved-by-hunter_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5203758339950833917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/5203758339950833917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/loved-by-hunter_16.html' title='Loved by an Hunter'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-8510023808301704747</id><published>2008-12-16T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:06:55.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved by an Hunter</title><content type='html'>LOVED BY AN HUNTER&lt;br /&gt;Is this love you are giving or loss?&lt;br /&gt;Whispering to me how empty you are?&lt;br /&gt;If ever fly away without a trace?&lt;br /&gt;That was only few weeks back&lt;br /&gt;Gently touching my tender heart&lt;br /&gt;With words so strong to ignore&lt;br /&gt;Tender kisses where have you all gone?&lt;br /&gt;Beach game and romance gone all&lt;br /&gt;With the waves of the beach and wind&lt;br /&gt;The endlessly seems fun have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;This once light heart is too heavy now&lt;br /&gt;Feeling heart could tear out this skin&lt;br /&gt;Where is that love so soothing?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the rythm that gets me dance?&lt;br /&gt;Where is that face i always long to see?&lt;br /&gt;Where is that touch always&lt;br /&gt;Healing my stress away?&lt;br /&gt;This was the thought i never imagine&lt;br /&gt;But here now my fear is as a reality&lt;br /&gt;This day i never wanted to see&lt;br /&gt;But very clearly the day is break on me&lt;br /&gt;With diverse thoughts shouting inside me&lt;br /&gt;Will this dark sky ever be bright again?&lt;br /&gt;My love has failed me woefully&lt;br /&gt;I have been sailed to the middle&lt;br /&gt;Of the ocean and dumped&lt;br /&gt;Now survival goes only to the fittest&lt;br /&gt;Here is my love seems so right&lt;br /&gt;Where does this torn heart goes from here?&lt;br /&gt;Who can help sow this heart torn?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know if it still beat at all&lt;br /&gt;Yeepa ! this love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Have rendered me senseless&lt;br /&gt;Love have lost me out so soon&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s so clearly out spelt&lt;br /&gt;I have been loved by an HUNTER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-8510023808301704747?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8510023808301704747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/loved-by-hunter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8510023808301704747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/8510023808301704747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/loved-by-hunter.html' title='Loved by an Hunter'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-2849591567135759065</id><published>2008-12-16T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:04:44.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I pledge this</title><content type='html'>I PLEDGE THIS&lt;br /&gt;My life the greatest pledge i give&lt;br /&gt;To give my best even on a bended knee&lt;br /&gt;Saying the truth in the city of deception&lt;br /&gt;Walking tall in all that i do&lt;br /&gt;To boldly look the world in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;To challenge wickedness with good deeds&lt;br /&gt;To cry for the poor until i am heard&lt;br /&gt;Of what use is my voice anyway if can’t&lt;br /&gt;Scream aloud for the dumb?&lt;br /&gt;These gold and diamonds speak for me&lt;br /&gt;Only as long as i live&lt;br /&gt;Only my deeds can outlast me&lt;br /&gt;My offsprings i am not sure&lt;br /&gt;If ever they will speak after me&lt;br /&gt;But my attitudes i bet&lt;br /&gt;Wind ! only sweat you can blow away&lt;br /&gt;The smoke of my deeds never can you&lt;br /&gt;These wicked and destructive footsteps&lt;br /&gt;I pledge never to reckon with&lt;br /&gt;Friends i rather lack than to befriend&lt;br /&gt;These impostors wanting to take my words&lt;br /&gt;Away and bring back me luxury&lt;br /&gt;I pledge never tp dance to this&lt;br /&gt;Rythym of shame&lt;br /&gt;I rather die with my hands dry&lt;br /&gt;Than to live with my hands blood soaked&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to keep my conscience in order&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to be the rich without a cry&lt;br /&gt;Because i will never make them cry for&lt;br /&gt;Possession of richies to come&lt;br /&gt;I shall bend till i break if that&lt;br /&gt;Is the price for my pledge&lt;br /&gt;When they say&lt;br /&gt;‘let us go deceive, kill and destroy&lt;br /&gt;i pldge to follow them not&lt;br /&gt;because when the whirlwind comes along&lt;br /&gt;only the house of the wicked will crumble&lt;br /&gt;thus, i pledge to uphold justice, decency&lt;br /&gt;morality and hardwork only to quit&lt;br /&gt;the moment this breath of mine&lt;br /&gt;forever goes away&lt;br /&gt;I take a bow&lt;br /&gt;I take a pledge&lt;br /&gt;With an unbreakable will&lt;br /&gt;I pledge this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-2849591567135759065?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-1776524820271826127</id><published>2008-12-16T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:03:15.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD HERO</title><content type='html'>DEAD HERO&lt;br /&gt;This hero have seen it all at once&lt;br /&gt;The bad, the ugly, the sweet and the sour&lt;br /&gt;This heart was once woven with joy&lt;br /&gt;These arms motionless have embraced dignitaries&lt;br /&gt;This mouth have given orders&lt;br /&gt;Saying ‘go now and fight the war and&lt;br /&gt;Make sure victory is brought’&lt;br /&gt;This heart have known and felt love&lt;br /&gt;Unbroken glory and a gathered radiance&lt;br /&gt;Walking tall and leaving a mark&lt;br /&gt;The years have given him kindness&lt;br /&gt;The dawn, the sunset and colours of&lt;br /&gt;The earth have favoured him&lt;br /&gt;This one have seen movement and&lt;br /&gt;Heard music, known slumber and waking&lt;br /&gt;This one have been loved, gone friended&lt;br /&gt;This one have touched flower and cheeks&lt;br /&gt;This one have been passionately hug&lt;br /&gt;And kissed all at once&lt;br /&gt;This one have fought and won&lt;br /&gt;Fallen and risen&lt;br /&gt;This one have failed and passed&lt;br /&gt;Starved and filled&lt;br /&gt;This one have cried and laughed&lt;br /&gt;This one have slept and dreamt&lt;br /&gt;This one was born and born he&lt;br /&gt;What a life of variety this one have lived&lt;br /&gt;He has heard and was once heard&lt;br /&gt;This breathless thing was once our&lt;br /&gt;Leader and our king&lt;br /&gt;To whom we bow and say&lt;br /&gt;K A B I E S I, your royal highness !