Josh Berry World

Often times have I tried to ignore this, but the more I tried, the more it become alarming. Why can't we just act movie and know the reason of what we're doing? Why can't we just act movie to orientate and not arouse strong sexual urges?   This will be my first movie analysis, and I'll be doing it, paying close attention to the motion driving this.   I discovered that majority of Nollywood movies (especially English ones) are not guarded in contents. I'll explain every point I mention in order to avoid ambiguity or confusion.   Before I come about this, I've made a juxtapositions of Bollywood,Hollywood and Nollywood movies and have seen where Nollywood movie is getting it wrong. It has happened that, none of our English Nollywood movies are acted without sexual arousal scenes. What I've noticed is that, if either Bollywood or Hollywood would produce a romance movie, they'll be specific, indicating it as romance. But if Nollywood would produce a movie ...

When God At First Made man, Giving him all he can. He made a stay; wits raised, And then his voice he raised. "For if I should", he said, " Tilt thus nigh, gift him this, Human shall be misled, And both should losers be." "I shall withhold comfort; (Heart void of wants he sought) That when meet perfect peace, He should slip and curse me." "Let sadness give him joy, Till sadness finds no joy."      18:10:25:11:55 Note: About the jewel George Herbert left anonymously in his poem "The Pulley". The Ancestor, unveils it.

(Goes on his knee) Sir Israel, am I mad, Or like the intoxicated clouds high, To challenge your heroism? What stirs my stare, To consume you with such humiliating stare? Has he said Missiles ? Sir, to hell with Missiles: For what league does a drop of tears And heavy down pour of rain shares? It's not us, Far be it! It's lying mule-hammed Or rather, Lai Mohammed. Who cares? Whatever his name is! Captain, we cannot afford your fury; E'en let CBN collate her currency. What can our literal quotient dare, When Nobel Laureates dangle on your neck? Our patience cannot equate your stillness, Neither can our fiercest rage stir your weakness. Consider the mule, a romper, That sings balderdash, After being fed to stupor, By candy, sweets and liquor. Under the spell of Brandy Solution-ed with Alomo and Heineken. Twas slip of tongue, His heart was slower than his tongue. Believe, twas a mistake, I pray, (I rewrite what he intended to say: "Let deares...

He told me go to hell, I told him to come to heaven, What hell is not sweet to tell, When the heaven is an oven?     18:10:19:22:56 Josh Berry (Ancestor)

Toil toiled with the spoil... Well, none of the twain won sport. 18:10:19:22:15

Unidentified Poems Of William Shakespeare By Josh Berry(Ancestor)     William Shakespeare - Shakespeare, the son of William, is a renowned playwright and poet, an actor in his time and who through his works( virtually plays) have cut through diverse areas of life, ranging from war,love,comedy to heroism. Most of his works were published after his death, though acted during his lifetime.     Aside all his notable poems identified in his complete works, yet, there are some unidentified poems he wrote during the course of his plays, employing his character as the voice of these hidden poems.    I couldn't ignore when I set my pupils on these poems( yet to be mentioned) because of their distinctive aesthetics. As its been known that William Shakespeare toiled with abstract nouns a lot in most of his poems, personifying them as though they are human beings: this is not new in poetry though, lot of poets used and uses personification but Shakespeare...

Amandla Stenberg Prologue My eyes often Have been whipped with beauty: Eyes graced with illuminations, Smiles stirring emotions, Lips as of the soft hay, Caressing the voluptuous day.       But beauties are flawed:        Distinct from yours. I Your pupils are like the sun When peeping at prime of the day- Liveliness it strikes in turn, As her gaze touches the summer's day. Your smiles are like honey, But not like honey: Sweetening a battered heart. Yet, it's your cheapest art. Your voice is the communion Of the waves and the sea, Apt communication, Driving attention in crazed velocity. Your steps are like the gazelle's, A point in time: another the next. Comportment of aligned structures: The most contentious infrastructure. II All guys would want you: Those bound by sanity rule Those whose pupils are rid of scales Tinted in darkest blackness' shade- For your makes are of the cherub, Perhaps you mis...

