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Every wrinkle is carefully designed by time
Each marks the beginning of a tale
And the other the end
Her eyes dim from seeing too much of the world
Now she sees so little but so clearly
With the dimness came foresight
She lost her teeth to the battles of life
She chewed on many ah Pain, turmoils
Grief and joyous joys
She won them all
For teeth less she is
But a conqueror
A Pro in chewing life’s battles.

  • Category: poetry
  • Author: karis_oxano
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Life and death at crossroads
Where one ends the other starts
Somehow there’s a simultaneous equation constantly going on with every breath
But this is my Cogitations
It’s doesn’t really matter when life starts or when it ends
But you see the space in between
That’s what counts
Say the  between is a cup
What will yours be filled with when the clock stops ticking
When men drink of your life
What will they be filled with?
Will they be satisfied?
will they be left hungry?

  • CATEGORY: POETRY
  • AUTHOR: KARIS_OXANO
  • INSPIRED By The DEATH OF A LOVED one.

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Sight ; the ability to See

I see in colours
Not in blackish black
Or whitish white
Na aah I see in hued bueties
Splashed on every streets
On every walk way
In every home
On every painted face

I see in colors
Billboards of people everywhere
Displaying the intricacies of their beauty. Gloried work of the omnificent Portrait’s of love walking the streets. On the courtyards of every neighborhood Crisscrossed in the market places

I see in colors
Mixtures of this and that
A perfect blend of lives
Distributed on earths canvas
I see YOU
I see ME
I see every other YOU’S and ME’S there’s
I see US
I see THEM
On a perfectly imperfect canvas of humanity
I see the color of every live
And how we all come together to form a perfect blend of ART.

WriTER : KARIS_oxano. CATEGORY : ART.

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You know many times I’ve stepped on my foot and bruise myself
Sometimes my feet is weak and I slip and fall
Most times taking care of my needs slipped my mind
Or like one time i broke my heart from having unrealistic expectations

Sometimes I miss the cookies in my mouth and bit my tongue
Yeah I must admit that I do bleed most of the time, sometimes I feel the hurt for days
But my legs don’t scream at me or runaway with a stranger and leave me stranded

My flesh don’t file for divorce or try to sue myself
My heart don’t stop making beats cos it feels broken
My whole body does not start looking for a mind elsewhere that would meet their needs
I don’t hold grudges and try to get back at my teeth for biting my tongue
Yeah i do feel the hurt but then I understands deeply that those hurt and pains created where not intentional

That’s what comes with being alive and relating with Self
That’s what comes with being me and making mistakes
That’s taking a breath, being Human
And that’s just like love
You should know love is not one defined or definite feeling
We always associating love with Red so subconsciously we think love is one color
Love is not one color is more like a rainbow with a thousand colors

or a canvas, where there is the highlight and the shadows,
Every brush stroke creates perfect splatters,
Bright Fades and the dark blurs
Those Blends and off colors
Those saturation and contrast are all part of what makes the Canvas
And that’s love
Sometimes I think of love as a Rose, there’s thorns, thistles and petals
It’s not always rosy even roses know
You know Pleasure and Pain are siblings somehow
Love is more lovely cos it hurts sometimes.

WrITER ; WEIRD_TRUT . CATEGORY: LOVE SERIES.

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POETRY IS ART
Art is who we are
Beauty is Artistically painted in and with words.

The beauty of the pen
Is its ability to bring to bare
Varied personalities
All locked within one soul

It crystallizes thoughts
It gives voice to the mute
It helps us torch those our hands can’t
It breaks the barrier of space
And the hold of time

For years after the ink dries
The words stays fresh in the hearts in which it touched
With eternal potency to touch more
It helps us love with words

For it transcends race or skin color
Its language is that of the heart
It gives poetry a place
To roam wild
To travel wide
In discovery of self and exploration of all there is
A place called home
For home is where the heart is.

WriTER : Karis_oxan . .. Category: Magical writing

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OUR INGENIOUS GEM

BRIEF HISTORY

William Shakespeare (bapt. 26 April 1564 – 23 April 1616)was an English poet, playwright, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world’s greatest dramatist.He is often called England’s national poet and the “Bard of Avon” (or simply “the Bard”).His extant works, including collaborations, consist of some 39 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and a few other verses, some of uncertain authorship. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.

HIS FAMOUS WORK

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

About The Poem;

Shakespeare starts Sonnet 18 with a flattering question to the beloved: “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” He goes on to list some negative aspects of summer to establish that his beloved is better. In the last part of the poem, he states that the beauty of his beloved will never fade as he will make it eternal though the words of this poem which will remind the world of him “so long as men can breathe or eyes can see“. Sonnet 18 is the most famous poem written by William Shakespeare and among the most renowned sonnets ever written.

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OuR INGEΠ|Ous G£Ms

The pen is truly mightier than the sword, and if you’re a book enthusiast you know that to be true. Some of history’s most influential people were authors, writing the most important literature and political works of all time. Writers have shaped human history, capturing some of the most important historical events and reflecting the culture of a changing world around us in a profound way. Who are the best writers of all time?

Join Us as we do an expose on this great world changers … We call them “INGENIOUS GEMS” Each week will Feature one Gem ,their history, greatest work and our review of the work….

