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In these recitation of a best Word in a best order,  shall our true self dwell and be revealed!  Our thought are but Word, our song, our say and cry are all but in a Word,  a communication of the innermost man in us. Oh Word, In darkness dwellest thou until be found  thus our ignorance to an end be brought as we with apprehension receive thine will,  a learning that forever shall be. The doors to thine unknown world thus opened unto us shall our full appreciation of thine beauty be heartily given unto thee.

Know know, anyone in there Alexa Alexa, where has everyone gone? Ask Siri Where is Siri? Walk straight and turn right to the Garage, I am here. Where is everyone? Turn left and walk straight, Alexa is a meter way from the satellite TV.

The word Abbreviation is so long That it dwarfs others.

You ask for three lines, I give you seventeen syllabus, You call yourself, Haiku.

No feeling can measure The realization so big As to, 'ah, he loves me!'

The flow of love knows no terrain, knows no weather. How come I am empty...and cold! How come I can't fill?

My boy never sings, So do I. But when he does, I know he needn't practice but I do!

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My little one never sings, and when he does, I know he always does.

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In distinguishing between written and spoken English, spoken English attempts to record accurately exactly what people say. In a passage for example, someone could say, ‘defendin’ instead of defending or ‘s’ for it’s. Omissions like this when quoted from the passage are accurate records of what people say. In spoken English people can say, ‘James and me’ instead of ‘James and I’ Other characters of spoken English include a mixture of tenses. For example a mixture of past and present tense in narrating one story. Such a change of tense is not usually in formal written English but tenses change when people are talking. The story is also sometimes interrupted by exclamations like; Hey you, hey home boy/girl, oh gosh, Ooooops, which contributes nothing to the story itself. Some of the statements that sound sensible when spoken can be seen as in logical in print or in writing. The constructed form of spoken English makes it clearly different from written English e.g. you’re, he’s, gays, etc

As the name suggests, description has to do with describing, and by doing this, one has to make the best use of Adjectives i.e. words that describe a noun. There are two sorts of descriptive writing; the objective and the impressionistic (subjective). The writer of an objective prose tries to give an account of something. He sees what he is describing as something in its own right. He looks at it from the outside and therefore, his attitude or feeling towards it is not import. The writer is like a camera. But impressionistic description concentrates on the feelings that the described object arouses in the observer. The writer is more interested in making the reader feel rather than see. To do this, they must be sure of what their own feelings are about the object, so that; they can try to arouse the same feelings in the reader. The impressionistic writer often writes as if they were inside the thing they are writing about. The two types of description are dependent of each other. The o

  As the name suggests, exposition prose is a writing that   explain or gives facts about a topic . It’s the commonest kind of prose found in text books, letters, legal documents, Newspapers or in anything where you look for information and explanation. The straight forward exposition gives the facts without any addition of personal opinion.  They are long carefully balanced or intricately constructed sentences but…   rather simple and straight sentences. The construction and vocabulary are simple and straight forward as possible. For example, in making of a meal, facts would be given about amount and the method of preparation. Slanted prose is also factual and concise, but improved by the addition of colour such that it’s sometimes called, coloured writing. Its intension is to convey the writer’s attitude and pursue the reader to accept the writer’s opinion. The writer does this by specific choice of words especially verbs and nouns that draw the reader’s attention on minor details. T

Prose is written in spoken language that is not in verse form. Verse is a form of writing arranged in lines often with a regular rhythms or rhythm scheme; that is with sound effects. So, prose is plain writing of speech without pains taken to shape it into a definite form of structure. Characteristics/Qualities of Prose Prose is basically passages or pieces of writing that have some logical grammatical order and its ideas are connectedly stated rather than merely listed. Prose writing is usually elaborate and detailed with sentences and paragraphs whose length and size vary from writer to writer according to the different styles and accompanying intentions. The variety of expressions is brought out through the individual choice of words and also through sentence structure. Therefore，how much of the passage is understood by readers is determined by the author’s choice of words (diction) and expression. The language of prose also varies from writer to writer. Sometimes, its archaic and d

When I am but lonely, In this years season When trees are but naked, The only sound being; The gurgling of the River, Whispering of wind, Chipping of birds, Whistling of Insects, And creaking of this very Lost leaves Under my light feet As I gently walk to rest This light body with A bulky soul Laden by thought of you, I regret every step That brings me far, far from you On this very gently rising landscape Where the horizon so journeys undisturbed All is grey. As grey as my soul Oh, How I wish to see green As I lay and watch the dying Warm Golden Sun, That simmers over the horizon, I wish you were here Here by my side When I am but lonely. 👈Back    

The virtues of youth in love is but wax, Their sexuality is but flames of lust That erupts like a volcano Giving chase for a life dear. Like a loaded fire-arm, It explodes Maddening the victim enough To charge more and more Without judgment. The sealing wax melts In the fire of the primal youth And the fire then reigns no more In this but a messy remain. 👈Back                                           Next👉

In the blood field we thrive As others fall. On their demise, we toss! Fear, not courage, drives us. Ideologies, not principles, we stand for! Self-prevalence not courage moves us forward Over the foxholes we rush To topple the foe that never was! We slaughter them as they us Not because we hate But for my ideology, your foe As yours mine. They will say, ‘we won the war,’ We killed them and prevailed Yet say I, ‘we are all losers Dead or live, we all lost. 👈Back                                          Next👉

