otuogbodor-okeibunor - Hello Poetry

Live Life To The Full Time Is Short. People spend their time wondering why do people die time is short. You say when I grow up I will do this ,I will have this ,have it now time is short. Enjoy life to the full. Children obey your parent because there will be a time you won't see them for time is Short. Parents honor your children because there is always be a time you will cry for Time is short. They say when I grow up I will do this ,do it now time is short. Many live their lives not knowing that life is a race ,don't give up, time is short. Life is short .like you Drive you something like water don't stop because Life comes with challenges but you have to face them. Written by : OKEIBUNOR AFOMACHUKWU. (July 18,2025)

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Jul 21, 2025

Jul 21, 2025 at 5:00 AM UTC

otuogbodor-okeibunor

Live Life To The Full Time Is Short.

Live Life To The Full Time Is Short. People spend their time wondering why do people die time is short. You say when I grow up I will do this ,I will have this ,have it now time is short. Enjoy life to the full. Children obey your parent because there will be a time you won't see them for time is Short. Parents honor your children because there is always be a time you will cry for Time is short. They say when I grow up I will do this ,do it now time is short. Many live their lives not knowing that life is a race ,don't give up, time is short. Life is short .like you Drive you something like water don't stop because Life comes with challenges but you have to face them. Written by : OKEIBUNOR AFOMACHUKWU. (July 18,2025)

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The best never finishes! Yesterday was good, today is better and tomorrow will be best. And yet bests never finishes for tomorrow is an expectations with creeds to happen. Each day births a newness with promises and deeper hopes. We sojourn today for tomorrow’s journey. Sojourning to journeying with vigorous renewals to hope again . We dare dream again We dare hope once more and we dare believe for the best never finishes.

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Jun 23, 2025

Jun 23, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC

otuogbodor-okeibunor

The Best Never Finishes

The best never finishes! Yesterday was good, today is better and tomorrow will be best. And yet bests never finishes for tomorrow is an expectations with creeds to happen. Each day births a newness with promises and deeper hopes. We sojourn today for tomorrow’s journey. Sojourning to journeying with vigorous renewals to hope again . We dare dream again We dare hope once more and we dare believe for the best never finishes.

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Each has their foible it's human nature but let such be as long as it doesn't hurt other people

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otuogbodor-okeibunor

Jun 17, 2025

Jun 17, 2025 at 5:36 AM UTC

dr-peter-lim

Foible--so what?

Each has their foible it's human nature but let such be as long as it doesn't hurt other people

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MEN! Giants and Roaring Lions. Your ‘Roars’ will never die. And your Breast will always drip with milk, African! Oh God! Teach me sulking skills and impact in me the skills to Dispense your given oil like theses MEN!

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May 30, 2025

May 30, 2025 at 8:51 PM UTC

otuogbodor-okeibunor

MEN

MEN! Giants and Roaring Lions. Your ‘Roars’ will never die. And your Breast will always drip with milk, African! Oh God! Teach me sulking skills and impact in me the skills to Dispense your given oil like theses MEN!

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A peep at the clouds A dance with the moon A view of the skies A berth in the sun A flash of the blues A soak in the rain A wave of the breeze A cheer(s) with the lips A life flow of the spirit A health to our souls ………………………. ………………………. ………………………. Of these celestial harmony Oh! Terrestrials……….. Dance, glo, wave & cheer up In this ballet of time The rhythm of the hearth; Our soul’s joy The mindscape at peace A display on our faces.

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Dec 9, 2024

Dec 9, 2024 at 2:10 AM UTC

otuogbodor-okeibunor

SMILES

A peep at the clouds A dance with the moon A view of the skies A berth in the sun A flash of the blues A soak in the rain A wave of the breeze A cheer(s) with the lips A life flow of the spirit A health to our souls ………………………. ………………………. ………………………. Of these celestial harmony Oh! Terrestrials……….. Dance, glo, wave & cheer up In this ballet of time The rhythm of the hearth; Our soul’s joy The mindscape at peace A display on our faces.

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In the beginning I am branded the hope of there expectations At my birth, divinations attest to it And libations gave seal to this fact. My dexterity,training and experiences affirm it For I lighten the world as a medical doctor Shaking the earth with my appointment at the state government Hospital; “He is our son, a great son,I weaned him at birth” “Yes,I remembered him, he use to run around necked” “And cry on our way to the stream.” Such was the echoes of the joy and solidarity in there voices. But here I am mangled in diversity of ill-treatments. Not I but the system. Surforcating and subjugating the hope that liven them; Headace, fever, stillbirth, no drugs, fake drugs, vomiting, More death,------------------- the list is endless. The healer needs healing, for the torch bearer is in-search of light This is the crossroad of there faith that was not In the beginning.

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Dec 9, 2024

Dec 9, 2024 at 2:07 AM UTC

otuogbodor-okeibunor

In The Beginning

In the beginning I am branded the hope of there expectations At my birth, divinations attest to it And libations gave seal to this fact. My dexterity,training and experiences affirm it For I lighten the world as a medical doctor Shaking the earth with my appointment at the state government Hospital; “He is our son, a great son,I weaned him at birth” “Yes,I remembered him, he use to run around necked” “And cry on our way to the stream.” Such was the echoes of the joy and solidarity in there voices. But here I am mangled in diversity of ill-treatments. Not I but the system. Surforcating and subjugating the hope that liven them; Headace, fever, stillbirth, no drugs, fake drugs, vomiting, More death,------------------- the list is endless. The healer needs healing, for the torch bearer is in-search of light This is the crossroad of there faith that was not In the beginning.

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It doesn't matter where you set your sight as long as it is right

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otuogbodor-okeibunor

Dec 8, 2024

Dec 8, 2024 at 5:04 AM UTC

dr-peter-lim

Pragmatism

It doesn't matter where you set your sight as long as it is right

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Live simply leave quietly feel deeply accept humbly hold gently release freely cease striving embrace the emptying

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otuogbodor-okeibunor

Dec 6, 2024

Dec 6, 2024 at 10:42 AM UTC

dr-peter-lim

The Way of Zen

Live simply leave quietly feel deeply accept humbly hold gently release freely cease striving embrace the emptying

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The sun light in purple flare peeps through the bamboo starks, its stripes in stride of leaves bubble at the hissing sounds of a conceal long belt-like tread bidding its time to hit its target and as well defend itself. And Like the cobra the chameleon dodges between the blistering colors of the bamboo yellow and it’s straying green for dear life. And minding the dance of the Hunter and the hunted; the cobra and the chameleon, is the hulk hovering in the distance sky in colors and shades as the hen gathers its chicks. At the teak bush of my Ezi the blue sky lines with the departing sunlight in silk white and gold gives hope of a life from that of the pre and predators in today’s world. The conqueror is also the conquered, a true testament that the sky is an open hall but our starting points.

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Nov 17, 2024

Nov 17, 2024 at 11:03 AM UTC

otuogbodor-okeibunor

Exude

The sun light in purple flare peeps through the bamboo starks, its stripes in stride of leaves bubble at the hissing sounds of a conceal long belt-like tread bidding its time to hit its target and as well defend itself. And Like the cobra the chameleon dodges between the blistering colors of the bamboo yellow and it’s straying green for dear life. And minding the dance of the Hunter and the hunted; the cobra and the chameleon, is the hulk hovering in the distance sky in colors and shades as the hen gathers its chicks. At the teak bush of my Ezi the blue sky lines with the departing sunlight in silk white and gold gives hope of a life from that of the pre and predators in today’s world. The conqueror is also the conquered, a true testament that the sky is an open hall but our starting points.

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