Submissions by olablinks (Ola)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A green writer with the hopes of capturing personal, second-hand and muse-induced experiences in lines of beautifully engraved poetry.
TIME
A wave over a sand house
Washing out sunny times
The irreversible memory-making motor of life
Time makes you forget the echoes of familiar friendly laughter
The hopes and promises held in a stranger's smile
Time is the test of fire
That makes ashes of joyous seasons
And leaves in its stead
Shadows of erstwhile bliss
Washing out sunny times
The irreversible memory-making motor of life
Time makes you forget the echoes of familiar friendly laughter
The hopes and promises held in a stranger's smile
Time is the test of fire
That makes ashes of joyous seasons
And leaves in its stead
Shadows of erstwhile bliss
#anxiety
#spiritual
#sleep #meditation
#sleep #meditation
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YOUR EYES; MY DEAR
The mesmerizing orbits
That flicker and flash
Glaring into my soul
For an agonizing split second
Displacing my composure and calm
Bright as light on sunny days
Illuminating your world
A beacon to the fortunate beholder
Dark and dreary on cloudy days
Duplicating bleeding hearts
Your eyes; my dear
Is the mirror to your heart
The ornament of your gracious face
Sparkling diamonds with a singular shine
Your eyes; my dear
Is a work of art
The most glorious part
Of
You
That flicker and flash
Glaring into my soul
For an agonizing split second
Displacing my composure and calm
Bright as light on sunny days
Illuminating your world
A beacon to the fortunate beholder
Dark and dreary on cloudy days
Duplicating bleeding hearts
Your eyes; my dear
Is the mirror to your heart
The ornament of your gracious face
Sparkling diamonds with a singular shine
Your eyes; my dear
Is a work of art
The most glorious part
Of
You
#universe
#nature
#FallingInLove
#gratitude
#admiration
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LIFE II
We often cry when we are happy
We laugh when we are sad
We do the good and reap the evil
The evil man seem to be blessed
We work and sweat and have but little
The slothful man, his coast enlarge
We work and pray
We get no answers
We dig and toil
We get no gold
The one who slumbers
His barn is full
And now the farmer
His kids are starving
...A blend of paradoxes
Life is.
We laugh when we are sad
We do the good and reap the evil
The evil man seem to be blessed
We work and sweat and have but little
The slothful man, his coast enlarge
We work and pray
We get no answers
We dig and toil
We get no gold
The one who slumbers
His barn is full
And now the farmer
His kids are starving
...A blend of paradoxes
Life is.
#PopCulture
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LIFE
Life is a crude labyrinth
Entangling mortals in its thorny path
Serving happiness in a dish of pain
Loving and hurting in tandem
Life has a deathly grip
And when it makes your acquaintance
You don't know whether to laugh or cry
Entangling mortals in its thorny path
Serving happiness in a dish of pain
Loving and hurting in tandem
Life has a deathly grip
And when it makes your acquaintance
You don't know whether to laugh or cry
#learning
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
#SelfWorth
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ROAD TO DEPRESSION
The road is dangerous
And filled with doubt
The road is sloppy
The ground is slippery
You dare to walk
You dare to crawl
You must not slip
You must not fall
The road is dark
And biting hard
Is the sureness
of uncertainty
You see a glimpse
The light is gone
You dare to shout
You dare to cry
You must not fall
The road is dreary
The path seem sure
You hear the children
You see the rays
Your steps are quickened
You lose your grip
Your cry for help ...
And filled with doubt
The road is sloppy
The ground is slippery
You dare to walk
You dare to crawl
You must not slip
You must not fall
The road is dark
And biting hard
Is the sureness
of uncertainty
You see a glimpse
The light is gone
You dare to shout
You dare to cry
You must not fall
The road is dreary
The path seem sure
You hear the children
You see the rays
Your steps are quickened
You lose your grip
Your cry for help ...
#PopCulture
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SKELETONS
Standing on dangerous cliffs
Monstrous reality on our tail
We run to hide
In the locker of our hearts
We become the skeleton
In our own cupboards
Monstrous reality on our tail
We run to hide
In the locker of our hearts
We become the skeleton
In our own cupboards
#SelfReflection
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WHEN WE ARE SICK AND DYING
It is the dawn of awareness
When you are sick and dying
Our life; ephemeral,loses its glamour
Our sweat and pain, irrelevant
The blindfold falls off
Our eyes of fantasy go blind
The breeze of fate
Blows open the windows of reality
The toil of yesteryears
The strength of our limbs
The folly we call youth
Passes before our eyes
In painfully slow motion
We lose the clay and breath
We wonder why we never saw
Never thought, never imagined...
