DarlingSCRIPT: Poem By DARLINGTON CHUKWUNYERE. I HATE TO FALL IN LOVE. I hate falling in love For love is wicked and blind And weird and wild It gets me hypnotized As thigh I was a ship to be sacrificed I hate falling in love. Love is full of empty promises and euphoria It is out f sight Out of mind I hate to fall in love It is pain ridden It is a sadist who laughs When you are slapped When you are in tears It cheers. When you give it your heart??s brake It gives you a heart break It uses your enemies against you It turns your friends against you too It makes them worst enemies of each other Still it teaches all to help one another. It makes you someone else And it blames you afterwards For love??s sake, some are condemned While for its reason some receive awards It makes one deny ones?? self. It puts one in a thousand miles Away from smiles It turns a hero to zero It changes ??Hi? to why? How I hate to fall in love! |
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DarlingSCRIPT: What would you like to share?THE TWO CROSS MEN There were two cross men One by his left and the other by his right. The two were passengers of his plight They boarded the jet of his last fight With him they soared high into the sky Until one lost weight, faith and brain. The three are all gone But not without a job well done For two out of they, still remain thither They live with us, we are they And they are we, and are here and there. They shall share all men between themselves Maybe wrong am I For it is not a lie. To say that the world is of two The one of the Elves And that of the good. The Elves are not bad But they wine and dine with the evil and the dark The good have no opinion But they wait for that fateful reunion The Elf man would say ??I have come to the end of the journey? But the good man will Nay For there??s light at the end of every dark tunnel. The Elves wallow in shadows But the good walk communally with their fellows The Elves come upon them with a slay But white always turn black to gray There are two cross men All here with us and we with them To either of the two we must belong And thus we shall live till the world beyond. So then I ask the old and the young Who amongst the two fellows Shall you choose to follow? I mean the two cross men! by DARLINGTON CHUKWUNYERE. THE TWO CROSS MEN There were two cross men One by his left and the other by his right. The two were passengers of his plight They boarded the jet of his last fight With him they soared high into the sky Until one lost weight, faith and brain. The three are all gone But not without a job well done For two out of they, still remain thither They live with us, we are they And they are we, and are here and there. They shall share all men between themselves Maybe wrong am I For it is not a lie. To say that the world is of two The one of the Elves And that of the good. The Elves are not bad But they wine and dine with the evil and the dark The good have no opinion But they wait for that fateful reunion The Elf man would say ??I have come to the end of the journey? But the good man will Nay For there??s light at the end of every dark tunnel. The Elves wallow in shadows But the good walk communally with their fellows The Elves come upon them with a slay But white always turn black to gray There are two cross men All here with us and we with them To either of the two we must belong And thus we shall live till the world beyond. So then I ask the old and the young Who amongst the two fellows Shall you choose to follow? I mean the two cross men! by DARLINGTON CHUKWUNYERE. |
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DarlingSCRIPT: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS: song of my grand fathers. We have joined the cue Of the chosen few Who attain the finishing part While others are still on the start We have fared so well, In this life??s duel It has been such a fight well fought And we demand the crown not by luck But by the reason of our fruitful season passed Amidst thorns and storms of ill thought That came calling in the heat of our task. Now is time to thank and wine and dine For it is neither of power nor might That we survive the death fight But custom still cries ??It shall be thus always? For to be a full man and grown Is not in the making of one??s own. Yes! Life can do no one any favors When there is no one to do her a flavor We are the champions But by strive and strife. Courage to you the young lions Our miniature and fruits of our wives Surely this same old song you shall sing As we now do the same ancient thing But not without work and effort For nothing simple comes simple, says T.S Eliot. by DARLINGTON CHUKWUNYERE |
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