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Thursday, February 27, 2020
Friday, February 14, 2020
Returning Love
A sonnet (Italian, encoded) dedicated to an old friend Ntete Valentine James AKA Lord VJ to felicitate his birthday 14 February.
Valentine's Day isn't meant for 'lovers' alone... It's rewritten to be a good day to notify charity and show of a good heart to everyone you love. This is the whole idea of this piece of art work 'Returning Love'... She's the New Valentine.
This ode is also sent to satisfy a popular saying... One good turn deserves another. I was surprised with a loving poem 'Off Dust' from him on my 27th birthday, so I grabbed the pen and returned the love.
'RETURNING LOVE'
A sonet Feb for the fourteenth
A little song of love for a young lord
Roses sprouts, hidden thorns off young odd
Mom can now see clear, the ancient moon cloud built
Though labour, cramps, wails, groans and gnashing tilt
The never ending cheer for a Cameroonian almond
Gave birth to a multilingual black diamond
A demon shadow of black Africa with no guilt
Old folks and vibes of animals and human's troop
Dancing the hall- coos and claps, whispers and chuckles and smiles
Bearing red garment of petals, let-loosed filament's styles
To forget the Saint in the Roman Catholic conquest line
And flown weird vulture's crook, welcome white dove's group
Come home! Our glances and chances of true love; New Valentine
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A sonnet (Italian, encoded) dedicated to an old friend Ntete Valentine James AKA Lord VJ to felicitate his birthday 14 February.
'RETURNING LOVE'
A sonet Feb for the fourteenth
A little song of love for a young lord
Roses sprouts, hidden thorns off young odd
Mom can now see clear, the ancient moon cloud built
Though labour, cramps, wails, groans and gnashing tilt
The never ending cheer for a Cameroonian almond
Gave birth to a multilingual black diamond
A demon shadow of black Africa with no guilt
Old folks and vibes of animals and human's troop
Dancing the hall- coos and claps, whispers and chuckles and smiles
Bearing red garment of petals, let-loosed filament's styles
To forget the Saint in the Roman Catholic conquest line
And flown weird vulture's crook, welcome white dove's group
Come home! Our glances and chances of true love; New Valentine
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Happy Birthday Valentine. WULLNP.
©Nekabari Benson Nwika (14 Feb; 2020).
#Xseries #Xpoems www.xseriespoetry.blogspot.com
Monday, February 10, 2020
© Sarah David (Feb 10, 2020).
The third poem of the day dedicated to me on my birthday. Thanks to a good friend Sarah David.
Written by: Sarah David
Oh how I imagined
how the day was..
It was overwhelming,
Super exciting, devastating,
Untold fears, Dad was praying.
When the gallon
Of water burst n mom was in pains..
Gosh!! She screamed, shouted, cried..
Was asked to push! Push! Push n push..
And she extracted all her energy pushing..
And a cute little white baby
came out crying...
He was so cute n handsome..
Dad kissed mom,
mom smiled in joy n kissed him..
Oh Wat a fruitful effort she thought..
He was nurtured, tortured,
Had challenges along life search..
But never gave up..
He kept pushing like mom pushed him out in pains,
The pains encouraged him..
And today he's a full grown
A great man who has made his family proud.
Dear Nekabari may today set u for greater opportunities that u ever imagined..
SARAHCARES N I LOVE 😍 U
Written by: Sarah David
Dedicated to nekabenz_madeofmore
The third poem of the day dedicated to me on my birthday. Thanks to a good friend Sarah David.
Written by: Sarah David
Oh how I imagined
how the day was..
It was overwhelming,
Super exciting, devastating,
Untold fears, Dad was praying.
When the gallon
Of water burst n mom was in pains..
Gosh!! She screamed, shouted, cried..
Was asked to push! Push! Push n push..
And she extracted all her energy pushing..
And a cute little white baby
came out crying...
He was so cute n handsome..
Dad kissed mom,
mom smiled in joy n kissed him..
Oh Wat a fruitful effort she thought..
He was nurtured, tortured,
Had challenges along life search..
But never gave up..
He kept pushing like mom pushed him out in pains,
The pains encouraged him..
And today he's a full grown
A great man who has made his family proud.
Dear Nekabari may today set u for greater opportunities that u ever imagined..
SARAHCARES N I LOVE 😍 U
Written by: Sarah David
Dedicated to nekabenz_madeofmore
©Lord Vj (Feb 10,2020)
The second poem dedicated to me on my birthday.
Written by: Lord Vj
"Off Dust"
It all came upon the midnight clear
The sound of a long awaited cheer
Oh. Alas a boy. Behold my heir
Mama's day glow right so dear
The mystery of birthday came so sudden
The nights of pain and tears from Eden
Ends with the birth of a child so golden
Thank you mama for you were yet; a maiden.
How did he grow? The love so uncommon
How did he glow? The wisdom of Solomon
Now I know, the beatitudes of the sermon
To the old, dreams, the young, vision.