We become sages ...
When you are sick and dying
Our life; ephemeral,loses its glamour
Our sweat and pain, irrelevant
The blindfold falls off
Our eyes of fantasy go blind
The breeze of fate
Blows open the windows of reality
The toil of yesteryears
The strength of our limbs
The folly we call youth
Passes before our eyes
In painfully slow motion
We lose the clay and breath
We wonder why we never saw
Never thought, never imagined...
We become sages ...
#sadness
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THE MIND
The mind is a complex tricky tool
It sings the songs of harmony
And strings the chords of despair
It blows the coolness of sea air
And the tumult of the raging sea
The mind is a complex tricky tool
Bendable yet mendable
Teachable yet forgetful
The fertile ground for good and bad
It preaches good and condones evil
Pulling haphazardly in opposite directions
The mind is a complex tricky tool
Heaven and Hell in just one spot
It sings the songs of harmony
And strings the chords of despair
It blows the coolness of sea air
And the tumult of the raging sea
The mind is a complex tricky tool
Bendable yet mendable
Teachable yet forgetful
The fertile ground for good and bad
It preaches good and condones evil
Pulling haphazardly in opposite directions
The mind is a complex tricky tool
Heaven and Hell in just one spot
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OGUN
So early in the morn
At the wake of dawn
The village still asleep
The sky just awakened
And suddenly...
The piercing sound of
Yeepa!
The garage boys are out this year
With their powder and their blue
A cigarette in one hand
A bottle of gin in the other
Shouting
Yeepa!
The office mister dressed for work
The young barrister clad in white
The optimistic applicants with staunch ties
Got their smiles wiped off their faces
By the sound of
Yeepa!
The drivers bath in...
At the wake of dawn
The village still asleep
The sky just awakened
And suddenly...
The piercing sound of
Yeepa!
The garage boys are out this year
With their powder and their blue
A cigarette in one hand
A bottle of gin in the other
Shouting
Yeepa!
The office mister dressed for work
The young barrister clad in white
The optimistic applicants with staunch ties
Got their smiles wiped off their faces
By the sound of
Yeepa!
The drivers bath in...
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2 Comments
THE AGONIZING SILENCE
The agonizing silence
Slowly gnaws my soul
Tearing haphazardly
The fragile walls of my heart
The agonizing silence
As I watch my life ebb away
In the steady flow of weakened blood
The agonizing silence
As I die everyday
When I catch a glimpse of you
Slowly gnaws my soul
Tearing haphazardly
The fragile walls of my heart
The agonizing silence
As I watch my life ebb away
In the steady flow of weakened blood
The agonizing silence
As I die everyday
When I catch a glimpse of you
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CYNICS ARE MADE
Life for some is a bed of roses
Many times you don't meet your bed the way you laid it.
The hay you made while the sun shines remain damp while the sloth gets a barn-full
Someone stole the silver at the end of the cloud and replaced it with a counterfeit.
The swift has got a fighting chance at the race!
Enough of the bull
This is Life
And she is hostile.
Many times you don't meet your bed the way you laid it.
The hay you made while the sun shines remain damp while the sloth gets a barn-full
Someone stole the silver at the end of the cloud and replaced it with a counterfeit.
The swift has got a fighting chance at the race!
Enough of the bull
This is Life
And she is hostile.
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BEAUTY FOR ASHES
More precious than the mermaid's are my tears
More torrid than sea storms are my fears
He knows when I cry
Every drop that glisten my cheeks in sorrow
And when in sadness I wallow
It is He who provides for the sparrows
He understands my plight
He speaks but a word
And the darkness takes flight
He has given me beauty for ashes
For my tears are far more precious than a mermaid's.
Olayinka 2016
More torrid than sea storms are my fears
He knows when I cry
Every drop that glisten my cheeks in sorrow
And when in sadness I wallow
It is He who provides for the sparrows
He understands my plight
He speaks but a word
And the darkness takes flight
He has given me beauty for ashes
For my tears are far more precious than a mermaid's.
Olayinka 2016
671 reads
4 Comments
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