oludamilaredaniel - Hello Poetry

Haiku, a poem five, seven then five morae has only three lines.

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Aug 25, 2018

Aug 25, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC

Haiku

Haiku, a poem five, seven then five morae has only three lines.

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success isn't a days job or something to wake up in hurry to say it is done patience

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Mar 8, 2017

Mar 8, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC

success is patience

success isn't a days job or something to wake up in hurry to say it is done patience

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vegetarians rock we don't derive satisfaction in skewered meat, spit kebab, meat buffet or a banquet we are told of how much we are lacking in nutrition and protein we don't mind to eat tempeh,tofu,lentils,eggs,diary or skewered vegetables we are vegetarians of family preference, religious reasons, animal rights or health issues researches found that your love takes twice more requires so much energy to digest more energy less fatigue and stress to live long without stroke, heart attack, high blood pressure or diseases of kind well I'm not cynical, eat small pieces just because we don't hear just because we don't see doesn't mean it's not there the pain these creatures we domain over feel heartless humans without hearts to feel maybe we open blind eyes maybe we turn deaf ears to them but I tell you it's there we hear and we see we are different from you we are different from the ways of the world we love it we are vegetarians and we rock!

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Oct 1, 2016

Oct 1, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC

vegetarians rock

vegetarians rock we don't derive satisfaction in skewered meat, spit kebab, meat buffet or a banquet we are told of how much we are lacking in nutrition and protein we don't mind to eat tempeh,tofu,lentils,eggs,diary or skewered vegetables we are vegetarians of family preference, religious reasons, animal rights or health issues researches found that your love takes twice more requires so much energy to digest more energy less fatigue and stress to live long without stroke, heart attack, high blood pressure or diseases of kind well I'm not cynical, eat small pieces just because we don't hear just because we don't see doesn't mean it's not there the pain these creatures we domain over feel heartless humans without hearts to feel maybe we open blind eyes maybe we turn deaf ears to them but I tell you it's there we hear and we see we are different from you we are different from the ways of the world we love it we are vegetarians and we rock!

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shoot me! cupid shot of love words are expression of heart's detest and love love me this day hate me that day this is your way I require of you true love you want to... see me in buff you are love buff seeming your stuff use me dump me and get away uncaught I know too well your thoughts long in the game I taught to my grown ups what you are is camouflaging chameleon ants flaunting and frolicking in cascade parade beholding... glassy sea mirage better back off! case closed on debate wished he wasn't late sealed is the gate I bet you have... never seen me in rage sealed is the way to my heart and this pathway

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Oct 1, 2016

Oct 1, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC

sealed is the way

shoot me! cupid shot of love words are expression of heart's detest and love love me this day hate me that day this is your way I require of you true love you want to... see me in buff you are love buff seeming your stuff use me dump me and get away uncaught I know too well your thoughts long in the game I taught to my grown ups what you are is camouflaging chameleon ants flaunting and frolicking in cascade parade beholding... glassy sea mirage better back off! case closed on debate wished he wasn't late sealed is the gate I bet you have... never seen me in rage sealed is the way to my heart and this pathway

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from a wonderful night she came alive oh my country obscured in her gloomy might her love seemed so right the feign of her tattered story she bears the burden of Africa the reign of her battered glory her body abut and juxtaposed Madagascar I wish that I fly away from my path I might not stray from the start I was taught to pray my dreams to soar in beautiful array as the nation saddles in its own barrage lamentations of 56 years' blink I see on eagle's wings what victory brings the joy of 36 shining gold rings too bright to look at naming and counting one for each and when twilight was reach in plenteous joy and happiness to the people my heart outreach compensation for years lived in wood and ash

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Oct 1, 2016

Oct 1, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC

hope of twilight

from a wonderful night she came alive oh my country obscured in her gloomy might her love seemed so right the feign of her tattered story she bears the burden of Africa the reign of her battered glory her body abut and juxtaposed Madagascar I wish that I fly away from my path I might not stray from the start I was taught to pray my dreams to soar in beautiful array as the nation saddles in its own barrage lamentations of 56 years' blink I see on eagle's wings what victory brings the joy of 36 shining gold rings too bright to look at naming and counting one for each and when twilight was reach in plenteous joy and happiness to the people my heart outreach compensation for years lived in wood and ash

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This is my last ride I pray thee, If I go one more round I could waste away with the tide This is my last ride I pray thee, If I go one more round My carpals would bruise from ice This is my last ride I pray thee. My body craved... Gone are the days of my pride Now I'm saved This is my last ride I pray thee, My muscle ache This serves me no snort and pancake All I have the devil has come to take This is my last round I will lavish no more Pound My soul is saved, heaven bound I hear heaven choir, glorious sound OD

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Sep 29, 2016

Sep 29, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC

I HEAR HEAVEN CHOIR, GLORIOUS SOUND

This is my last ride I pray thee, If I go one more round I could waste away with the tide This is my last ride I pray thee, If I go one more round My carpals would bruise from ice This is my last ride I pray thee. My body craved... Gone are the days of my pride Now I'm saved This is my last ride I pray thee, My muscle ache This serves me no snort and pancake All I have the devil has come to take This is my last round I will lavish no more Pound My soul is saved, heaven bound I hear heaven choir, glorious sound OD

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tapping spanking and smacking god-like smite this camera wouldn't roll load memory full now can't open buy new memory card don't you know? wished were as easy as so becoming shizoaffective with Alzheimer's and senile dementia buy me the memory card on a daily basis getting worse becoming uncontrollable silence will soon boomerang dysfunction incorrigible and when I begin to forget promise to help me remember don't let the world shove me aside my love to the aged outside in the community...we lads and lasses love you all and your cosmic legacies, they will never be put aside from the growing community

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Sep 29, 2016

Sep 29, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC

memory full

tapping spanking and smacking god-like smite this camera wouldn't roll load memory full now can't open buy new memory card don't you know? wished were as easy as so becoming shizoaffective with Alzheimer's and senile dementia buy me the memory card on a daily basis getting worse becoming uncontrollable silence will soon boomerang dysfunction incorrigible and when I begin to forget promise to help me remember don't let the world shove me aside my love to the aged outside in the community...we lads and lasses love you all and your cosmic legacies, they will never be put aside from the growing community

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September Hey! Do you still remember? Those struggles I had with Amber? Those dreams I had to hamper? And those scenes not proper? Well I still can, They're as fresh as sardines preserved in the can. The mixture of ember and canker From burnt Tanker to 2012's 12th of September. Hey! I'm talking to you dumb äss About the ***** secrets in your ragged diary. And the way you claim lives with your artillery. Dear September! What do you have for me this time around? Surprises or pills from the old round? ***

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC

september

September Hey! Do you still remember? Those struggles I had with Amber? Those dreams I had to hamper? And those scenes not proper? Well I still can, They're as fresh as sardines preserved in the can. The mixture of ember and canker From burnt Tanker to 2012's 12th of September. Hey! I'm talking to you dumb äss About the ***** secrets in your ragged diary. And the way you claim lives with your artillery. Dear September! What do you have for me this time around? Surprises or pills from the old round? ***

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