Ahhhhh Chickens!
Such fascinating creatures, the way they walk, the way they run, the way they eat, the way they look.
And of course the way they taste. Hnmm, how tasty indeed!

Early in the morning.
Birds besides my window, singing songs, flapping their wings.
Bothering my sleep. Go Away!.

If wishes were chickens, beggars would eat.
But life is not a bed of roses.
Oh! How I wish it were.

1.) Sitting by the window side looking at the sky, thinking back to the good ole days "boy" those were the times.

Kids playing, women gossiping, men arguing pandemonium in the market square, A normal day indeed! Those were the signs.

Filled with hopes and ambitions, making jokes and gestures where could we have gone wrong in a journey of a thousand miles.

Amidst the chaos and commotion, distortion and confusion there were better days ahead or so we thought.  A stitch in time saves nine.

2.) O sky full of mystery, O earth filled with misery, the moods have changed food I shall not taste for the clash has begun!

Empty houses, burning bushes meaningless I should say, this world has gone mad how I wish to be reborn.

Blood is thicker than water, my tongue is dry as I wonder; slash, splish-splash. What do you think is dripping? My blood or my sweat, matters not!  Soon I shall join the rest.

And when all is complete, with bodies torn to bits; ravening wolves, sickening clothes. I take my last breath and exclaim "It is finished".

Finished indeed! Displeased with grief,  the aftermath you can not fathom, our fall to the deepest bottom. All started well, none remains here.

Mirage- Prosper Anyanwu A.I

1. An Echo is heard, but the sound is mellow.
It leads me down the stream, ripples are shallow.
An ecstasy of paradise, but fantasy with melody.
My eyes are closing, all senses thou dull.
This life is better; I feel light as a feather.
2. O Heart full of joy, Ye mind full of ease.
A voice is heard, this time very loud.
It leads me to a cave, a bright light is flashed.
My mind is back, a comatose indeed.
Behold my body, with patch and ****.

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1.   Horses are stead, trumpets are heard.
Swords were sheath, blood is shed.
The topic is art, with groups of larks.
Some questions are asked, but the lesson is yet to elapse. A place and a time, with riddles and rhymes.
Stories are told, in harmony and hype.

2.  Once upon a time, with passage of lines.
The end is near, be patient and calm.
My mind is sooth; my heart is eased.
Remember to breathe, from the pressures of heat.
The sun is up; the rays have come.
My mind is dull, O body, why numb.