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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
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 Posted - 03 Jun 2008 : 10:33:25
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Locked in my tiny brain
I walk with you
Thinking, you knowing not
What evil I harbor for you
Sharing all the goodies
Backsliding when you slip
My knife sharp fangs
Ready to cut you to pieces
Shiny jewels displayed
Hoping I fooled you with
Toothy smiles
The hyenas grin
My interest supreme
Yours expendable
Wanting what you own
I contrive to get you down
Snake in grass patch
Hunting for unwary prey
Is there any justice in th world
Such that all are equal
This temporary world where
Only the wicked succeed
Hunter and hunted
Under the watch of the Great equalizer
Reigning from on high
Tallying all deeds great or small
You and I shall live our lives and depart
On the appointed time
Using no more than our portions
For a place surely waiting
To be judged for our doings
Before that though
Some have done good deeds
Others very bad deeds
Others yet still did no good or bad
Except to themselves
As we all had an agenda
The agenda of life
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Santanfara
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Posted - 03 Jun 2008 : 15:43:35
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kaanibaa, nice one. i am in a bother at the moment. i need the help all bantaba poets. today whilst returning some of my library books, the young turkish lady librarian jokingly invited me to take part in litrary discussion where i have to present a piece. i mean she knew all my books are about banking risk ,liguidity, monetary policies and so on but she invited me. i proudly told her, you know what check my blogg, i have some poems. she immeadiately checked them. but unfourtunately she renmarked, ''very nice''. but ''your poems are a bit sad''. so i have to come up with some thing for this thurdays after my final exam paper 12.30pm. so guys and girls present me with a happy poem. i am not a lovey duvey kind of person, so i expect meme,inez,kaanibaa,the big dalton and kay himself to assit me in deliverying one good and happy poem. if i win any prize, you shall know. ... or even sibo .every one. if no one help i may give the the loppy juice. |
Surah- Ar-Rum 30-22
"And among His signs is the creation of heavens and the earth, and the difference of your languages and colours. verily, in that are indeed signs for men of sound knowledge." Qu'ran
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inez
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Posted - 03 Jun 2008 : 19:56:08
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Santanfara...you might come up with something happy if you just put a smiley here and there...somehow it seems easier to make people feel sad than feel happy, at least here on Bantaba but if you seriously want to change, I will try to help you out here ;-) (pls no loppy juice)
1: smile while writing your poem
2: think about something lovely (no economics, politics or conflicts)
3: feel the warm gambian breeze and close your eyes
4: hear the wawes from the ocean and taste the salty drops that wind brings to you
5: see the kids playing and hear people talking and laughing
6: imagine yourself meditating and forget all your worries
7: remember: love is a powerful feeling...
Good luck, let us here the results
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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
Posted - 03 Jun 2008 : 21:40:10
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Santanfara
I have no objection to using Loppy juice and I will try to come up with a happy poem , wait a moment though , that is I will try to be happy then smile and may be with that inspiration coin the phrases to qualify happiness as it where.I am going for a stroll with my wife ,She calls it Lufta tour ,Norwegian/Greek to me .See you in a bit then |
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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
Posted - 03 Jun 2008 : 23:25:59
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I tried to do some thing for you Santa , did I get it right ? I can only but try and if you like it am happy so cheers mate.
Sunshine
Walking the streets of London Town
Dark cloudy and cold mean streets
Every day I trough through them
Head bowed
Hands in me pocket
No hellos from any one
The chilly winter
Freezing all friendly moods
Miserable misty days indeed
Even the trees shed their leaves
Like tears of frustration
Out in the meadows
The animals graze in silence
Moody every one of them
Even the bird's chirping was sad
All that matters was the feeding frenzy
While the going is good
At least none is starved
Waiting for the lovely spring
Watching for the sprouting buds
We all sigh and live the days waiting
Then it comes without notice
The mean streets turn gay and lively
Greetings exchanged by total strangers
Smiles Every where you go
The bells toll
Drowning the mighty Ben
Which hitherto was all we got
Leading the merry dance
We later join the Lord Mayor himself
Parading the former mean streets
A carnival of joy
Garlands on every pole
To celebrate the come of joy
Toasting Summer and sunshine
With cymbals ,drums and trumpets
We stroll in the happy streets
Or set barbecues in the jolly backyards
Trees full of happy chirping birds
Little memories of them mean streets
Come to mind some times
But today
Is a sunshine day
A happy holiday
With flowers blooming
On happy green trees
Bees and butterflies every where
Most of all little children laughing
To the joy of their parents
As they play in the parks
Free fun to share all day long
As the good times roll
Distant memories of those mean misty days
Take a peek now and again
But not enough to deem the joyous moments
Of sunshine happiness
While it lasts
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Santanfara
3460 Posts |
Posted - 04 Jun 2008 : 00:25:21
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quiet nice kaanibaa. but i have decided to write another depressing poem. about blood shed. .i will let kay comment on it.
your poem on london was too kind. the london i know is full of congestion and frawning men and women. delayed tubes and expensive housing. but their is a happy tune to it. good kaanibaa. |
Surah- Ar-Rum 30-22
"And among His signs is the creation of heavens and the earth, and the difference of your languages and colours. verily, in that are indeed signs for men of sound knowledge." Qu'ran
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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
Posted - 04 Jun 2008 : 12:12:18
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| Chilling bit that I should say but then ride bro! I can't wait to read your poem. |
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