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The twinkle behind her smile as the crease vanishes bit by bit

Dawn sets on her face Giving light to our darkness

The warmth from her eyes Melt our stone cursed heart

We dare to see the world from her eyes

We dare to see everything in white and white

No SHADES no GRAYS

“When we hurt we heal… No scars to remind us

Tell your hurts to tell their hurts they’re forgiven and forgotten
The only memories that’s left is to make more memories and be joyed
We hook up like we just met…
And have fun like today is our last… breath
No grudges for yesterdays
Every moment is tryFECTA!”
Just the world in a child perspective

Can you just love a brother like there was no scars before
Can you just love a sister like yesterday wasn’t rough
Can we just love each other like love for the sake of love
Go back kids again like when we couldn’t even spell love
But then we love still
and we love real
and we love with all that is.

Everybody is like family
Have you seen how children bond… They don’t have reservations
They don’t know about tomorrow
The full-fillers of the NOW
And there ain’t no holding back,
They give it all
You see, We’ve missed the stairs trying to get to the top floor
It’s the other way up
Yeah I said it, the way up is down
Be a child again.

Then we use to Love with everything in us
Then who knew it was four letter words
Then I couldn’t even spell my own name
I was free spirit like Khalid I hugged every stranger until they told me not to… Please!

How many times I fought with Daniel and got back together
One time I had issues with Bash and that brought us a more beautiful mores of gold
But Now we hold grudges like guns, naar, try grenade ready to explode
Until we become like kids then we are not WE… we can’t truly be US

Everything else is fake outside a child’s world.

DETAILS

AUTHOR: Weird-tRUTH and Karis_oxano

VISIBLE: public

FINISHED: December 2019.

Art work: I can draw Africa exhibition.

COMMENT FROM AUTHOR ABOUT THE POEM: visited an art exhibition hosted by I CAN DRAW AFRICA. it was love at first sight ,when i saw this painting … :karis_Oxano.

My inspiration came from the inspiration of karis_oxano and of cos the love dripping from the painting… Art really do speak.: weird_TRUTH.

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Why does black people have to make everything about race
Well, you split the colors, its good to know that black and white is not the only color on the palette… Rainbow does exists

Who actually painted tribes and colors around the world
Who drew the lines around the countries,
when next you take a flight check and tell me if you can see where they wrote Europe in the skies,
check for rich and poor,
check for weak and strong,
And if you must forget anything, cos i know you will,
please don’t forget to check for Black and white
You know all these has more to do with Religion, Racism, politics and power than conviction
but then what do i know
I’m just like Huummm, a daily reminder that freedom calls and we ought to stand up

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It’s funny how my ancestors exchanged the colored Man for shiny things
cloth, alcohol, mirrors and guns, my people were sold out for even more lesser things
Black people were just another commodity
You know Those merchants didn’t deal exclusively in slaves and wouldn’t have thought of themselves as slave traders, just traders.
Thanks to all those missionaries on slave ship who held the Bible with the palms and swords in the heart to slay us
Yo’all fuel that the fire with a kiss, be ready to cuddle the consequences like Judas
I see all the grey and blur areas
It’s such a beautiful canvas
I dip the brush in my hurts and paint all these pains
white hides, black reveals
You know yesterday I told yo’all Tomorrow Black will glow, well it’s today already
You know Welly once told me that, God didn’t create people for people to own them
Harriet Tubman once said and I quote,
“I had reasoned this out in my mind, there was one of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one, I would have the other with a smile”
My patience is receding faster than my hairline
So it’s either give me my freedom now or NOW

DETAILS

AUTHOR: Weird-tRUTH
VISIBLE: public
FINISHED: March 19th, 2020
CATEGORY: Freedom,Racism,slavery .undefined
COMMENT FROM AUTHOR ABOUT THE POEM: After watching Harriet Tubman the movie, i was overwhelmed.

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The CHAOS OF THE world.

The little child’s voice calls out
he stands in a pool of blood ,sand and pain the earth soaks what’s left of his kin
Blood and pain flowing together
A fragile heart breaks even before its formed

A little child’s voice calls out
This time not in joy of BABA’S return
Or the call of KAKA’s meal time
She’s lost to the beauty the world holds
Her childhood reaped from her before she even knows the joy of being a child.

A little child’s voice calls out
She’s lost in the movie that plays before her eyes
The violence before her
As limb separates from joints
And heads lay west and body bartered in the east..
Her grasp of humanity disappears right before her eyes.

A little child’s voice calls out
A child ages in a day
Responsibility a heavy burden on his heart
he becomes all there is to himself and his siblings.
He becomes a parent while still a child
But his sanity is in danger
He hangs on by a thread
Praying not to snap because his siblings depend on him.


I can hear their voices
It calls out to meI can hear their painI see their eyes
The lens through which I see the thread that’s about to snap..
All they want is to be a child again
Shielded from the chaos of this wicked world.

#poetryinmotion#writershub.

DETAILS

AUTHOR: karis-oxano
VISIBLE: public
FINISHED: March 19th, 2020 10:54pm
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COMMENT FROM AUTHOR ABOUT THE POEM: After experiencing the plight children face during war . I had to speak up.

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