Baskadia

The haunting of are self

I write only of what ik and feel. So i pray that may oneday god will send an opportunity my way that will allow me to provide for my family befor i lose my self.

MEMOS

Darling mistress of Nirvana, One whose ecstasy brings fertility to the mourning mud. The reason of my own Had I abandoned thee To the reminent of this world? Certainly don’t agree. Let my departure Exhale no dereliction For the cause I had to upheld. The story I wish you could infer. Gregory have no say in this. The cambium of world chaos With his Catholic convey. I’m not at home with myself What is worse than death? Letting you go, what a torture. I crave for switch of fate, Where this never i

I love you yet I feel more

I love you  yet I feel more. Ever since I laid my eyes on you something change inside my heart. I lost my reasoning, and be impulsive. When you appear I stagnate but  thinking of you I blast in bliss  . When you look at me I fall into a trap, of looking the most enchanting being, hence I shy and look away often. My strength just dissolve in your smile. I become sweet, soft and fluffy. There is something that I feel inside, but it become lost in translation. All I can say is I love you yet I feel

Blackbird

How sweet the harmonies of afternoon: The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams through whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly, while the Blackbird sings. How soft the love light of the West reposes On this green valley's cheery solitude, On the trim cottage with its screen of roses, And murmuring mill-race, and the wheel Its bubbling freshness—while the Blackbird sings.

The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.

The Tiny Stranger At George

One day at a pet shop, I met a man selling socks, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some white fox. "Got any white fox?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No white fox here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely crisps, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some wisps." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally energetic, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call electromagnetic,

I Am because We Are; a poem by Aloo Denish Obiero

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SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

Nature's Tapestry: A Love Poem

On this resplendent day so bright and fair, The azure sky a canvas for all to share. The sun, a blazing orb, doth bless and bestow, Its warmth and light on all below. The gentle breeze, a zephyr soft and mild, Doth bear the scents of blossoms undefiled. The flora, with colors bright and grand, A tribute to Nature's bounteous hand. The clouds that course and drift above, A tapestry woven by the hand of Love. The heavens bear witness true, To Nature's splendor and her sacred view. And lo, the verd

7:30 p.m.

A poem that could easily be a song about something that will never come back…

World unity

In a world so vast, we all reside, Under the same sun and stars, side by side. With colors, cultures, and dreams so diverse, Together we weave this cosmic verse. Amidst the chaos, let love be our guide, A bridge to connect, to heal, and to confide.

A Little Light to Brighten Your Day

When the clouds of grief gather and the world appears to be dreary, Remember, you are loved, and you will find your path. Take a deep breath and take a look about you. Take in the beauty that surrounds you. The birds in the trees are chirping, and the sun's rays are reaching the ground. Allow the small things to offer you delight. The scent of flowers in the garden, a child's laughing, and the warmth of the sun's beams. Take a minute to be still, and fill your heart with the hope of a better day

"Eternal Embrace: A Love Poem"

Summary: "Eternal Embrace: A Love Poem" is a heartfelt composition that captures the essence of a deep and enduring love. The poem explores the power of affection, the beauty of connection, and the transformative nature of love. Through vivid imagery and evocative language, it portrays the intensity and joy found in a profound love story.

Crushed Can on the Football Field

I'm a crushed can on the pitch drunk up empty What day it is? maybe half sunny half rainy What stadium this is? I can never tell The teams that clashed I may never know Maybe Barcelona versus Liverpool Or Manchester United versus Chelsea Each assumption leads farther from the truth The player that drank me might have been one... Probably a player from the losing team Though lifeless I could hear him quake within. I may be just a crushed can on this football field But every creature has it's own

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine

New month prayer

Dear Heavenly Father, We give thanks for a fresh start, As we enter a new month, Let us have a thankful heart. We pray for guidance and strength, To search for better days ahead, Lead us out of times of distress, Help us to know when to take a rest. We pray for faith and resilience, And for others, may we share Your grace. Help us to use our time wisely, And see Your goodness in each place. We thank You for Your everlasting love, Your presence that is always near. Your goodness remains unwaverin

The betrayal

In shadows deep, where friendships fray, Lies the tale of trust led far astray. Once, they wore masks of loyalty so tight, Yet beneath the surface, darkness took flight. Their smiles masked secrets, their words were veiled, In the garden of friendship, treachery unveiled. A dagger concealed by a friendly embrace, Betrayal's bitter truth, hard to erase. They whispered sweet promises, a pact so sly, But their deceitful hearts harbored a lie. Behind your back, they plotted and schemed, In the realm

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere