Years have come and gone; Days have shared the stars and sun. Now Dawns a new day, The death of days births a new year; As these days shall live, Let's have what we please. Let the sun light our course,

Source What hope is there, when we see no more the picture? What mist on your eyes, that we're now blind to the future? Where now is the picture of our spring? What cravings do we now have for nature to

Source On a frosty winter morn, I became a thought-full urn, Naturally inclined to early meditation, If by chance I may perceive life's injunctions. Oft merry and oft mournful, Oft weary band oft joyful,

Source Whispering birds, be still Preceive what we heartily feel; Cocoonsvof the woods, depart, Let us enter earth's eerie path. Our plea fell on deaf ears, So we've come to Him that hears. Amidst these

And the echoes of tomorrow ring today, While men reckons for them some other day, Not to wit, today is tomorrow's seed, And tomorrow echoes by today's deed. And the music of tomorrow is set to play, By

Source The billows imaginary, in the mind, to debar, That the our scale not, for the thought, "it's too far", Mixed figment and images enclose the eyes of the mind, To debar the craven from the

SOURCE Ha, sad to imagine the demise Of my literary existence. Scary to imagine the fate Of my academic garden of Eden. The tree of knowledge that stood me out; Appetising fruits sacked in shelves I move

Success isn't given at birth, it is earn through HARD-WORK The idea most people have towards Success makes them why they are and where they are today. They think success can be bought but they are wrong.

Hello iPlay lovers and Followers. Welcome to the end of Week 5 of the Challenge. In this post I am going to be announcing the Winners. About iPlay... This challenge is simple. All you have to do to be

Season Rust is ripeness, rust, And the wilted corn-plume Pollen is mating-time when swallows Weave a dance Of feathered arrows Thread corn-stalk in winged Streaks of light. And we loved to hear Spliced

AFRICA (Dedicated to Mme. Leony Armattoe) I once saw a maiden dark and comely, Sitting by the wayside, sad and lonely. Oh! Pretty maiden, so dark and comely Why sit by the wayside, sad and lonely? ' I

Hello iPlay lovers and Followers. I Welcome all #iPlay lovers to the Week 5 of the Challenge; where you play for reward. I believe y'all have being waiting for Week 5 to Kick off. Well, here it is! About

Who Buys My Thoughts Who buys my thoughts Buys not a cup of honey That sweetens every taste; He buys the throb, Of Young Africa's soul, The soul of treming millions, Hungry, naked, sick, Yearning, pleading,

I just came by something that wowed me. It might not be new to you but it's definitely new to me. I just decided to share it with you. DID YOU KNOW.... HONEY IS THE ONLY FOOD THAT DOESN'T GET SPOILT. Go

Hello iPlay lovers and Followers. Welcome to the end of Week 4 of the Challenge. In this post I am going to be announcing the Winners. About iPlay... This challenge is simple. All you have to do to be

Sometimes we just have to risk what it takes to get what we truly desire. Temporary comfort sometimes is a drawback from something even BIGGER. GO FOR GOLD Don't settle for less. Always strive to achieve

Servant-Kings Leave them alone, Leave them to be Men lost to shame, To honour lost! Servant kinglets, Riding to war Against their own, Watched by their foes Who urges them on; And laugh at them! Leave

The Fire Has Gone Out The fire has gone out The last flicker gone Nothing but aching gout To weather the coming storm. The Children have gone away Wafted to the South Where they will forget how to pray

Streamside Exchange CHILD: River bird, river bird, Sitting all day long On hook over glass, River bird, river bird, Sing to me a song Of all that pass And say, Will mother come back today? BIRD: You cannot

Young Africa's Plea Don't preserve my customs At some fine curios To suit some white historian's taste There's nothing artificial That beats the natural way In culture and ideals of life. Let me play with