"attainments" poems
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Myself was formed—a Carpenter—
An unpretending time
My Plane—and I, together wrought
Before a Builder came—
To measure our attainments—
Had we the Art of Boards
Sufficiently developed—He’d hire us
At Halves—
My Tools took Human—Faces—
The Bench, where we had toiled—
Against the Man—persuaded—
We—Temples build—I said—
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Atomori mi,
Like any iyawo eyan, girlfriend eni, aburo eni, ore eni, ololufe eni yan, olugboran okan eni, my expectations for you are so high, lofty and grandoise! I have however grown to learn that my commitment to you cannot be hinged on attainments or by anyone. So regardless of whoever that doesnt accept you, or how high you fly, how far you go, or how much you accoomplish. Females might have walked away for a reason or two, but you can be rest assured that I Adebola will always be at your corner, cheering you on. Owo le masi, but fulfilling happiness I can offer with good food for your belly and your thought, Ko si ikan ti ole yawa, ju iku ati yourself (ara e). I have your back anytime; anyday. Also, I have grown to trust you,and that my sweet is one key to a successful relationship. With every beat of my life; Olatokunbo Gabriel Atomori Awoga, you are all I love ♡♡♡♡ {WEBOMLYAAIL}
I adore, love and cherish you!
Happy New Year, ife mi !
Debola Oluyomi copyright © 2014
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
Atomori mi,
Like any iyawo eyan, girlfriend eni, aburo eni, ore eni, ololufe eni yan, olugboran okan eni, my expectations for you are so high, lofty and grandoise! I have however grown to learn that my commitment to you cannot be hinged on attainments or by anyone ( ko si eni ke ni ). So regardless of whoever that doesn't accept you, or how high you fly, how far you go, or how much you accomplish. Women might have walked away for a reason or two, but you can be rest assured that I Adebola will always be at your corner, cheering you on. Owo le masi, but fulfilling happiness I can offer with good food for that of your belly and thought, Ko si ikan ti ole yawa, ju iku ati yourself (ara e). I have your back anytime; any day. Also, I have grown to trust you,and that my sweet is one key to a successful relationship. With every beat of my life; Olatokunbo Gabriel Atomori Awoga, you are all I love ♡♡♡♡ {WEBOMLYAAIL}
I adore, love and cherish you! Always & Forever is our logo, isn't it???
Happy New Year, ife mi !
Opemipo "Debola Oluyomi" Oluwole copyright © 2014
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
Piercing the inner Sanctum
The trivial the less important will never even get a start into the bastion of peace and well being that is
Sacred and defended to the last breath the one irresistible caller that is never barred and who is as a
Master key is beauty to no avail can you post guards loveliness has no comparisons like spectacle in any
And all forms it governs and rules all of our hearts once seen the invitation is never with drawn like the
Vistas seen from a high mountain incomparable glory is touched sequestered in depths of appreciation
Moments of grandeur with this spell compression is ultimate the thick richness slowly sinks beyond all
Comprehension it will linger for a life time the blues are the high honor of dress befitting a person of
Rare quality to have and squander cherished gifts the emptiness can never be measured but to make
Contact with the sublime on a desert plane the one invaluable gift of solitude no pretense or frivolity
To cause error or a missed chance to speak and hear wonders undeniable voice that is attended by rare
Essences of tranquility that robes itself in splendor it beckons in pure language simplicity that astounds
Bewilderment of the highest order lodges in your soul the hush of holy beings are noticed if only by the
Assured peace that builds a walled fortress nothing can assail these attainments visited and began by
The unutterable beauty that moves with conscious and deliberate design to bestow upon you the
Perfection that once ruled in Eden
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 2:20 PM UTC
We are a generation,
Indeed, a nation,
Raised upon foreign warring.
Scapegoat aggravation.
Bushes and *****
Clamoring for horror and hoarding.
Conspiring against a population,
I watch through youthful aging.
With my childlike eyes, I see
The target they're blaming:
Afghan families having more
in common with me,
Working class American,
Than those transparent heirs
With the world's wealth and arrogance,
Ordering for the villagers' obliteration
Through boys from our nation.
We are a generation raised
On media sensation
Of militarized devastation;
Animal exploitation;
Technological manifestations
Providing privacy infiltration.
Material attainments;
Mental frustrations;
Fiat debt enslavement;
A nation entranced by
Senseless parading.
Tempting decadence and
Announcements with no evidence.
The September bounty of edifice
That fell with no hesitance
Still echo its unfounded,
Preemptive pretenses.
This murderous reign;
this senseless parade;
Advertisement cyclical
in their game of charades;
Dog on a chain;
Famine causing no pain.
Permissible opinions
To be solely maintained.
The damage, the waste,
The heinous race and class chase.
Oppression remains thoughtlessly dangerous,
As moral responsibility brings no attainments.
Chowing down on maimed millions
Bellowing from enslavement.
Fortunately, elder,
Rothschild, Rockefeller, or
Those above them whom
Remain blackened, faceless:
Resistance shall come
From all places, all ages.
Such as this generation of mine
Inheriting increasing complications,
With the type of America
You wish to keep in rotation.
I'll carry the flag containing
Your mistakes as a symbol,
To remind those behind me
What not to rekindle.
To the Boomer who stews
In your white collar suit,
Still refusing to shake
Your destructive pursuit,
Still asking me to lick
Off authority's boot:
Growing up in this nation,
With childhood innocence,
I grew increasingly aware
Of the land of such ignorance.
I had such thoughts since
Early adolescence,
I was not blind to larger lessons.
Only since supported by
Actual, factual supported confessions.
To the Boomer tied to his convictions,
Now will you see-
That isn't going to work
For us or for me.