&lt;br /&gt;Akinkanju okunrin !&lt;br /&gt;What a brave man !&lt;br /&gt;But here we are missing this man&lt;br /&gt;Standing taller than this man&lt;br /&gt;Greeting him without our chest&lt;br /&gt;On the ground&lt;br /&gt;Waving different shapes and sizes of hands&lt;br /&gt;To this worldly known a conqueror&lt;br /&gt;Whom death has eternally knocked down&lt;br /&gt;This man have truly lived and died&lt;br /&gt;Adieu !!! the hero of our time !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-1776524820271826127?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1776524820271826127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/dead-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1776524820271826127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289716279138540775/posts/default/1776524820271826127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/dead-hero.html' title='DEAD HERO'/><author><name>Poetic Lifestyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09277970277498986389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-1663771924030976187</id><published>2008-12-16T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:00:48.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR MAMA</title><content type='html'>Dear Mama !&lt;br /&gt;Nine months of you and i&lt;br /&gt;All alone in our own world&lt;br /&gt;Pains of labour only you and i&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter life becomes you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights of singing lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Pampering me like a diamond&lt;br /&gt;Mother ! for me, many nights&lt;br /&gt;You went hunger strike&lt;br /&gt;So that my belly will potrude&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices uncountable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mama&lt;br /&gt;Now i am grown with dreams and wishes&lt;br /&gt;But still our bond remains unbroken&lt;br /&gt;Each moment remembering this woman&lt;br /&gt;Full of strength and courage&lt;br /&gt;What a life of shambles it would have been&lt;br /&gt;Without your inestimable sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My music teacher from the womb&lt;br /&gt;Mama you are second to none&lt;br /&gt;From the first day i knew you&lt;br /&gt;I knew you are an inestimable jewel&lt;br /&gt;Ever true, timeless and loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To only buy you diamonds&lt;br /&gt;That will be very ungrateful of me&lt;br /&gt;But forever i will love you&lt;br /&gt;Even in your grave my love i promise&lt;br /&gt;Truly truly i know&lt;br /&gt;You are incomparable !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289716279138540775.post-983261894142473707</id><published>2008-12-16T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:47:11.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS DAY ........</title><content type='html'>THIS DAY.....&lt;br /&gt;My dear inestimable daughter&lt;br /&gt;This day i have prayed and&lt;br /&gt;Prepared you for&lt;br /&gt;This day i can’t help but cry&lt;br /&gt;This day i slaughtered cows for&lt;br /&gt;This day my girl is going&lt;br /&gt;With all the love she has for me&lt;br /&gt;This day she goes away&lt;br /&gt;Forever goes away with this&lt;br /&gt;Man unknown to us but her&lt;br /&gt;As sweet as this my home is&lt;br /&gt;Here she is vowing to live&lt;br /&gt;With this stranger for as long&lt;br /&gt;As she breaths&lt;br /&gt;This day my feeling is purely&lt;br /&gt;Interwoven with joy and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Diverse thoughts won’t let me be&lt;br /&gt;But here my girl is smilling&lt;br /&gt;Within her thanking her creator&lt;br /&gt;For an answered prayer&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that the mountain is moved&lt;br /&gt;When she has never seen one&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my girl i see a&lt;br /&gt;A traveller with luggages&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeously dressed and seated&lt;br /&gt;In the bus and awaiting a driver&lt;br /&gt;The driver she doesn’t know&lt;br /&gt;The destination already set in the mind&lt;br /&gt;But driver unknown,the route unfamiliar&lt;br /&gt;Yet the destination,her priority&lt;br /&gt;This day she has decided&lt;br /&gt;This day i have accepted&lt;br /&gt;This day, what more can i say?&lt;br /&gt;For all my labour,pains,love&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices,endurance and resources&lt;br /&gt;This stranger has brought dowry&lt;br /&gt;And tubers of yam to me&lt;br /&gt;Now my girl is gone with him&lt;br /&gt;Gone to be a woman for a man&lt;br /&gt;Gone to give this stranger her breasts&lt;br /&gt;To get the best&lt;br /&gt;Gone to give this man princes and princesses&lt;br /&gt;This day she is gone to bear a strange name&lt;br /&gt;In a strange land of a strange man&lt;br /&gt;This day my girl publicly declared&lt;br /&gt;She has found a new love,home and&lt;br /&gt;Life till her breath walks out on her&lt;br /&gt;This day my girl got married&lt;br /&gt;This day my girl is exhanged for a dowry&lt;br /&gt;This day i love but i cried !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289716279138540775-983261894142473707?l=poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/feeds/983261894142473707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-day.html#comment-form' title='2 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