Nice. Me likey

Amen, amen I feel relieved already thanks to the super mod

Can I have this dance?
Should I take this hand?

...
Onto the dancefloor...

firestar: Can I have this dance?
Should I take this hand?

...
Onto the dancefloor...

you can have my hand and any other thing you want

HumbledbYGrace: Amen, amen I feel relieved already thanks to the super mod

Mynd_44: Nice. Me likey

firestar: Can I have this dance?
Should I take this hand?

...
Onto the dancefloor...

welcome newbies!

Cuddlemii:
welcome newbies!

Cuddlemii:






welcome newbies!

For your mind abi?
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And Firestar too

Ok
Waiting.....

Czar-Chris:
Ok
Waiting.....

Hey Czar, longest time!
Do you like poetry too?

welcome!

...a lover of beautiful poets is present.

I see you Firestar doing your thing...

let the party begin Cuddles...

Cuddlemii:

Hey Czar, longest time!
Do you like poetry as well?

welcome!

Well, you can't really say like it as such, but I love rap music, as in real rap music(not all these i get phantom ride, i get stripper cook, i carry lez twins hip hop rap we have these days) and love poetry helps me melt the heart of tough ladies, so am just looking to up my game.

Waiting.......

cowgurl: ...a lover of beautiful poets is present.

I see you Firestar doing your thing...

let the party begin Cuddles...

Ok, let's see what happens!

Czar-Chris:
Well, you can't really say like it as such, but I love rap music, as in real rap music(not all these i get phantom ride, i get stripper cook, i carry lez twins hip hop rap we have these days) and love poetry helps me melt the heart of tough ladies, so am just looking to up my game.

Waiting.......

Ok, activities might not kick off immediately. The section is just about to get baptized.

There is another chat room on the main section--> https://www.nairaland.com/1003848/literature-writing-sections-chat-central/226

Feel free to visit that in the meantime.

It's good to have u here

Cuddlemii:
Ok, let's see what happens!

yippee! I await

Hmmm

Nicee

Signing up.

THINKING OF U...
I think of you…

As a flower
With coloured petals

As a tower
Of precious metals

As a stream
Cool and blue
(Flowing through)

As a dream
Coming true

As a shower
Drizzling gold

As a cover
In freezing cold

…I think of you!

Ok...! Gat2get back to form! Long time cuddlemi. Mis u

SimplySEA: Ok...! Gat2get back to form! Long time cuddlemi. Mis u

Hi dear, long time!

Welcome!

I have been looking for a platform
Though not to really fill a form
But I am ready to willingly mingle
Presenting my stuffs, very simple
I write poems so I am a poet
I don't really wanna write in duet
because we are people
People that write and sing in triple

How do I meet you all
So that I don't fall
I mean 'fall off' the lane
The ideal lane that makes us main.

www.eustacedunn..com

eustacedunn: I have been looking for a platform
Though not to really fill a form
But I am ready to willingly mingle
Presenting my stuffs, very simple
I write poems so I am a poet
I don't really wanna write in duet
because we are people
People that write and sing in triple

How do I meet you all
So that I don't fall
I mean 'fall off' the lane
The ideal lane that makes us main.

www.eustacedunn..com

I am so sorry for the late response
Welcome newbie!

The Sage

A true story put in words...

His skinny tangled legs sprawled ahead, bearing the weight of his xylophone ribs...
The yogi's back leaned against the temple, as if he was trying to make a last contact with the god within

They stood there, the curious crowd, waiting for him to move and prove he was alive
Some said he lay there because he had inhaled too much ganja the other night.

Others waited for a longtime for him to move, then called him names
Some said baba, some said sadhu, some said guru and some said sage

Some got a stick and began to nudge the lifeless body
They got tired and gave up. He had already decided not to budge

He wore clothes of the color saffron, his surprisingly neat beard and his long hair all salt and pepper
With his eyes closed he looked as if he was in a deep mode of meditation

His loyal dogs still huddled up beside him on his makeshift futon for warmth from the morning cold
Perhaps they were unaware that it was just a body there, their partner's soul had already left

His hands lay partially open on both the sides indicating that he had surrendered,
Surrendered to a beautiful death perhaps beside the God
Whom he had spent all his life searching for...

Maybe he forgot to write all that he had seen and observed, how he had become a nomad to break the social monochrome
He can enjoy one sense of achievement...
At least his death was different, I have never seen anyone die while they were sitting with a very peaceful expression on their face

Perhaps this is how he imagined breathing his last, caught off guard by angels of death on the road which was his companion and beside the God who was his inspiration...
We would never know who he was and what life he lived,
From Oblivion he came, in morbid oblivion he shall fade...

Soup sweet, na money kill am.
Soup cheap, na canda full am.

Hmm...at the touch of love,every man becomes a poet.

Alrt

Two Nigerians are amongst the shortlisted at the Brunel University African Poetry Prize, The winner will be announced on 30th April 2013.

NICE subscribing

Nice thread
which goes to prove that poetry's not dead...
Amongst the bubbly youthful minds
The ones i know to be my type![/font]