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Found at Last – The Black Pen
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November 9, 2010. March 11, 2015. Has it been a score and three? I haven’t seen my imagination ever so free. Locked in an old-forsaken cage. Rotten with time and age. Today I’ve found my pen and paper. Ain’t going to wait till later,. Lest I lose my puns and rhymes. Which haven’t seen the world in recent times. No more will this mind go blank. Not when I’ve found my word bank. The time is nigh. In relief, I finally sigh. One thought on “ Found at Last. December 31, 2014 at 6:50 pm. Enter your comment here.
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YOU – The Black Pen
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December 18, 2010. March 11, 2015. If I searched your heart today,. Would I Find God seated on His Throne? If I peered into those deep brown eyes. Would I see your vision? If I gave you my hand. Could I trust you enough to lead me? If we ever run out of things to say. Would I find solace in the silence? And if I were old, frail and toothless. Would you still see that sweet little girl? One thought on “ YOU. December 31, 2014 at 6:59 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. On When I Die.
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Letter to Aynes – The Black Pen
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April 22, 2011. June 6, 2014. Hi Aynes, It’s been ages and I wonder where you have been. It appears you have taken leave of us and we miss you dearly.Your sometimes interesting updates, and comments. I always looked forward to meeting you here but you’ve been very busy lately. You never told me and in great anticipation like a woman in labour, I wait. Computerised Tests at DVLA. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. On When I Die.
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Yom Afi – The Black Pen
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Poetry…Articles…And Everything In Between. February 4, 2016. Source: When I die. The Devil In Me. October 21, 2015. Curled into a ball like a white cat in a chilly harmattan morning,. My monster rests; minding its own business. Suddenly, I see movementa twitch here, a turn there and I know trouble is brewing somewhere. Someone has provoked this monster. I am a definition of angel. Oh yes I am. That thing that disturbed my quiet moments has roused the Devil in me. August 8, 2014. September 29, 2014. Weddi...
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When I Die – The Black Pen
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February 4, 2016. Source: When I die. The Devil In Me. One thought on “ When I Die. February 9, 2016 at 7:46 pm. I wondered what prompted this poem. I loved it. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. On When I Die. The Devil In Me.
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“I Was Not Invited”……And So What? – The Black Pen
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8220;I Was Not Invited”……And So What? 8220;I Was Not Invited”……And So What? August 8, 2014. September 29, 2014. I have started this piece so many times but kept restraining myself from letting my thoughts out until I saw a comment on a friend’s wedding picture posted on Facebook that said “I was not invited”. Instantly, I could feel a pang of anger and closed the tab before I could spew out the unprintable thoughts I was thinking. Mr/Miss/Mrs I-wasn’t-invited,. If the friend really thought it would be wo...
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Another Baby – The Black Pen
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January 21, 2011. March 11, 2015. Babies we know are gifts from GOD. And so is this one called ‘writing’. Oh how we jubilate when one is born. And except for people who have been through the journey of childbith. Or seen it before,. You will never know how it feels. I have seen more fathers in this labour ward than ‘mothers’. From the time of conception (when the idea pops into one’s head). Till labour (when the piece is finally produced). The expectant mother has little or no rest. Pushes hard to make t...
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“I Was Not Invited”……And So What? – The Black Pen
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8220;I Was Not Invited”……And So What? 8220;I Was Not Invited”……And So What? August 8, 2014. September 29, 2014. I have started this piece so many times but kept restraining myself from letting my thoughts out until I saw a comment on a friend’s wedding picture posted on Facebook that said “I was not invited”. Instantly, I could feel a pang of anger and closed the tab before I could spew out the unprintable thoughts I was thinking. Mr/Miss/Mrs I-wasn’t-invited,. If the friend really thought it would be wo...
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FRIDAY – The Black Pen
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November 22, 2013. June 6, 2014. Tick Tock….TGIF! We sit here like children, waiting in anticipation for a promised toy,. Eagerly looking forward to you, our weekly joy. You are a dream come true for the 8-5 robot. Oh how we keep asking of your whereabouts;. As if you were last seen in Nineteen Twenty. Time seems to take her time all the days after you. Like a model strutting her stuff….one baby step at a time,. You never seem to make it soon enough. I can picture that sneer on your face,. On When I Die.
