"fiya" poems - Hello Poetry

She say baby hurry over so I tell her okie doke She got fiya and dank earthy buds I call that oakey dope Smoke and chillin netflix playin Hoping I can hokey poke

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Sep 9, 2016

Sep 9, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC

cecelia-francis

She say baby hurry over

She say baby hurry over so I tell her okie doke She got fiya and dank earthy buds I call that oakey dope Smoke and chillin netflix playin Hoping I can hokey poke

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In the wee morning hours, while the world sleeps, thoughts of my fiya burns brightly and with substantial heat. My child is growing without her father, regardless. It pains me that she will never be under my command. She is a seeker of a man's comfort and in all due rites, it is my comfort that she seeks in another man, a male. A father's role in a child's life is a decent responsibility. It is honorable and respectable lifelong deal, or until the child exceeds legal commitment. I find myself seeking her out, my sweet fiya, and finding comfort in women. Not the mother. I did not fully accept her, the mother, and we were forced to cut the courtship short upon pregnancy. It was forged in a manner that sits uncomfortably with me. Forevermore. My intentions were to save and although it forced my hand many times, I do not see why her love is not reciprocated from me. The flames grow in my guts and it leaves a charred taste in my mouth. My fiya, my sweet fiya, will grow free of a circumstantial monsoon rain. She will grow in size and warmth. Eternamente, filha, eu sou seu pai. Eu te amo, linda.

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Feb 18, 2018

Feb 18, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC

vierra

Fiya

In the wee morning hours, while the world sleeps, thoughts of my fiya burns brightly and with substantial heat. My child is growing without her father, regardless. It pains me that she will never be under my command. She is a seeker of a man's comfort and in all due rites, it is my comfort that she seeks in another man, a male. A father's role in a child's life is a decent responsibility. It is honorable and respectable lifelong deal, or until the child exceeds legal commitment. I find myself seeking her out, my sweet fiya, and finding comfort in women. Not the mother. I did not fully accept her, the mother, and we were forced to cut the courtship short upon pregnancy. It was forged in a manner that sits uncomfortably with me. Forevermore. My intentions were to save and although it forced my hand many times, I do not see why her love is not reciprocated from me. The flames grow in my guts and it leaves a charred taste in my mouth. My fiya, my sweet fiya, will grow free of a circumstantial monsoon rain. She will grow in size and warmth. Eternamente, filha, eu sou seu pai. Eu te amo, linda.

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Architect tie Around the neck of architexture The prefecxture is a mixture hollowed betwixt epithelial and premium, **He say ya can't take the heat Out tha fiya**

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Aug 24, 2016

Aug 24, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC

Zerotheshortsword

Glass Gun

Architect tie Around the neck of architexture The prefecxture is a mixture hollowed betwixt epithelial and premium, **He say ya can't take the heat Out tha fiya**

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Existence that remains unknown is existence without rules. Since 'kun fiya kun' or "Be, and it is" is so basic, the only answer to "being" that solves is b+e=be. Still I question: "what am I, now?" as if I've never heard an answer. My mind cannot cognize its own existence with "be" nor another verb. Its rationality is as truth, which has no limits. Yet, in the midst of expansion it asks "what am I?" Answering: "fullness" is rejected when I can reject the fullness. "Disbelief" is what I am when everything is going right but I must say "I am not there yet". This disbelief is the wind in my sails, without it I would not have gone anywhere. For even positive knowledge says "there is more to find", really saying "you are not you". Thus, I am never. Whereby "be" laughs and says "still, there is nothing".

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Apr 12, 2021

Apr 12, 2021 at 6:14 PM UTC

MichaelTChase

Disbelief

Existence that remains unknown is existence without rules. Since 'kun fiya kun' or "Be, and it is" is so basic, the only answer to "being" that solves is b+e=be. Still I question: "what am I, now?" as if I've never heard an answer. My mind cannot cognize its own existence with "be" nor another verb. Its rationality is as truth, which has no limits. Yet, in the midst of expansion it asks "what am I?" Answering: "fullness" is rejected when I can reject the fullness. "Disbelief" is what I am when everything is going right but I must say "I am not there yet". This disbelief is the wind in my sails, without it I would not have gone anywhere. For even positive knowledge says "there is more to find", really saying "you are not you". Thus, I am never. Whereby "be" laughs and says "still, there is nothing".

