Endeee:




wow! ... the diary is getting interesting

i know wats happening here... Lol. Thanx

Finally lemme come and continue as we have gracefully entrred page 3.

let's continue

So, its like this, let me make a point clear concerning the JAMB error. My JAMB result carries a 33 year age and in reality I'm 10 years younger.

Secondly, don't mind the length of the addiction poem. If you've ever been addicted to anything, then you can relate.

After this piece, i stumbled on my SS1 Literature Notebook again and i got interested in do doing a Sonnet. Not like i would be good in this new travail but i just wanted to try it and i knew that a Sonnet is a poem of fourteen lines. Much later, I realised that there were a lot i did not know about Sonnet. For instance, a Sonnet had to be in two parts; an eight-line conflict and a six-line resolution plus the eight-line conflict (the Octave) had to have a rhyme scheme of 'abba abba' and the six line resolution (Seztex) had to have a ryhme scheme of 'cde cde'. But to be frank this so-called Sonnet of mine was a disaster. Yet, its still part of my poetic expression so i though 'why discard it?' I only hope that someday sometime i am going to make a better Sonnet but in the present here is the bladadash of a Sonnet i constructed.

Poem 12
Many, there are in number
Who seek to leave behind in honour
Their footprints; here and there, on the sands of time
So that they shall always and always be talked of,
And never ever indeed be waved off.
But I though, I do seek indeed
To leave my prints of foot, not on sand, no
But on paper, yes.

With an ink flowing nonstop.
And with words played upon with pun
And an imagery just right for the mind eyes to see.
For i know that very strong words can stop
Even stiff hearts with pain.
So, i seek just to be remembered with my pen in my hand] 05:01:2017

The next day, i felt like composing a romantic poetry and somehow i stumbled across the Songs of Solomon and that intercourse gave birth to this

Poem 13
[b]I want to sing a love song
Such like Solomon singing Song of Songs,
With expressions of affections
For a girl, that dark dear one of his,
That Shulammite girl.
But this love song, this very love song of mind,
Is for my dear one; my dearly dearly beloved.
Look, you are handsome. So truly handsome.
Your eyes, those set of diamonds locked in crystal clear Iris,
Yor hair, in its true africaness is oh! So dark and dim.
Your teeth, as radiant as the night stars, they glow
Your lips, oh heavens, thick as leather they are yet my soul they carrass with so much desire.
You draw me, very nearer to you
With every breathe of my lungs from me.
You are to me, like the tower of David,
Built-in and around with the shields of mighty men
There and about, for protection; my protection.

My darling, my darling
How truly handsome u are to me.
I am asleep but my heart is awake
Because you have captured my heart
With just a glance of your eyes
Shot straight at my chest
So that i fell
With such a great fall
And my defenses came melting down
Like melting snow
In Summer's Sunny heat.

Kisses to you my love
For you have altogether become
Everything i hold and desire
In this world and out
To the moon and back.
Indeed You have become to me
Like proverbs were
In the lips of Solomon,
That Solomon King of Canticles. [b] 06:01:2017.

And so this exciting writing fire that had ignited just after the NYSC Service kaput kept on burning as following same gusto and grace, three days later, i was able to compose six different pieces. Men and women of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, i was able to compose six poetries consecutively.

Oh thank you, thank you. You are far so kind but enough of the applaude already.

This, to me, was a major hit back to back.

So here we go with poems 14-19

14
Look behind please.
Not behind you but behind these veils of mine,
And do tell please
Do i not look broken?
And weak?
And fragile?
And do i not also deserve care?
But you fear
To draw near
Mostly because you hear
Words about me, mostly, probably, unfair
And then you become so stuck there
Disliking and hating me here.
But truth be told,
If only, just if only
You would choose to come close so to know
Even a bit of my unknown,
That its never about pride, no
But sheer shyness, oh!
My dear would you love me so
And help me cope
So, to become better in years to come.
But how on earth will you ever know?
When you heard and let go so early
Forgetting that i could be a baby
Silently screaming
To be loved and maybe,
Within me praying
That you stretch out your hand and your heart
And make me
Better than this being?
So please i am begging
Do look behind
This mighty mask of mine
And do please take my hand
Into your heart.



Poem 15
A poet
Can but pour words.
So can a lover
Love her,
His woman
With whom men
Admire.
And therefore must he add fire
To his romantic actions
And all his words act on.
Then like Bees to Honey
Will her feeklings be on him


Poem 16
When O When
Shall that daring day come
Where mine eyes shall soar with joy
For the words that i have worked?
This gift of mine,
Where i paint words on minds
With the power of mine pen?
Within the crafts of mine paper?
Or is this just for penniless attention
That i wright to write?