The fray play of dust of yesterday, a mirage
The friends and family of today, a village
Though, so beard with the oil of vintage
What awaits him tomorrow, a golden marriage
#ToNekabenzHappyBirthday
Written by:Lord Vj
Dedicated to Nekabenz_madeofmore
The second poem dedicated to me on my birthday.
Written by: Lord Vj
"Off Dust"
It all came upon the midnight clear
The sound of a long awaited cheer
Oh. Alas a boy. Behold my heir
Mama's day glow right so dear
The mystery of birthday came so sudden
The nights of pain and tears from Eden
Ends with the birth of a child so golden
Thank you mama for you were yet; a maiden.
How did he grow? The love so uncommon
How did he glow? The wisdom of Solomon
Now I know, the beatitudes of the sermon
To the old, dreams, the young, vision.
The fray play of dust of yesterday, a mirage
The friends and family of today, a village
Though, so beard with the oil of vintage
What awaits him tomorrow, a golden marriage
#ToNekabenzHappyBirthday
Written by:Lord Vj
Dedicated to Nekabenz_madeofmore
©Danny Igbara(10 Feb, 2020)
Dedicated to Nekabari Benson Nwika on his birthday.
Nature sprung forth a new born
so many years ago even before I was born
The universe created a star as a watchtower
and an intelligent spices at the perfect hour
His life-cycle bridged the gap for racism
Cause he was well known for his professionalism
Creating a postive mind in the heart of men
Sometimes I call him the voice of the pen
As the days go by and seasons change
So his agility created a potential difference
As time flies within a short range
So he was known for his benevolence
I wish I can teleport
To join nature in celebrating this day
I wish I could take a flight from the airport
Cause it's a nature's born birthday.
Nature can't stop their self expression to the Almighty
I can hear them singing ur name nekabari
To he who rules and is so mighty
That's why I join you to neka beè bari
X-poems
Written by Danny Igbara.
Dedicated to Nekabenz_madeofmore on his birthday.
Dedicated to Nekabari Benson Nwika on his birthday.
Nature sprung forth a new born
so many years ago even before I was born
The universe created a star as a watchtower
and an intelligent spices at the perfect hour
His life-cycle bridged the gap for racism
Cause he was well known for his professionalism
Creating a postive mind in the heart of men
Sometimes I call him the voice of the pen
As the days go by and seasons change
So his agility created a potential difference
As time flies within a short range
So he was known for his benevolence
I wish I can teleport
To join nature in celebrating this day
I wish I could take a flight from the airport
Cause it's a nature's born birthday.
Nature can't stop their self expression to the Almighty
I can hear them singing ur name nekabari
To he who rules and is so mighty
That's why I join you to neka beè bari
X-poems
Written by Danny Igbara.
Dedicated to Nekabenz_madeofmore on his birthday.
Friday, February 7, 2020
Innocent World
I'm fair enough
To let you live in me
So never you push damn blames on me
I'm not responsible for your misfortune
So never you push damn blames on me
I'm not responsible for your misfortune
I was here before you
So I got nothing to do with a newborn
Than to help you grow
Because I'm an old hand
So I got nothing to do with a newborn
Than to help you grow
Because I'm an old hand
And I have the guts to dare your bones
If you false me a witness
To your nothingness
I'm just doing my part to harbour you
So don't bite the finger that keeps you
Cares for you
Serves you
And breathes you
So don't bite the finger that keeps you
Cares for you
Serves you
And breathes you
The sun I give to light your day
So your business daily you become
And the moon to see your night
When you are playing hide and seek
...that nightmare may not chase you to your early grave
So your business daily you become
And the moon to see your night
When you are playing hide and seek
...that nightmare may not chase you to your early grave
I've also asked the rain to wet your dry dying days
And to give you a drip to cool your tongue
The clouds, the rainbow...
To satisfy your eyes
The winds to blow your mind
The mountains to move you
The stars to steer you
And to give you a drip to cool your tongue
The clouds, the rainbow...
To satisfy your eyes
The winds to blow your mind
The mountains to move you
The stars to steer you
The earth to weigh you
And the heavens to pay you
And the heavens to pay you
Yet, you dare my freewill
How dare you accuse me in this manner
How come you say life is never fair
When you have a strand of hair
To prove you are an heir
How dare you accuse me in this manner
How come you say life is never fair
When you have a strand of hair
To prove you are an heir
But you never mind your business
Your forefathers, same done-
They're all gone
Yet, I'm still here to carry you along
They're all gone
Yet, I'm still here to carry you along
Oh my God!
Hearken to my Cry
For I've been accused wrongly
They die and give me names- The world is too bad
For I've been accused wrongly
They die and give me names- The world is too bad
I stand to say I'm not guilty
Oh please, please...
God of Justice!
Come to my aid
If you heard me keenly
I do not condemn any
I only mind my business
I'm fair enough
So never you push damn blames on me
I'm not responsible for your misfortune
So never you push damn blames on me
I'm not responsible for your misfortune
So who is?
Yes, is me...
I am
Innocent
Yes, is me...
I am
Innocent
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Dedicated to all Creatures
©N.B Nwika (2017).
All rights Reserved
Dedicated to all Creatures
©N.B Nwika (2017).
All rights Reserved
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