Thank You
2 simple words that we always undervalue
Say it I'm sure it won't hurt
Say it I'm sure it won't sound absurd

We are quick to launch into a tirade
At anything that makes us irate
But we are slow to show our gratitude
To anyone with honest correctitude

So please don't be shy to grace the soul
Of the one who's just wants to help is his only goal
With 2 simple words of value
Which are Thank You

there's almost always
an ambiguity
between what my words mean
and what my mind intends them to mean.

like, with loving intention, i tell her
i can't praise you enough

she smells a ploy in praise and enough.

she interprets them as
she hasn't done enough to deserve my praise.

then, when i tell her
with age you're maturing in beauty

she takes them to mean
i'm digging at her age
and her beauty is in doubt.

last, but not the least
when i compliment her thus
you've made my life full

she retorts

no more fooling.

It goes like this,
Over the holiday I met her
We shared before but she refused me
Over and over again
Calling me,
Texting me
I decided to "assist" her
Little did I know her ****** trap
Now she calls and text me
My stomach is boiling over her
"I am pregnant "
She says,
"And surely ,I conceived of you !"
She put worries in my life
A poor student I am
My academic status is wanting
She is still a highschool student
With no parents,but lions!
Where do I go?
What do I do?
This made me for once shake
I don't know!
But my hope beyond hoping,
My life come to normalcy!

As the story goes, Picasso was walking though the market one day when a woman spotted him. She stopped the artist, pulled out a piece of paper and said, “Mr. Picasso, I am a fan of your work. Please, could you do a little drawing for me?”

Picasso smiled and quickly drew a small, but beautiful piece of art on the paper. Then, he handed the paper back to her saying, “That will be one million dollars.”

“But Mr. Picasso,” the woman said. “It only took you thirty seconds to draw this little masterpiece.”

“My good woman,” Picasso said, “It took me thirty years to draw that masterpiece in thirty seconds.”

It's rare a case
Do I find myself at this time
Awake and busy
Waiting patiently over my bed
Praying that sleep a little delay
That for once a late write
Short but weighty
I post!
Sincerely,
This is what I call fanatism
Love poem fanatic I am
Turning page after page
And sure enough
Poetry makes my day
Or my night tonight.
Just keep writing I read them!

I am here a poet
And like I do,
Someone messaged me
Like a friend ,I replied
She gave me her mail
That she had an important story to share
Like a man,I gave her mine
She was thankful
But soon she turned a refugee
Under refuge in Senegal
And desperate for help
She asked my occupation
She asked my account details
She asked for my support to transact
$55000
I refused all of them
Now she needs money
To come and meet me on Kenya.
I went ahead
To check her account in here
And she had a one COPY PASTED POEM,
And she was got,
If you are the one,
Kindly try when I am drank
I will pour out all my secrets
I will transfer half of my money to you,
The only problem is
I love Christ
And I don't go near a pub
Leave alone getting drunk.
I will disclose your details!

Like they said
Every dog has its day
Yes,for in truth I am heading hell

Two years ago
I was a junior youth
I believed in myself
I was a model
And like a good one,
I acted.

One year down the line
Last year to say,
I felt the fruits,
Bitter pepper.
I had to hold my heart still
And like a man,
I had to withdraw from the fight
I failed to prove,of my ability

Now, I am back
Today awake but weak in bones
My spirit still push me forward
That still I have to fight .
I have no option
Whatever it takes
Good or bad,
I am going back to the ring !!!

I have schemes
Hope non would let me down
My settlement went successful
Hopefully, the rest will follow suite
I am awake
And will fight to win.
My single,the aim.