Poem 17
Bitter words kills faster
Than a storm sinking a sailing ship.
Unmerry hearts dry faster
Than fine fishes fried in a fury furnace.
Yet this is what the world is worth
Brothers been bitter beyond better bases
And hearts holding unholy hostilities at its height.

Poem 18
Is this an intermission
Or the end of discussion?
For in my mission
I dare to mention
That this passing period of pause
Should not be a diversion
To self condemnation.
No! But instead, a process to perfection
Or atleast near perfection.
So that that vision,
That which we envision
Shall come to an actualization
In all its dimensions.
And thus bring about satisfaction
In all our ambitions.
Think about it
Letting go 'cus of a hitch,
Isnt worth it.
So, work it.

Poem 19
Many a day, lazy and spent i have had
Some, as fruitful as a tree in hamattan
Some, as sweet as a not so ripe grape
Yet, some as mind puzzling as the world is.
So, in these times that i see
My thought wander like the Sea.
And i ponder...
Yes, in my reverie i wonder,
What would become of me?
If i told a dozen stories in one book
Like the Arabian Night?
Or if i sang a hundred songs in one lifetime
Like the Psalms of David?
And if i cared for a thousand men in one household
Like wise Solomon of the Holy book?
Would i become the Eighth Wonder of the world?
Would my song be sung even after my funeral?
And would my love be remembered for eternity?

Poetry of a wandering mind.
09:01:2017

Switup:
And so this exciting writing fire that had ignited just after the NYSC Service kaput kept on burning as following same gusto and grace, three days later, i was able to compose six different pieces. Men and women of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, i was able to compose six poetries consecutively.

Oh thank you, thank you. You are far so kind but enough of the applaude already.

This, to me, was a major hit back to back.

So here we go with poems 14-19

14
Look behind please.
Not behind you but behind these veils of mine,
And do tell please
Do i not look broken?
And weak?
And fragile?
And do i not also deserve care?
But you fear
To draw near
Mostly because you hear
Words about me, mostly, probably, unfair
And then you become so stuck there
Disliking and hating me here.
But truth be told,
If only, just if only
You would choose to come close so to know
Even a bit of my unknown,
That its never about pride, no
But sheer shyness, oh!
My dear would you love me so
And help me cope
So, to become better in years to come.
But how on earth will you ever know?
When you heard and let go so early
Forgetting that i could be a baby
Silently screaming
To be loved and maybe,
Within me praying
That you stretch out your hand and your heart
And make me
Better than this being?
So please i am begging
Do look behind
This mighty mask of mine
And do please take my hand
Into your heart.



Poem 15
A poet
Can but pour words.
So can a lover
Love her,
His woman
With whom men
Admire.
And therefore must he add fire
To his romantic actions
And all his words act on.
Then like Bees to Honey
Will her feeklings be on him


Poem 16
When O When
Shall that daring day come
Where mine eyes shall soar with joy
For the words that i have worked?
This gift of mine,
Where i paint words on minds
With the power of mine pen?
Within the crafts of mine paper?
Or is this just for penniless attention
That i wright to write?

Poem 17
Bitter words kills faster
Than a storm sinking a sailing ship.
Unmerry hearts dry faster
Than fine fishes fried in a fury furnace.
Yet this is what the world is worth
Brothers been bitter beyond better bases
And hearts holding unholy hostilities at its height.

Poem 18
Is this an intermission
Or the end of discussion?
For in my mission
I dare to mention
That this passing period of pause
Should not be a diversion
To self condemnation.
No! But instead, a process to perfection
Or atleast near perfection.
So that that vision,
That which we envision
Shall come to an actualization
In all its dimensions.
And thus bring about satisfaction
In all our ambitions.
Think about it
Letting go 'cus of a hitch,
Isnt worth it.
So, work it.

Poem 19
Many a day, lazy and spent i have had
Some, as fruitful as a tree in hamattan
Some, as sweet as a not so ripe grape
Yet, some as mind puzzling as the world is.
So, in these times that i see
My thought wander like the Sea.
And i ponder...
Yes, in my reverie i wonder,
What would become of me?
If i told a dozen stories in one book
Like the Arabian Night?
Or if i sang a hundred songs in one lifetime
Like the Psalms of David?
And if i cared for a thousand men in one household
Like wise Solomon of the Holy book?
Would i become the Eighth Wonder of the world?
Would my song be sung even after my funeral?
And would my love be remembered for eternity?

Poetry of a wandering mind.
09:01:2017

I'll like to say you write well especially when you're not rhyming.

Olajay3700:


I'll like to say you write well especially when you're not rhyming.

thanx for for the euphemism. I appreciate alot.