I'll bring to this world
Whatever I please.
Which so happens to be
Truth, justice, and peace.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
Dear Venus of my Heart,
The Solstice of blue, once flourishing with fiery flowers red, the petals of our garden froze. The chimney of our cabin of dreams, ambitious as Alexander's attainments, pops with the fog of the remnants of heat. We used to defy the now frozen roaring raging river of time and drink from the abstract notion of forever. For me, it felt like years embracing the elation of our entangled hearts, despite the days that went by. But reality is a grey mirror, and, in a hoard of wretched ways, I wronged you. Our Ecstasy, even extremely enlivening, was fleeting in behalf of my secret despair.
Imagine I a long-lasting love, a motto that guards me of any break. An unpierceable vowel, a couple for life, to live like lions loyal, bold and courageous yet entwined. So, to pour my emotions akin to the biblical flood and undergo an Ophelia, or even a Mimì, to subversion it distresses me. The motivations of mine may map me as an adamant, but I am a romantic, a believer of one true love. I just worry my machine shall yield to the snap of the edge and the ever yearly youthful yearning of restless consummation repels me. While passion is the feeling of the flesh, love is the feeling of the soul; one mate shall be fate. And my soul longs for you in spite of the lonely length that loosens our bonds.
Thus, out of my outrageous offense, I repent. I lament my vanity, this vividly voracious scruple of kissing way before and tragically after the priest's last words without a care for the bride. I apologize for this erroneous early enamor and the ceaseless insistence to the raw departure, leaving echoes of you in pictures of us. But now alas is time for my final parting, to let go because move on I shall. Heart breaks for heart's sake.
Forever and always,
H
PS: The fog shrouded our cabin of dreams. I feared going back to our place. But doubt no longer clouds my view, so I cleared the mist. Still, the chimney's black stains cannot be cleaned. Hope for this house rests on its grave. However, a new home is just around the corner. It is up to you to build it with me. I will be waiting.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
**A resounding knock at the door,
a pair, with one killer smile stood
but how could she return it?
they barge in without waiting to be invited
the girl takes back her half of the smile at once,
and becomes the spokesperson
of the man with an intention,
from her strange countenance
one could discern in advance
the shock value of her request.
"As you know we live in great times
that value uncommon attainments more than ever,
we collect and auction them for the rich"
She didn't understand where they want to take her,
never heard the stream of tears would be the best sell
in an auction, though at times she was struck
by the sparkle that rivals the rarest of the real pearls
She stood perplexed in her hurt and pain, ancient
"Can't say how much we are fascinated
by your collection of grief, market is now wide
to accommodate, the variety of stuff in offer
your pain is so intense, it would certainly
create a stir in the heart of most hardened billionaire
we appreciate your persistence as a collector so rare"
She heard in deafening silence, the acidic voice trail off
is she saved or is it a bad dream yet again?**
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
there was a time when i had actual attainments; healthy ones,
when i desired to be smart and successful.
but currently, those goals have expunged,
now my wants are no more to be loved or wanted.
ive always wanted to be happy but right now happiness is way out of reach,
i try and try and want and want but im never good enough.
when things **** me over, i keep emotions inside,
store them in a place called my ****** up head.
but theres a point where that head of mine,
cant handle those annoying emotions and feelings.
i let them go through physically; i breathe in, exhale,
and or that moment it feels better. but in time it gets worse.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
Touched by the Divine
Kissed by a strange breeze where does it lead first to the still only a star can tell
In the den and rush we push and shove all distorted we traded blessings for naught
The thunder announces a secret we twist and turn all our concern reveals just an empty well
Into the depths we stare nothing outwardly exposed then why do you suppose all is unutterably well
Moments before the world all was a tangled mess who understood this darkest wood
All ventured forth can there be any more clueless confused lot all seemed lost
The stirring in the mulberry trees now separations hardship in full bloom now truth understood
Expectation emerges out of the deepest well that faith alone can only delve victory at midnights twelve
At the last hour the seat of power totters by him alone God chose to divide to himself
No one can find the arm of invincibility while he craves the comfort of the crowd
The unquenchable never ending cry of a perfected soul will taste the thorn and die to self
For the promise born since youth no other cause or purpose ever given a thought
The pinnacle is only reached by those who consider shame and dishonor worthwhile attainments
Submission the ultimate reverse of human endeavor by this blade alone can ignorance be cut away
The future holds change do you really intend to give everything to be a loser through estrangement
This fading gem you would hold when he offers you the universe and your deed to heavens wealth
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:30 PM UTC
So if you really go the whole way and
See how you feel about the prospect of vanishing forever
If all your efforts and all your achievements and
All your attainments, turning into dust
Into nothingness..
What is the feeling?
What happens to you?
It's a curious thing
The most real state is the state of nothingness
That's what it's all going to come to
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
For each aching heart of mine that wishes to grasp Thy treasure
the treasure is taken form my fingers and placed at wholly a higher level, so that my aching doesn't stop.
The fire of my heart grows hotter
with each passing day
and the illumination of Thy Being wholly belittles my consciousness
every time my heart seeks to look at the glory of my attainments.
No Will is there but Thine own
and no soul can replace the cup of Your love and embrace.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Time
Time is precious as I’ve been told it can escape us if we stand still and pose.
Procrastination and taking our time can lead to problems that hinder our movement, goals and attainments.
Time is essential, limited and long the more you do now works out better in the long run.
Time when rushed is a dangerous occurrence our actions have weight that once completed are fixed.
Time is different in everyone’s eyes to me it’s a hurry, goes slow or is there to appease.
Time
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 12:08 PM UTC