When a man die, By accident or medium plight. Perhaps crazed by liqour, Or dancing to the jazz of 'Alomo', And his wit lose their wits, Till death he willingly kissed. Or Perhaps, he was blinded by the toil Of sweat of sweet labour, Or venom of sour spoils, Emanating as savour, From the lips of hardwork, Till he mate and was to death stuck. Or Perhaps, fairs of fear feared His fear and his courage leaped like deer, Hopping yonder to the extinct, Till break looses and hell grief. & so, the spirit could not stay longer, After the fright: scarce lingered. Then just as the spirit leaves, Just make this apt speech: "Hey Mr spirit, return to the dead, And refix his boxy suit and dread." & Shikenah* the spirit will return: Haven't you raised the dead in turn? So simple... You can raise the dead on. But well, you must train your tongue.    (Go to school!)     18:10:15:20:47 #magicalpen Josh Berry

Almajiri The death of her cry gave life to the child: Twas a male - a culprit of life. If he was to be the opposite, Alhaji would give his sweat and sights, To cite her as reference to wealth and care. But he's a male: Rough skinned, pale lips with hard scale. And Alhaji threw him into the street, To commune with dusts, dirt: his eternal seat. Decades with voluptuous lips spoke, Shekaoh in alms-begging did grow. Then, Tambuwal: A noble sheriff, Organized a cunny-stuffed speech, To disorganize the orientation, Of those youth without defined vision. He'd said: "I shall give to whom is willing, A million for a bold step: Any one who shall gird himself in this balls, Shall score sundry goals and win 7 virgins" And that was Shekaoh's dilemma: 'Bomb a group of people and Win a million for family and voluptuous virgins, Or continue in this act and die bedridden. If to soothe Allah I'll do. Tambuwal, I shall blow the group " And Sh...

The Tour The pupils of your eyes, Are the steering of my heart: Driving my emotions cruelly, Pulling the gear indifferently. Heading towards the unknown: Perhaps to treacherous time known. The wave of the whispering wind, Wooing the gentility of the breeze, Soothes my curious members, Whether or not we're lounging into danger. Blinded by affection as you and I, Your grip slid down the steering, While its velocity is high, And the break failing and failing. Now, we're broken all over: That being the fuel to our ember. ©2018

Know today that as human... You know only 12% percent about yourself... Your best friend knows 9 percent bout you... If you have two... One may know 5% and the other 4% or equal... Your parent will know 15% percent about you... And others around you will know 14% about you... Sum that 12+9+15+14 equal 50. 50/100... Now the remaining 50% about you is best known to Yahuah... Well, he know everything bout man though But for those who doesn't believe in God... The remaining 50% about them is ruled by their foolishness. 18:10:13:14:57 ©2018

Tis Idea Let's think about what we think about, And see whether they're worth thinking about: Occupying those occupied hearts, Piles of thoughts burdening the heart. Let's think about what we think about, Measuring the width,height- death and sprout. Forgone wishes wished by wishes wished, Yet,'thout attainment, continuing to being wished. Let's think about What we think about And see whether or not, They should have a worth,in our thoughts. Let's think about what we think about, The more we think, more things jeers around?       18:10:10:13:08

Messangers of peace did wroth, Nothing evil but faithful sort. ©2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Be careful of with whom you trade your love, Else you'll fall a victim of evil stuff. ©2017 Adeyemi Joshua

The beauty of juvenile lies, Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. ©2017 Adeyemi Joshua

A man's weakness, Lies no where but in his heart's greediness. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Fortune troops after nobody, But a faithful servant of nobody. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Peter pyper pick a peck of pickled pepper'. The amount is not the goal, but how he used the pepper. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Compare man's life to a tree that grows thither, But in few years, less nutrient, he wither. C.2018 Adeyemi Joshua

Be a dove in your thought, But a Lion when you are sought. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Politics is a filthy game. Yes, you said that because you have a dirty aim. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Search for nobody but God, In this wretched sphere; the world. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Hey! , who is after you? Continue in the journey, stop been fool. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Read her special hearts, Not her charming eyes. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

I don't like to touch maidens......ask them, But your body keep beckoning to me to touch them. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Tell Africa Tis of a truth about Africa, An idea seducing my ear at the eventide: He's a dwarf Bearing a gigantic burden, Dazed by weariness, Betrothed to heaviness. Diverse folks standing beyond the margin, Admonishing him: 'Move, Move, harder, harder', You can get here, if not faster', Come, ho! , slower, slower, Strangle the motion, trials're better. But could he move? The burden stayed his leg: You want a proof? Ask the bird! He being a cubits above the earth, His burden 105 cubits preparing his death. He bears the burden Or his burden bears him: Burden constituted with junks: A Suitcase bearing an octupus lung. Tell Africa, Even say to Africa: 'Unburden yourself: Put down the burden, Untie it's knot yourself, (For if another hand does, you'll be in power bed-ridden.) Search it's content, See if all are gold, Shake off the useless, Consciously re-tie the load. Then, bear on the burden, In decades, you'll get ...