Adesina12
Shabib
Samyfreshsmooth
Iceprince3143
Senrino
Hadampson
AyamConfident
Eyinibibio
Logodwhiz
Sleeknick (come do ur worse o. Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu)
Dabrake...

Am about rounding off.

After this exploding this great oodle of oomph, there was a break. Nania Island. Blank space. Certainly very funny. But trust me that this hitch only lasted a short while as i got writing again in a week's time.

I dont know if to call this a poem but It was a kind of idea or believe or assurance and i needed to put the idea into writing. In a long run I'd say the bases for this new write up is that some times in life, your attitude toward events determine what you get...

Poem 20
[b]E, I, M, L,S
These splotches
Just alphabets, you may call them.
But trust my words
These splotches play but many roles in our lives.
For they can be spelt to give you slime
Or limes
Or smile.
In life though
I have seen that no one has control over which he gets.
But trust my words
For i know
That whether it be all smily
Or enclapsed with limes
A proud smile
Can take us a step higher
In life dare fire.

I smile.

Because yes my smile
Can fight back a million limes
Most when i walk through life's slime.

Do you smile a smile too?

[/b]27/01/2017

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For the first since my Writing Vow, i choose to do a scan through of this whole writing fantacy. And guess what? I had just completed number twentieth poem. Imagine that! Twenty poem coming from your One and Only.

I mean, forget the cliché but i had quit writing for about four years, ignored any call to start up again and had hated poetry for what it is. But Voila, of my twenty three poem vow, i had a score.

Tears rollled. I cried. Very much. Very very much as i thought of the struggles i had had trying to see if i could still write and how i far i had gone now. Well, you could tag me as one very emotional diva and maybe that's who i am or just maybe, in the very vastness of this minute life of mine iWrite.

Atleast, i haven written. Even if in the process of this writting, i replace 'their' with 'there' and 'am' with 'i'm' and 'I' with 'i', i know i had satisfied my very desire to write so that some beyond my family circle would read this. Like seriously, it had been my mommy and my siblings for the previous rest of my life.

So now here, as iWrite, i exhume so much joy and i am so elated as i know that you, yes you beyond my family circle is reading this. Its a big plus to my self-promoted award world. Funny right. But indeed i must say that this revivified writing i started sometime in October last year has opened up in me this new personality, a sense of achievement, a new hope, positive vibes, true accomplishment and best of all that whole feeling of completeness one gets after breaking through a rigorous wall.

You never know how much of a successor you become until you take the first step. I mean even if its not the whole wide world u gain, achieving our big dreams with little baby steps leads straight up.

Are you wondering where the three last poems are? Just hold on.

At this point however, if you have meticulously journeyed through this soon-to-be-renamed dairy of mine till now, let me say i truly, truly, truly, truly, truly, truly, truly, truly, truly(pause) truly, truly, truly, truly, truuuuuly (dab) appreciate it. I say thank you, gracias, merci, asantesana, Imela, Sosong o, Doo, Ekushee o, Nagode as i present to you the last three of poetries, they wont have much words in the but i bet they'll most truly express my gratitude-ness to three most important personalities in my life, namely my mom(mama.d.mama, i hail. This also goes out to my loving siblings whom i never mentioned herein), my dad(whom is not at all interested in my "writy-writy" but gave me the inborn personality to smile at life and see positivity in every dimension life hits you. Daddy i love you) and finally to my most achievable team; my readers( thank you for reading boring-boring poem poem memoir). Now i say *huggs* *kisses* *atuale* *dab *double dab* *double kisses* *double huggs* *atuale big time* *one heart* *one love*

Poem 21
Mommy.
This isnt goint to be a poem
Where i pun on words.
Its just an indept way of saying
Mama you do for me.
You was with me day one
You was with me day two
And ure still with me till this day.
U are my motivation
My new innovation
The reason iWrote
And still the reason iWrite.
Mama your own blessing...
Na God go give you.
Heart you so.

Siblings of life too

Poem 22
Its not a poem for you
Cus no poem can poem how i feel, Sir
You scream, fine
But every other father screams too.
Meanwhile, the way u know how to take life jejely
Most truly inspires me with very much awe.
How you glide and slide through life's pride
Has but so much so made me a better soul.
My thank you is not enough, though
But i heart you so.

Poem23
My baby steps...
Wen i first took 'em
As i strode to intercourse pen and paper
And produce a baby called my story
A stranger stopped by
You who i know not
And yes your very precious a time
You spent to pet my words
With your hearts open as null.
What greater way shall i destribute the thank you baby-powder
That is shared wen a new baby is born.
No more than to say
I heart y'all.
Bises
Kisses

HITCHES

In the process of compling this memoir, there times when the huddles in front of me seemed like hugh mountains and i would love to share these pains too just to let you know that no matter how deep and stuck you get in any situation, you can scale through exactly with the right positivity, the right frame and the right fight.

