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Barbara R Maxwell 6d

Is more than a city
It is a feeling
It is a place one goes to feel magic
A place that touches ones heart and never leaves
A place to go and touch history
and a place to marvel at all that is there
A place that dances like a gentle muse
Whether one fancies monuments like the Eiffel Tower or just a quiet walk down a street
Or sitting by the Seine
It is all special and sublime
But perhaps the most special thing is to be there when it rains
To watch the people moving to and fro while the rain gently washes the city while sipping a cup of coffee in a local cafe
That’s Paris

Limes Carma 6d

Neon Defiance

Forgot I was driving, lost inside the flow,
Rain blurs the glass, lights painting below.
At the red, yellow, green — a pulse of panic,
Everyone’s moving straight, part of traffic.

But straight ahead I drift, a part of what I know,
Eyes on the road, following where others go.
Then in a blink — caught between fear and dare,
I slip the wheel left, cutting through the air.

Heart pounding loud, beating in new ways.
No signs to guide, no one to chase.
Just an unknown road, a new path to race.

#life #different #unhappy #limescarma

Limes Carma 6d

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I tried forgetting what your smile did for years
Reminiscing about a past time has left me stained
More like a stomach ache, rather than tears
When I meet people now I feel emotionally restrained

I reach for something I can’t replace
Locked in a place my heart insists
Still chasing the shape of a vanished face,
I’m in love with someone who no longer exist

#love #relationship #broken #limescarma

Osahenoma Favour Moses 6d

THE VOICE THAT SPOKE

"You are neither here nor there,
How can you be successful?"—a voice in the air.
It muttered once, but I heard it thrice,
A haunting echo, not so nice.

I reflect deep—could this be me?
Is it instinct or a mind not free?
Am I imagining things in vain?
But he is right, and I feel the strain.

Jack of all trade and master of none,
But one who masters will inspire someone.
Too many tasks leave all half done,
While one at a time brings work well spun.

All in one is same as nothing,
But one in one births everything.
I do not write this to condemn,
You can succeed with more than ten.

But purpose and vision must lead the way,
Without them, you’re a leaf that sways.
A man without vision is like a trash,
Waved by the wind in a reckless dash.

I’m glad I’ve found my voice at last,
Through Poetry, wisdom shall be cast.

“The Voice That Spoke” is a soul-searching poem by Nigerian poet Osahenoma Favour Moses, born from a moment of internal reckoning. It begins with a haunting voice—an echo of doubt—that challenges the poet’s scattered pursuits across multiple creative paths: acting, preaching, storytelling, and poetry. Through rhythmic reflection and layered wisdom, the poem explores the tension between versatility and focus, urging readers to discover their true calling and nurture it with purpose.

This piece is more than a confession—it’s a call to clarity. It speaks to anyone who feels stretched thin by ambition, reminding them that success is not in doing everything, but in doing something well. With poetic precision, Favour casts light on the importance of vision, identity, and intentional growth.

“The Voice That Spoke” is part of his growing body of work known as Wisdom in Poetry—a genre where truth meets verse, and insight flows through rhythm.

#poetry #wisdom #in #reflection #african #poems #william #shakespeare #osahenoma #favour