Run the race, cover the pace, Measure the phase, avoid disgrace.     17: 28: 08: 16: 44 Adeyemi Joshua

Pray, fast, feed on the word. Quarrell, fight, then you can live in the world.      17: 28: 08: 16: 45 Adeyemi Joshua

Yea, Shakespeare shook the earth. But, I! with my intuity, will i break the earth. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Looking at you; they feel lust They wants to get a taste of it Promiscous eyes bewitched with anxiety Pointed heart longing for a touch The max dissolver couldn't penetrate Their rigid and gloomy heart Sharpened tongues graced with deception Aimed towards the timid prey Until they gets a taste of it Salivation will never bid them farewell Until they caress the depth of hood Their indisciplined hands will never rest They're loosed cheetah wandering in search of bone- A used bone of ethic origin They're lion without teeth Boar without fists- Pretending to possess the devouring power They've put on the mask again To deceive, degrade, receive and escape They were here before- Pointed nose! They're disgusing-On dancing mask! 'dum dum! ', they're pricking the drum- Don't dance to the tune of their jamz After the jamz they'll remove the mask- Display of veil'd personality- Dancing mask! ©2017 Adeyemi Joshua

In a flash, She swift along the path of life. Giving no eye to any seeming trash. In a struggle for destruction-like life. 'Are you going my way? ' She picks up a passanger and a passanger picks her up. She smiles hard imprisoning the affection of her prey, And gives signals to the conductor with her sensitive make up. In a trash, She refills the tank of her curiosity. Driving her prey harshly like a starch, She squeeze luxury out of her folly. After the match, She re-dresses and picks her way without delay. 'Where is my money? ' the conductor speak out harsh. Being satisfied, she directs her steps to resume the usual relay. After the search, She head back to her source. With smiles written all over her countenance, She put off her fake colour like torch. She flashes back the preceeded events, It seems her tyre are now pumply flat. Her overuse rim decides to relent, Which murders her hope of tomorrow's contract.      She parks herself still o...

The thick darkness calls at me, But what league do we have in common? The heightened atmosphere beckons to me, But my interest; moistured and forlorn. The singing toads and howling crickets, The berries and almonds speaking in tongues. The bewitching owl got me in her thicket, Now choked in the pleasantries of her throngs. Grotesque shape salutes the nooks and crannies. Now a scotting lizard later a stooping hunter. My fear levitated from venus to other axis, Before the ray of my lover glitters. More fear, dreads did darkness lent me. Till the longing lover defeated me.        17: 19: 08: 22: 28 Adeyemi Joshua

Make a league with the trinity; He's the dean of all affinity.        12: 29: 08: 12: 38 Adeyemi Joshua

Hey! , why deprived the juvenile of his breath without my permission? Why bang into the honeymoon and kicked out a noble in derision? You have no regards for souls and post in decisions. I swear if you dare approach me, i will wring off your neck in aggression. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Three o'clock at noon when the sun pierces the water. The gaze of the tree adjust the mood of the atmospehre. He's arriving with a loving notion to take away his tributes. He comes around yet still in his abode. Finally he comes with his throng, to apprehend his friend's debt. He's knocking on his friends door, pulling the locks off their pouch. He goes in cowardly taking the debt off his friend bravely. He's death, he his escaping with the debt- the breath of his friend. c.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Ako I Gba Hawked was he around the rigid globe, Colourfully girded with golden robe. His conveyer did to him affection wroth, And even kindness, love and caring sort. Again was he hawked back to his abode, With all title written all over him: the 'beloved'. He felt himself on the pinnacle of the world, Yet, returned was he to the stinky mud. When he was wroth in his affection's sight, Rushed was he to him to dress him right. He washed, kept and made him important show. Then, gave he, him, a virtue and let him go.      But, woah! , he'd returned to the mud with eager;      'What will i call thou ingrate? , but 'Ako I Gba': C.2017

An Abc And after the strife of this time, Buried by the glory of the world to come. Call of transfiguration will ho at us. Death by then will flee from us. Elation will be bethroted to us. Friend of the immortal will we forever be.    18: 01: 01: 15: 16

