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LIMERICK Definition of Limerick Limerick is a comic  vers e, containing five anapestic (unstressed/unstressed/stressed) lines, in which the first, seconhd, and fifth lines are longer,  rhyme  together, and follow three metrical feet. The third and fourth lines rhyme together, are shorter, and follow two metrical feet.  However, sometimes it may vary, and amphibrachic (unstressed/stressed/unstressed) form can replace anapestic. In fact, it is a bawdy, humorous, or nonsensical verse written in the form of five anapests, with an  aabba   rhyme scheme . Since it has a special structure and format, it is called fixed or closed form of poetry. A limerick is a short, humorous poem that follows a determined rhyme scheme of AABBA. Aside from the fact that it follows a rhyme scheme of AABBA. It also follows a SYLLABLE COUNT. Some poets are not even aware that when writing, syllable counts matters. It does. *Syllable pattern for each line* Line 1: 7-10 syllables Line 2: 7-10 syllables Line 3: 5-7

HAIKU POEM  HAIKU POEM is a type of short form poetry originally from Japan. Traditional Japanese haiku consist of three phrases that contain a    " cutting word" Japanese in a 5, 7, 5 pattern,and a seasonal reference.  However, modern haiku vary widely on how closely they follow these traditional elements. Haiku originated as an opening part of a larger Japanese poem, known as a  renga . These haiku that were written as an opening stanza were known as  hokku  and eventually writers began to write them as their own stand-alone poems. Haiku was given its current name by the Japanese writer  Masaoka Shiki  at the end of the 19th century. Modern Japanese haiku are also said to increasingly vary from the tradition of 17  on  or taking nature as their subject. In Japanese, haiku are traditionally printed as a single line while haiku in English often appear as three lines. There are several other forms of  Japanese poetry  related to haiku, such as  senryū  and  tanka.   Traditiona

How much do you have? That's the world we living in today. Bribes and success have wed, Husband and wife they walk the streets. How much are you willing to pay for that dream Job? University degree no longer a key But who you know speaks volume. Women dive into their bosses beds for promotion. Students undress for their lecturers, Just to get that A or B grade. Men kill to earn a place in society. Everything has a price they say. Where are we going? Sure I am, God falls on his knees  Burst into tears at the sight of our actions. We have dragged his name in the mud. The poor continue to wallow in poverty. While a privileged few in suits prosper. Let's be concerned about the fate of the future. Before we all drown in corruption. @ChipoCM

* WHAT IF What if I tell you, the moving of your hips, no longer move me?  What if I tell you, your face no longer glow in my face?  What if I tell you, your name no longer light a spark in my heart?  What if I tell you, I stopped feeling the chemistry i used to whenever I see you ?  What if I tell you, all you believe about me,were all lies?  What if I tell you, I'm no longer in love with you?  What if, everything was just a DREAM? *©️ELEMIDE GLORIA O* *2020.*

Some time ago in the month of April,  my world got turned upside down. For the first time ever, I got to fully understand the meaning of perfection as my eyes Beheld a being I thought would only ever exist in my dreams.  To say she’s beautiful would be an Understatement. What she is, is far more precious, she Transcends all definitive literal labels. I was smitten at first glance, It felt like a fire had been set ablaze in my chest.  Well, I imagine it’s what Adam must have felt when he first saw Eve in Eden. Elegance embodied, proverbs 31 personified … she is some kind of special. Sadly, there is no happy ending to this story. A cruel twist of fate robbed me of happiness, leaving me feeling empty. An emptiness that has eaten me down to my soul,  A Pain like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Hurt so deep it shook the very marrow out of my bones.  But funny enough, All it takes is one look at me for you to see that. No amount of pain will make me change the way I feel about her I love her

UNCLE KIM You sprained my ankle What crowned your mind uncle? Did you become forgetful Of how you had always been thoughtful? Lately lame left ankle of mine Will walk with worry every time Recalling sweet emotions Which are now tattered curtains You initiated it all Calm down Kneel down Apologize To the most high and not me For what you extracted He'll restore if detected Don't feel irritated. @Mazdainks