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There's a hint of melancholy left in my breath, a hint of cold in the summer It's staples of nourishment that has lighted pathways to salvation, lighted pathways to safety and a distance from chaos places like this on the horizon and a day's sail further exist in a iridescent dream in my recollection Islands of landmass proportions that rival the wonder of planetary revelations and celestial events that streak through the sky, float among the ocean currents along side the ring of fire The children of the Pacific remember these fiya skies and praise those little portions of stardust lingering on the breeze that create it. The saline air collects in my lungs beautiful coastlines with saltwater clouds 100 meters above the cliffs are home to those that ride on air gusts they nest with their young hidden in caves a ways above the pristine and rugged rock face the sun hits them quietly to warm and she leaves them the cooler at dusk on the ridge Children of the Pacific all know this to be truth, we established this fact through generations of life It is how we ensure our survival as a people, It is community collected lessons that we feed on and digest daily, to share this with the world is our privilege and responsibility, one that we take seriously...

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Jun 20, 2019

Jun 20, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC

vierra

The Pacific

There's a hint of melancholy left in my breath, a hint of cold in the summer It's staples of nourishment that has lighted pathways to salvation, lighted pathways to safety and a distance from chaos places like this on the horizon and a day's sail further exist in a iridescent dream in my recollection Islands of landmass proportions that rival the wonder of planetary revelations and celestial events that streak through the sky, float among the ocean currents along side the ring of fire The children of the Pacific remember these fiya skies and praise those little portions of stardust lingering on the breeze that create it. The saline air collects in my lungs beautiful coastlines with saltwater clouds 100 meters above the cliffs are home to those that ride on air gusts they nest with their young hidden in caves a ways above the pristine and rugged rock face the sun hits them quietly to warm and she leaves them the cooler at dusk on the ridge Children of the Pacific all know this to be truth, we established this fact through generations of life It is how we ensure our survival as a people, It is community collected lessons that we feed on and digest daily, to share this with the world is our privilege and responsibility, one that we take seriously...

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Na fada muku gaskiya kowa sai ya dau aniya Don gyara hayaniya sai mu dandana jar miya babu sauran magiya ko mu dandana farar fiya amma banda fariya tun da mun kife rariya waye zaya zagaya ya riko mana ragaya sai dai kai kai daya Tinubun mu guda daya wanda shi zai waiwaya yan baya su sha miya babu mai tako kaya ko ya dauko duniya Wai a kasar mu gaba daya wa ne ne mai aniya ta jan ragama daya to ku amsa gaba daya Tinubun mu shi daya wa ne ne mai juriya ta rike nijeriya Tinubun mu shi shi daya wa ne ne a tsakiya wanda kowa na bibiya Na ce Tinubu ne guda daya wa ye zai yafiya yafiyar yan mamaya Tinubu ne shi daya

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Jan 10, 2023

Jan 10, 2023 at 6:00 PM UTC

Safana

A ZABI AHMED BOLA TINUBU 2023

Na fada muku gaskiya kowa sai ya dau aniya Don gyara hayaniya sai mu dandana jar miya babu sauran magiya ko mu dandana farar fiya amma banda fariya tun da mun kife rariya waye zaya zagaya ya riko mana ragaya sai dai kai kai daya Tinubun mu guda daya wanda shi zai waiwaya yan baya su sha miya babu mai tako kaya ko ya dauko duniya Wai a kasar mu gaba daya wa ne ne mai aniya ta jan ragama daya to ku amsa gaba daya Tinubun mu shi daya wa ne ne mai juriya ta rike nijeriya Tinubun mu shi shi daya wa ne ne a tsakiya wanda kowa na bibiya Na ce Tinubu ne guda daya wa ye zai yafiya yafiyar yan mamaya Tinubu ne shi daya

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