An Adeiu That Hurts Yes, my sin swallowed me; Like the toad-the adder's meal. When first you summoned me: Even of your love to feel. Loan was your Love and assests; You'd siad; 'Maybe he'll be an asset'. But after the Lent love laced with life, Pride weighed me down with strife: Pulling me off your standard. Scourging me even with your absence. Thy soft palm seasoned with fragnance, Elating my heart, ushering me into a trance. The smiles of your face glazed with honey, Sweetening my soul, costier than money. The lyrics of they words, Ringing yet, whipping my ears for the odds. How can i get back on the stairs; I'm made equal with tears. Even if not to fill the former field. Just let the torn soul again mend be. Come again, ho my princess: How long will you scold me with your absence.      17: 14: 11: 10: 00 Adeyemi Joshua

An History Thatt Stings Made strokes on the book, Forc'd virgin eyes to look. With intuities he served, To ignorance was exile. Many a lovely poet, By you and your sweat. Learnt and earned penny, By which they're many. Here is the *comic relief, By heart that's hard to belief. After thy longsuffering work, By death you are hawk.               The luxuries you've wroth in this sphere,               Are far from yours, Oh Shakespeare! C.2017 Dedicated to william shakespeare Adeyemi Joshua

An Infant As the former bid adieu to the latter. And strife and her folks, Accompanied the former like the ducks. So, did Joy and peace arrived at the forest to hunt. Polluting the forest with 'Happy new month'.          17: 01: 09: 19: 41 Adeyemi Joshua

And I'll Blame Him Why is devil so heartless, That he wrought all virtue valueless. Why can't he let go of man to his own: Why did he strived to mount the throne? I've said 'I'll not do your will': But you wouldn't stop poking me your meal. Leave man to his own choice: Don't get him into immorality by force. 17: 22: 12: 20: 59 Adeyemi Joshua

As the dusk approaches, The teenage-hens fasten to the tree. They stretches their neck and wings, Ready to leap above the earth ridges. 'Hey! , leave there for me', The small but mighty cock frightens others. He pecks them with his beak like a soldier. Yet, he wasn't able to leap. Their accomodator seems expectant, Waving and beckoning to them. 'Come on lovers', she beseeched them. But, the little soldier did scare her remnant.         Running still were the intimidated elites,           Till the little soldier gains his visa.   C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua Note: About fowls before they retire to their hoods.

There they sat. Thin, medium and fat. Chewing a lot of facts, Striving to make impacts. Yet, they fight for self-star, Sitting at the edge of disaster. There they sat, Sharpened tongue and drilled acts. Eagle's eyes and lion's wit, Crocodile's tear did they fit. They tend to be wise panther, But know not; At the edge of disaster. There they sat, White robe, polished cars. Magnificent abode with luxury. Preaching sadness in joy's form in hurry. They are harmless adder, Sitting at the edge of disaster. Continue with thy step, One more! ; you're kept. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

By faith, Moses walked on the sea; Oh sorry i mean Jesus. By faith, Elijah made blind see; Gosh! , my hand, i mean Jesus. By faith, peter vacated the mountain; Ho! Heaven, pardon! , i slip'd, Jesus the fountain. 'Must you, by heaven? Convey what is in my heart through the hand? ' Nay, it's not of his making, ' ....But abundance of your heart, leaketh thy hand': C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

A friend of mine, Was a friend to lie. With he, he wine and dine, Even by lie he lie. In their honeymoon, They sent dust on exile. With their stubborn shoe, Looking stern and agail. They, to the neighbours, Tends a companion. But when leak, was their odour, The neighbour's palm couldn't resist the venom. Must you lie? Or by truth vice cry? Be to yourself raw, And see if to helpers you're not drawn. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Beauty lies not in her eyes: Fair eyes like the winter's brow, beckoning to eyes, arresting attentions. Beauty lies in the heart: What does she say? Her words contrary to her actions? A dog in lambs clothing. 'Abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh'... 1) Looking stern like an indifferent moor: Looking mild like the rageless sea. But within her is an adder of seven heads, pouring out venom with detestable hatred. Beware of such: A demon in an Angel's regalia. Their actions speak volume of them. 2) Looking wild like an hungry cheetah, Whose claws are curious for blood. Not presentable and ugly within her lies an hidden jewel. Which beems not through her eyes, But through the acts of her heart. An Angel in an aged clothing. By her fruit you shall know her! 3) "The eyes talks not of beauty. The heart does." 17: 1: 12: 10: 27 Adeyemi Joshua