Alliteration Definition Alliteration is derived from Latin’s “ Latira ”. It means “letters of alphabet”. It is a stylistic device in which a number of words, having the same first consonant sound, occur close together in a series. Consider the following examples: But a better butter makes a batter better. A big bully beats a baby boy. Both sentences are alliterative because the same first letter of words (B) occurs close together and produces alliteration in the  sentence . An important point to remember here is that alliteration does not depend on letters but on sounds. So the  phrase   not knotty  is alliterative, but  cigarette chase  is not.    In  literature ,  alliteration  is the conspicuous repetition of identical initial consonant sounds in successive or closely associated syllables within a group of words, even those spelled differently.  As a method of linking words for effect, alliteration is also called  head rhyme  or  initial rhyme . For example, " h umble  h ouse,&

......... THE JOURNEY ...... Here comes the greatest fear The fear of what it has in store The fear of taking the wrong path But I chose to keep moving forward To get to the destination With a lot of determination The roads are sometimes straight  Sometimes they are windling There are up and downs And potholes along the way I have to climb the mountains But most mountains paths Are not directly uphill But take us down the valley to get to the next peak Even though I am exhausted  Even though I feel like giving up But I must keep moving  Because it is called a race And I chose to win Penned by Bolanle 

LET LOVE LEAD Drink no more! From the water bottle of hatred But pump more water! From the pipe of love. Let it flourish!  Like stars that twinkle in the darkness. Let it's essence over take the world! Don't let it fade away Like morning dew! But instead spread Like Covid-19. Let it's breeze sanatize our hearts! Allow it's warmth-touch to entangle our hearts. Keep it's essence quarantined inside our souls for a life time. Let it's melody...... Be the only music we can hear inside us. Let it flow like a river through our hearts!!!!. WRITTEN BY NOMSA©️®️

BROKEN A paradigm of love at first sight you appeared to be A paradise on earth at last indeed are we Deeper and stronger we grew Emotionally you tighten the screw In the deepest part  of my heart you  sparkled In a flame when I was countering you  from bed I was auspicious I thought I will earn a prize from you  at the swaged  through the tunnel  eyes unseen instead  I paid a prize to you as you swagged  Cos your love was spurious Loss or profit our love was bound to face Aquarius My heart in naive you clutched My mind in its higher IQ cleared  I love you with soul in my might yet you played me otherwise as your right In all, I succumbed as forfeiture Hoping it's worth in future Boarded a life in the street So as to keep your ecstasy complete Yet you heed not to my heart as courtesy You wrote to me a lamentation of a prophecy  I didn't get this right as an attention Then you sang me a heartbroken song as a redemption  You sold to me acrimonious eye Ohye! Serpent in Eve With a

THE SOURCE   Hurray!! To the Sacred treasure with pleasure I called  Learning how to speak I called Maama before  Daada The source of salt, the unending pleasure without measure The hope of man,  d best of her kind,  Ding dong ding dong she rings in my mind Who m I without thee U, a blessed fruitful tree I praise the day thou bore me Every moment being blessed as I live  Woe!! to d slanderous man Hu forsake the origin of man; The cushion of life, the pacifier, The only door connecting me n God the Almighty the fortifier I love you Thy Land of my birth n the source of my worth I will always be part of this life long tree till death  ©️®️N. Eve

AFRICA Africa my land Africa my pride My land so full with diversity  Africa  The land that gave me my own black badge  Africa the land of prosperity the land of my ancestors A land filled with black pride that we as Africans are not ashamed  of Africa my land filled with green lands that are fortified with African pride A land filled with many places wherever in every corner people pride themselves with they African black badge A land filled with spirit of culture Africa the land of biodiversity Africa the land of my forefathers  Thutow Tsotetsi 💗Africa my land 💗

BROKEN SOUL By: precious mofokeng There was a young man , Who was broken and down, It just because he lost his favorite sister in the world, He was blooding in the heart Also lost a mom  He was crying all day Wishing that everyone could understand how he is feeling He was down and out, Sad n weak Everyone kept on laughing at me he was indeed broken, Down and out No strength to speak after everything he was through In and out The young man was reeling like crazy, No one to rescue him Again Broken soul in the young man

WHAT IF I DIE TODAY? What if today I have to die,  Would my living be under or overstay? What if I'm living with dead dreams, Or probably dead with living vision? How on earth shall I be accountable for an unaccomplished mission. I know death is certain, but why can't I tell when? In the morning, when I couldn't tell my left from right, While still under care and upkeep. Oh! How shall they dance to the death bell? As inevitable as death could be, What if I die this day? In the afternoon, with my ambition upstream. Hmm? With dreams no more in array, Was I led astray or betrayed? What if I die this day? In the evening, would I still die with sweven? With a lot uncovered and mysteries made known, How then could I foolishly forget death? What if he comes knocking today? The cessation of life as death, Shouldn't be disregarded as we are alive with breath. ©️ Ehuwa Gloria Ewa.