Hitch no.1; No system
I had no Laptop to type this whole piece and i can say with my life that i was scared to death to type all this with a mergre phone. But need i say more?

Hitch no.2; Blank Space
When i made the Writing Vow, i was having only three poems, one of which i had written many years back. But here today, permit me to say iWrite.

Hitch no.3; Phone issh
Nna my people charger spoit o. It just blew, just like that and there was no way i could replace the charge for the first three weeks in January because of...

Hitch no.4; Finance
Money was a major blow as i could be labbed as residually unemployed at the time. You know, for instance, to be online, you have to be online. You get my point?

Hitch no.5; Power Supply issh
You know na, normal epileptic power supply in this our Nigeria was and still is a big 'issh'. Laughing out loud

Hitch no.6; Emotional Quagmire
The heartbreak and disappointment from NYSC (of which i am still struggling to resolve the issue so i can join the new batch), the over-six month long prolonged illness of my bestie(babe i wish you quickest recovery abeg. I miss all our bloody gists and gossips), and the fustrations of been jobless in our dear nation all at one time or the other delayed my writing speed and also at one point or the other, broke me into shreds. But notwithstanding, iWin.

Hitch no.7; Writing Material Palava
Dear friend and friends, sometimes like these eh, something would hit my tiny brain and i would want to write it down immediately but people!! people!!! common biro i will not see. It will now come and be as if my village people want to cime and do 'soft werk' on my matter. But them fit?




















IamSwitup.
And iWrite.

This is fascinating and remarkable.. You have make a mark for yourself, just keep up the beautiful work, very soon, your dreams will come true

Kudos to you switup, you are the best

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Hadampson:
This is fascinating and remarkable.. You have make a mark for yourself, just keep up the beautiful work, very soon, your dreams will come true

Kudos to you switup, you are the best

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its too beautiful. u bring memories v long forgotten. used to be a poet but now i can't even comment extensively on a post.
I pray hormones would lemme start all over.
Thanks shuga.

Nice one

Hadampson:
This is fascinating and remarkable.. You have make a mark for yourself, just keep up the beautiful work, very soon, your dreams will come true

Kudos to you switup, you are the best

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Présent chéri

this is good keep it up dear

Woww!!! sweetie

The sky is your starting point

Keep it coming....you will get there

Sweet popcorn for you

Hadampson:
This is fascinating and remarkable.. You have make a mark for yourself, just keep up the beautiful work, very soon, your dreams will come true

Kudos to you switup, you are the best

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thank u. Am elated.

kajsa08:

its too beautiful. u bring memories v long forgotten. used to be a poet but now i can't even comment extensively on a post.
I pray hormones would lemme start all over.
Thanks shuga.

babe, u for quote me na if ure refering to me... Lol. Anyways thanx .

Nnnena:
this is good keep it up dear

thanx

web24studio:
Nice one

thank u

Switup:
babe, u for quote me na if ure refering to me... Lol. Anyways thanx .

lol, sleep still dey my eyes that time.
oya take my thanks *e-kiss*

Modify.

Ahem... Testing da Mic 1,2.


People of God, PLS lemme just use this time to scream that earlier today been the 16th of March 2017, at 07:09am, THAT THIS MEMOIR OF MIND ENTERED FRONT PAGE.


FRONT PAGE PEOPLE, FRONT PAGE.


Abeg lemme ask again my village people 'soft werk' reach me?


***let me exist super hero mode****



Special shout outs to Those Whom I Remain Grateful to



Enfin, my blog is upcoming in less than a week's time(i hope) and i hope i see u there.



One more thing I also want to express gratitude to d Mods on this forum. This wouldn't have made front page without You. Thanx

Switup this is lovely. Keep it up

Emeraldz:
Switup this is lovely. Keep it up

thanx dear

Switup:
wetin dey happen be sey may u read somebody truelife memoir

Allrite ma i hold my guguru and kunu close 2me nd watch in 5D.
kudos switup! more powerbanks to ur phone

AlamienDagash:

Allrite ma i hold my guguru and kunu close 2me nd watch in 5D.
kudos switup! more powerbanks to ur phone

lol, really? Thanx

Hadampson:
This is fascinating and remarkable.. You have make a mark for yourself, just keep up the beautiful work, very soon, your dreams will come true

Kudos to you switup, you are the best

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Amen and thanks a million times infact take kiss but harameede wont ......i reserve my comment

dasilver20:
Amen and thanks a million times infact take kiss but harameede wont ......i reserve my comment

hi, hope uve read through

endeee don show.. hahahaha.
congrt oo