When all thy beauty fade, I wonder what currency will be paid. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

As tiny be as the bee, Her sting encompasses horror. She again did give honey. Hence; Every pleasant has it horror. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Going and coming, From the presence of the king. Running and flying, Yet they return'd with broken wings. Slopping and skating, Like the juveniles of the south. With spirit and flesh debating, Their habituals did again sprout. What look'st thou for? That is not surplus in the king's domain? What ho! , of thy needs remain? That the king will not willingly on you pour?                Remain thou in thy stead.                Thy gallivating did wroth you dead and live. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

After decades of torments and struggles, His bones cracked and wept heartily, His legs disagreed throading on the harmless bottles, And kept him indoor like a-day littlun of january. The fortune he piled up stabbed him, Under his comfort roof, oppressions seize his peace. The then lovely moment gave no more pleasure to him, Because the end of the race is no longer a tease. 'kpo, kpo, kpo', the vessel of misery banged his door. Coupled with misfortune he emerged. His lovely sad trend pulled down the man's joy, As he pierced his hand and took his soul in desguise:                                           "Cumi' with me, your period is done,             Lay now beneath your feet and let us be gone! '. C.2017 Adeyemi Jo...

He will often say, 'Lend me thy trust i pray.' And if trust is lent him, Then will he switch from he to him. ************************* When the Bold* weigh his flaws, Summon will he him by a call. 'Say not thou you'll serve me? ' He screamed as he did his voice bill. ************************** Money  will he say to, 'Forever will thou be my love so.' And if trust is lent him, Then will he switch from he to him. ************************* 'Oh! , how long will thou wander? ' Howl'd the supreme with a thunder. 'Will thou be forever mine? ' Or to money will thou be kind? ************************** Choose now, thou ragamuffin. God or money; Pick a king. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Once ago, all natural elements were friends: Sharing together time and lovely trends: Plastics, pails, rivers, oceans and fruit. Yams, pumpkins, were all bound by truth. But one day... Their sprouted an impromptu meeting, Whose urgency hit if not all but few patience: Barging into their privacy, Denying them of their freedom. And all agreed to go: Even to the hall of the meeting. 'The meeting was about the new revolution, Which will their affairs proffer solutions. And we all by pairs will we depart, For some to gather tools and other wits for the revolution. And so did they departed in pairs: The baskets and the liquids, a pair. So were they swallowed in the journey: Even the spell of the revolution bewitched them. The liquids were held by the baskets, And now to change the order, the liquids refused. So did the weight of the liquids weaken the baskets that even their garments torn: And so did the nakedness of the liquids show- Even their nakedness torn the...

All books can drain earthen's  faith; getting hook in just knowledege. Learning must not oppress principles' quest, recoiling set times under vulnerable wealths. X-ray Your zeal! c.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Let out bomb-like cry like a pinned dragon, Opened it virgin mouth like a thirsty buffon, Crumbled among oppositions and social dragon In a ruffled struggle for wealth and honour. It let out witch-like cry during it conquest for power, It craved and mingled with 'Paul' and 'Silas', Ran into the fame but out like a soil tiler, With nothing to write home of, Not even with a 'Papyrus'. It sailed all days through oceans of troubles, He ran through miles like banished turtles, Just in search of health and wealth clues. But in return it got a bunch of dead glues. When will the smoke cease, when will fire faint...? When will the bottle see itself, and ease it pain...? Kindle no more fire, smoke not again. Let Joy, Fortune and Happiness be reward for the game. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Thou has been our saviour, Though we've been bewitched by different savours. That emanates from thy armpits, Pulling along with it, our infamous wits. The product of your skilfulness, Has stirred in us readiness. To war against food-stupor, Even if indirectly we're tasked by the law. Like the yellow sherbet ball, That gives untamed attention to the winter's call. The seat on which you abode, Bear to us variant valuables we can't afford. And the ignominous status of your delivery, Heartily give our thoughts laundry. Many say 'You ways aren't settled', Never mind: The scorching of the fire is severe for the kettle. They often remonstrate of your health, But they know not that it brings death to our dearth.        Sa wo! , iwo erin sa ni wo tin fon,        Keep playing till their is no chance for fun. C.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