MONEY Money, A ruler with two eagle strides, A controller,a desire, Making the world go round But underneath, It unsheathes interns, Speaking some sense of jeopardy. Money Is a wonderful thing, And whoever possesses it is a master of everything, As money answers like a slave to anything, speaking like a talking drum, Beaten by a pot bellied drum, Leading it's way to the throne of glass. Money, The only surviving son of oba eniyan, Sitting in his majesty, The only one who bought fair brides, But yet, money is the root of all evils A dagger that struck the heart of the greedy alanba. Money is a thriller, If it's false, Ask the proud owner of piggy banks But money has wings, Like a bird it flies, Leaving it's owner in shame, disgrace and poverty. By: Glory.

THE FLAWLESS BETRAYAL I met her on the highway High with beauty and intelligence, she was a damsel of purity   I wanted her to be mine! Alas! She agreed, I was joyous My joy knew no bounds I have found the rightful woman for myself alone!     It was few days to valentine My lover was at home waiting for me      I rescheduled my day activities for my lover..... It was a day of joy as she was visiting for the first time! My flawless beauty, why the sudden call to my house now? I wondered but I was curious and happy she was visiting    We are going to rock dirty I told over the phone and I heard her angelic laughter instead.... A big surprise await me she said I rushed down to get a rose for my darling damsel coupled with gifts I got home and what beheld my eyes can't be described as I met my flawless queen sucking on my neighbors balls       The sight shot through me like I was pierced with a digger, I staggered with my gifts that turned grief in a second.... She was indeed a great p

BETRAYAL Like a sacrificial lamb, I was led to be sluttered, Heavy was my heart, I could feel my heartbeat beating so unusual, The pain of betrayal, Flash back to how it all happened, It was on a very hot morning in the summer, The sun with radiance emanating from the East, The sun so bright and early, Illuminating the whole universe, I met him that morning, As a hustler I interacted with gentility, I believed him, Not until I was framed and arrested, He engineered it all, And now he's no where around me. I was wondering  Wasn't he the same man who promised me heaven on Earth? How can he change so easily, Wasn't he the same man? Oh! I remember 'change is constant'. How callously I was treated. And now I am left to my fate, Death hanging on my neck, This is really tormenting, It hurts me to the marrow, And now, I am done trusting anything on trousers. ©️Chinemerm2020 #BETRAYAL

*THE ARTEFACTUAL NATURE* Rainbows and rainbows walk in from the desert to honour your principality; You descend on the down part of the tree where the melodious songs of birds split. A heart of the world that gives million breaths to humankind. Sea shares slinky shore shines your shrine, The moon bows to light up your subjects, Shining sunny in the daylight, While the stars glimmer their brightness at the Sundown. Jillion of beautiful creatures  have you as their refugees, My ears hear moo moa mow from the green pasture, Where the drop of stream never ceases to drop; That's the aegis and genesis of your artefactual nature. by: Est-sunflower.

DEEP GREEN (Once upon a Forest) Deep green, my testament, as I forage  through this forest of vanished glories, my memory one shell of naked echoes Roots have shriveled in  earth’s heat-harassed crypt blighted leaves float in the wind like flakes of careless scars Long-limbed lumbermen have  laid low the loins of the land; the Yes-I birds have left with their rainbow songs The desert marches towards the sea, a haughty, implacable army . . . Once (not too long ago) I talked to trees in this forest and trees talked back to me, Deep green By Osundare Niyi 🇳🇬

WHAT IS A STANZA IN POETRY? A stanza is a series of lines grouped together in order to divide a poem; the structure of a stanza is often (though not always) repeated throughout the poem. Stanzas are separated from other stanzas by line breaks.  What Purpose Do Stanzas Serve in Poetry? In Italian, the word “stanza” means “room.” Stanzas, then function in a poem like rooms function in a house. Acclaimed poet and former US Poet Laureate Billy Collins says: “You’re taking the reader on a tour of the poem, room by room, like taking someone through your house and describing it.” In this way, stanzas can be particularly revealing: the structure of a poem’s stanzas says a lot about the poem, just as the rooms in a house say a lot about the house. A stanza can reveal the following about a poem: Structure.  A poem always has a structural framework in place. Stanzas are part of a poem’s architecture.  Pattern.  In formal verse poetry, in which the poem follows a rhyme scheme and meter, the first