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Being a loyal servant.
Every one kick you like a ball.
Expecting you to close your lips.
Running in top of your head like a striker in a ball team.

Accused of eating a Rama bread while you didn't even touch a piece.
A victim and the accused become frustrated but no sugar melt in water.

Happiness filled the accuser and the victim and accused , believe the accuser is crazy or stressed of something.

Only God knows who did that and that who is gonna be a judge
Education is the ladder.
Education is the key.
Education is the mother of success.

Education is the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction.
Enlightening experience of learners.

Learners stop making teachers lose the war of education because of being distracted by the social world.

Boys stop believing in drugs and alcohol because alcohol is an intoxicating drink that slow down and depressing the brain.

Girls stop believing in affairs and believe in education because your certificates will never leave you but boys can leave you and left you with gift of tears in your back.

Study hard because time wasted never regain.
When you are willing to learn you will stay humble and be the good coach to your friends.

Principal words
Time is money if you are wasting your own time you are wasting your own money.

Remember perseverance is the mother of success.
Education is the key .
Education is the ladder.
Raining today tomorrow gone.
Farmers smile and sadness fight to take away the smile they had.

Grass dry and over grazing took place.
3 years of hunger become reality.
Wind blows
Flu strike
Well become dry

Which land can save our land if is not land of God.
Prayers held daily.
God give us rain.

Elderly people try to perform traditional way of calling God for mercy but is like killing a dead horse.

Africa is behind you.
Stand up for God mercy.
Confess for sins and maybe one day rain will  feel our sympathy.
Reaching the destination today.
Never minding about tomorrow.
Looking back and forward.
Finding I am in the middle.
Turning back became a curse but going forward be a blessings every one is waiting for.

Persecution took place but comfort fill the space called earth and peace start to perform its role play.

Its lucky to reach our journey without bad alerts and smile in our face is scarce because of tiredness.
Life is a journey reaching our destination is a game and being safe is the results of success.
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Raj Bhandari
JUST

IMAGINE

THE

WORLD

IF

WE

ALL

LOVE

EACH

OTHER !!
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
LifeBeauty13
You walk in the room and my breath disappears
I can't help but watch your every move
Our song is everything we do together
Do you even notice me?
Does my beauty put you in a trance or is my beauty nothing to you?
I adore our conversations,I could listen to your voice for hours
and I have when we talk in the midnight hours to morning
falling asleep on the phone,I feel so close and so far from you
Am I ever in your mind's eye more than a friend?
Do you dream of me like I do of you,what do I have to do for you to notice me?
You are Man and I am Woman,what else must I do to gain your attention
Being your friend is the hardest thing I have to do
Because I can't imagine you not in my life,I need to just let you go
but I have no idea how
The friend zone is a total Hoover.
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Ceyhun Mahi
In September, I've reached my grounds,
And dug up the jewels and gems
Who were all for the sake of Love,
And were all disguised as poems.

In September, I've met a soul,
Who is far away from my sigh,
Who showed myself with smiles and wits
And refrained me from being shy.

But even after *September
,
I still do remember
Every lesson I have learned there,
While holding them with grateful care.
 Nov 2016 Skyy Blu
Traveler
Upon the sea wall the breakwaters pound
She holds my hand my soul is bound
A salty summer breeze,  fresh and alive
Her hair blows wildly across the sky

A beacon buoy dances upon the ocean swells
Anchored to its destiny attempting to rebel
Seagulls attracted by its ringing bell
They take their haven in this beacon’s hell

Her brown eyes scan the horizon then back at me
I don't know what she sees in me
Truth is I hunger to be free; you know, like the sea
Yet like the buoy I could never leave

I start to say, you know our dreams are quite insane
But she quickly covers my mouth, “Shhh, do you want it to rain?
The sun is shining, the sky is blue and I will always love you”
I think to myself, what more could I ever want to hear
Still my heart is somewhere out there

And again the hungry sea calls out to me
Take a chance and come be free
Yet then again, where would I be
But alone upon the hungry sea...
Traveler Tim
Aug 2014
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