The heaven stretch'd her a shade. Fortune and luck on her did lay. Her generosity had never fade, But a but remain'd a say. Lucifer's face she wore, Wrath and fury lent her no fight. Even honour and seats she bore. Yet, a but lodge in her site. Here tarry'd my arguement: Must this demon boastfully exist? For so long he had ham'd our merry'ment. Prescribe me a pill, else the arguement persist.             Joyfully, should we in this circle?        Or by construction, intuities alternates a triangle? . Adeyemi Joshua

Being divorced by His daily bread, He scold his heart and mind. He'd devised arts of all kinds. Yet, indifferent is the daily bread. Then he resolved within himself: If life will not, then let's try death. Folly being his boast, Indecision had him like hay around tossed. He said: 'I'm tired of life, i'll die'. So, he did all means to fear his breath tried. He hastened straight into the jungle, But when he saw the Lion, his legs fumbled.      "No matter coin life gives you,       Death cannot give you two."        18: 01: 13: 14: 36 Adeyemi Joshua

                   Wealthy fruit of                     healthy fools                    Maker of life,                    designing strife.                   Tent of struggle,                  Pioneering peace.                   Giver of hope                  Retreiving peace.        ...

Life is a tree that grows without focus, A pool that flows without source. Her fruits are dejecting and nourishing, Varying from 'Carbondioxide' through 'Oxygen'. Take life as a rigid rock, Like an egg it'll be mocked. Take her even as an egg, Then she'll prove that she's a furious peg. Life is whatever you think: A classical music in it's brink? She sits at the exit of death, Beckoning to passerbys jailed by threat. Life is the song of the soul, Mending broken heart and battered sole. Life is an episode bewitched with doubt; Afraid of leaving the exit for the south. 17: 07: 11: 12: 05 Adeyemi Joshua

Let's love, Live life Pay prices Give gifts Climb clefts Feel free Join Juveniles Whose worth Can Clean Filthy flaws From faces Of Oceans Tearing tears. The time to take the Right Round rolls right Before best builders Whose wits wets wastes. Make meaningful meat Out of Other's odds: All animals ain't Satisfied seeing same sects. Jump Jump Joyful Jump Joy jilts not nomads with wits. Winners were onces oily lossing lossers . Try try Hard hard Celebration comes. 18: 01: 06: 13: 58

Oh Change, the constant meal of the world, How long will you cause us to drink from your Gourd? © 2017 Adeyemi Joshua

Fair like the winter's brow,  Wearing the makes of Cherubic's glow. Eyes dimmed with crystal power,  Breaking through emotion like man-power. Physiognomy embroided with smiles,  Taking different eyes on mile. Teeth tinted with glorious scales,  Where joy and happiness lay. Body sculpted from the rock,  Undaunted and strong like rock. Legs rounds like the ball of justice,  Adding extra qualities like the suffix. Speaks not of beauty in true:  Beauty is an heart with many virtue. 17: 22: 12: 09: 53  Adeyemi Joshua

How I Wish I wish I was there,  To have you in my arms,  Frightening the fear,  That had caused your heart harms.  I wish I was there,  To kiss away the pain,  From the lips of the fear,  That had you in sorrow lane.  I wish I was there,  To threaten proud sorrow,  With the force of care,  My shoulder would not borrow.  I wish I was there  Looking into your pupils,  "I do love you dear ",  Such words killing your worries.  I wish I was there,  But I' am not,  Yet I'm with you there,  But you know not.  Geliebte, nature will rethink,  Ayomi, harsh times will retreat,  Ifemi, sorrow will skedaddle,  And joy will be left with me and you.  Proud season shall mourn itself,  Her siblings to her be cleft,  While we our joyful joy proclaim,  And gracious Yahuah to praise.  Loads of kisses on lips,  Burdening the heart with...

Reader-Response Critical Approach Towards Analysing William Blake's "A Poison Tree"   by  Adeyemi Joshua By Adeyemi Joshua.  In my own view, William Blake's "A Poison Tree" is an allegorical piece: painting a particular picture that  contains another impression or concept, though related to it.     The title of the Poem only already possess a power of commanding and arresting attention. The image of a particular tree that is poisonous is presented by Blake. Perhaps, no one knows whay inspired him to choose that title as what befit the piece ,but prior to this literary theory I.e "Reader-Response Critical theory", laying emphasis on this is of no use because the reflection of the reader on the piece is to be noted and highly revered.      Let the Analysis begins:  Starting from the title,  "A Poison Tree", their is a precise impression it gives to me: an evil tree that has fruits that contain venomous poison to harm . What...

