HYPOCRISY
"Be what you are, not what you think you are" - ThePlainPen
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I CAN NEVER DO WITHOUT YOU
(Rhythm And Poetry) I can'ever do, I can'ever breathe, I can'ever stand without you Lord, You're my life, you're my heart, You're my start, you're my end, You're my crown, you're my gain, You're my all Lord, I was doomed to hell But you saved me, With your blood I was cleansed, You redeemed me, From the snares of my foe, You freed me, In the shadows of death, God...you guard me, What will I do? What will I say? What will I plan? What will I gain? What will I pray? What will I claim? 'Cos without you I'm nothin' The Plain Stylus, © KAYODE AYOMIDE TIMILEHIN
A WASTED SECOND
Grrrng! a noise echoed through the room as a snoozed alarm rang for the umpteenth time. Bode jerked up suddenly from his bed as if stung by a bee. The time read 8:25 am, testifying to his serious lateness. Today, he commences his first MBBS exam (a professional exam which qualifies medical students to proceed to the clinical aspect of their studies). He rushed down to bathe which he finished in no later than ten minutes. He then set to prepare for the exam which has been scheduled for 9 am in the morning taking his time to dress up neatly and smartly. He nonchalantly strapped on his wristwatch and discovered that he has about twenty minutes left to the exam time. 'There's still more time', he consoled himself before setting out into the streets. As he hit the asphalt, he discovered the neighborhood being silent as the grave yard with no signs of a bike coming any sooner. Reality dawned on him that he would unavoidably be late for the exam wh...
MY SAVIOUR
I wandered far away, Nonetheless a reprobate, The Trinity all at bay, Typified an hypocrite, I had gone AWOL, Enslaved an incarnate. HE found me then displaced, Restored me all in place, The life I once lived, In reckless abandon, HE offered to me, A great asunder, Paid a price of none, But released it all to me. HE was slapped, bruised, Pierced and killed, All because of me, And HE died, rose, Gone to Heaven, All to gain for me. The Plain Stylus, © KAYODE AYOMIDE 'TIMILEHIN
A PEN
Petite and tiny, Cute yet small, Lovely and glossy, Is the light little pen. Tiny as it is, Small but mighty is the perfect definition, For in it, It holds the power, To life and death, To riches and poverty, To command and obedience. The absolute delight of a poet it is, To freely express volumes, Of experiences and imaginations, To regents and the masses. The Plain Stylus, KAT.