...Dialogue  Nature: Josh, do you have a lover  Me: Sure  Nature: Who's the lucky maiden?  Me: Sea.... Sajeen Sea.  Nature: Hmm, how much do you love her...  Me: As the cloud loves the sky,       That without bodies of cloud no sky.        Like stripes on the cloth,        By the manufacturer wrote.        I don't only love her,        But I'm in love with her.  Nature: interesting.. Does she loves you?  Me: Of course she do,        But it's 'thout clue:        Distance being a barrier...        But love can break such barrier.  Nature: Now I get it...            But don't get it.           You mean you don't love any lady here,         ...

Simile My heart skips for you like the gazelle,  Swift limbs over the pale earth,  Seducing the dust till death,  Away from wrathful foe swift fled.  Even before the foe could think of,  Miles she'd covered and far from sight halt.  18:09:05:14:44  Josh Berry Note: building on a particular figure of speech... But surrounded it with sundry letters....

SeaEntity1..  your waves should pushed  Me off-balance, should unsteady me: Break the ego in my limb,  Murder the pride of my thighs.  But it held my feet firmly,  Reproving frials of falls.  Mending the torrents opposites,  Vice-versa, what should slip thrived.  My love for this waves seduce my promise,  Of undaunted feelings and rigid emotions  Not to be stirred by any torrents,  Or the taming tames of high current motions.  But I fear the mood of the waves  Perhaps to lure me in and commute.  Commute to enticing disasters,  Disasters betrothed to hyperhydration.  But whoa whoa whoa,  Yes, I said it...  Her mood had commuted,  Unbalanced my limb,  Mock my steadily undaunted thighs.  My whole gulped by parted lips  Of her raging waves,  Down down it's sucked by ripples,  Down down I succumbed to her abyss,  Tasting the salt of..... ...

Love intoxicates  Makes your heart palpitate,  Makes your emotions radiate,  Scaling highest current, electrocuting feelings.  Love is bad  Love is hard  Love is bald  Love is mad.  Tune you strange to other maidens,  Beat your heart strong, mend it rigid. Funny it tends: to the choice colleen.  Drives your mental horizon to the alleys of worry.  Love is sweet,  Love does prick,  Love is weak,  Love is thick.  Sweet like candy solution-ed with strawberry,  Pricks your heart, drags your brain: making them enemies.  Weakens your thought, mar your dealings,  Moisture your veins, thicken the lotions in your reins.  -------- -------- ------ ------- ------- -------- ---------  Driving you like a Bremen Bull,  Crazed UPSTAIRS, all earth pull,  Hurting the soil with its hoof,  Till the craved cud it chew.           18:09:11:09...

Love, I promise....  I'll stick to you like a gum  On the fabrics of wool,  Holding unto it with lungs,  Strength and conscious pull....  No?  Gum?  If tended carefully,  As a lamb tends its sheep,  Or sheep its lamb:  Like the dimmed's searched by lamp, Twill surely clean off, rub off,  And like from a military zone, keep off...  And tend as a Phantom-ic Mirage...  Oh, I'll stick to you,  Like stripes, not wool,  Stubborn stripes on the cloth:  Tiny ones;tinier than the throat...  That no matter how washed,  It's glows and brush....     18:09:17:19:00..     Note: To the one I'm in  love with...  

Life  Stoops in  Awe of sea.  The  Sea yawn  Gulping waves.  Life  And sea,  Twain depends.       18:09:23:09:24  Entered for 3-2-1, 1-2-3, haiku contest... Poetry soup.

  I wish I was there,  To have you in my arms,  Frightening the fear,  That had caused your heart harms.  I wish I was there,  To kiss away the pain,  From the lips of the fear,  That had you in sorrow lane.  I wish I was there,  To threaten proud sorrow,  With the force of care,  My shoulder would not borrow.  I wish I was there  Looking into your pupils,  "I do love you dear ",  Such words killing your worries.  I wish I was there,  But I' am not,  Yet I'm with you there,  But you know not.  Geliebte, nature will rethink,  Ayomi, harsh times will retreat,  Ifemi, sorrow will skedaddle,  And joy will be left with me and you.  Proud season shall mourn itself,  Her siblings to her be cleft,  While we our joyful joy proclaim,  And gracious Yahuah to praise.  Loads of kisses on lips,  Burdening the heart with jo...