Turning to thine heart To mine have I, My eyes have I let to. To my conscience has all been made real for though art but the work of all. The old dream, the wish, the if All but die today When thou art but come as a fulfillment to all A new has come. Mine love in thee have I found. Mine word have I given In thee, a tender green young plant shall be Until blossom come. The pulsing flower thou shall be even through deserts Surely, streams of water, water of mine love shall flow . And when tempest all seem loose, I shall there be And when all is calm I shall there be And when time for passing come I shall gladly do, when my call is whispered With full knowledge shall I respond In these but a journey of love. 👈Back                                           Next👉

How by hour life is kindly offered unto us Yet I die alas from pain We have learnt but alas little from yesterday Yet she who gives life and knowledge Rejoices in the present without ceasing Of tomorrow, all knowledge is forbidden The past has gained steadfastness Happiness looks neither forward nor backwards Yet I die, alas from pain She who gives life Alas, kills me and offers no life To find infinite life, Must I disappear For being is eternal. 👈Back                                           Next👉

The pavement dwellers Like spiders, Crawl all over the ugly streets, Tattered and shuttered. Houses with no walls, but a ‘rich’ ceiling, Sun at day, Moon and stars at night, Their beautiful decoration. Middle class glassed eyed With despise, Stare at their maidens At the break of dawn When unmindful of the famine Sense of bashfulness, Have a bath on street channels That carry heavenly tears, Tears of their suffering Down to the dirty slums. The pavement dwellers Yet go on living Worries from robbers, Are un known, non existent. Those who take pleasure in killing Despise them, For they get non-in doing so. The pavement dwellers Unmindful of the feminine Sense of bashfulness, Pick lice from each other’s hair. Their young men, Living on the brink of illegality Terrorise the passer bys Their old, Eyes used to seeing corpse, Hands to digging graves, And hearts to endless frustration This street, It’s small and ugly but its home

A silent communicar That audibly saith not But eloquently speaketh of untold deeds thou seeth it not when but spoken No, thou heareth it ‘Oh, I see,’ you say in comprehension. And written when it’s, Thou heareth it not But eloquently speak To thee or of thine deeds ‘Oh, true its,’ you say in agreement To the valley of guilty conscience it drives thee Thine heart, to remorse it commits Remorse so strong that judgment can not cure. The word, oh the word, Canes more than cane! And more than any sword would, deep it cuts! Every stone heart unto jelly melts The word, oh the word! 👈Back                                         Next👉

Unto political offices, Primary is Nation defense. To He in battle field, secondary is Nation defense To self-defense. Nation defense, a result of good self-defense. When they die, Failed they are in self-defense But in defense of the nation, Died HEROS. 👈Back                                                   Next👉

Look to thy ways heart, For the crowd on negative, looks Thy ways, and hate. Throw not lots For my siren is sincere Of thy fidelity’s breech On thy bosom, shall many censor Thy breath. 👈Back                                          Next👉

In aerial view, Shadows are but real And we the real are but shadows. For what our shadow is but a reflection And we ‘deformed’ thou Reflect as perfect Mirrors, of ourselves. In an aerial view Where we reflect not. 👈Back                                          Next👉

Unto this alien kingdom I return Deformed I find the alien generation Modernity diseases it A new kind of civilisations they say That but poisoned mine Yet with all might have they clung to it! And I Should be glad of another death! 👈Back                                                  Next👉

To the bushes we ran Away from our homes For with sunset came more uncertain terror. The grass that roofed our homes, Now made beds for us. The trees that gave poles to our shelters, Now happily sheltered us And took no revenge upon our earlier murderous hand on their lot. Snakes sought for warmth among us and took no bite. The piercing thorns that now threateningly stood beneath the grass that now was our bed, pierced not. The wind that spoke fallacies, The ears that listen to imaginary sounds, The eyes that gave life to still figures That in their ghastly shapes Appeared to move. Crouched and stood they as I did! All were part of the horrifying spooky tidings that rocked our very being to the core. As we to the bushes so journeyed. To hideouts where verbal communications would turn heads in horror. Where fire was lit only at night in controlled manner For smoke speaks volumes to foes far away. Like a fix north star, it would bring our bearing to they that seek to hurt us. When into t

What can I compare you to Ooh hunger pangs? An ulcer that upon her mouth soar fluid tasted Or a corrosive acid that Upon my skin fell? This weight of an empty stomach that Weighs me down as I in Slow motion rise from my sitting! What can I compare you to? To weight of liquor to a Drunk who can't find his footing, Or an empty tin that can't in a howling wind find its stand for its own weightlessness? A thunder storm roars not in clear sky, A cloudless sky. But in my empty belly, Roars this very storm! Ooh hunger pangs, To your own strength you concede! Gradually to vanity you vanish. As I to eternal bridge of darkness sink. Weakness I feel, Pain I feel not As to eternal oblivion I so journey.

Where I come from or go I know not What shape or form I am I know not Colour have I not, Taste or smell are but alien unto me. Size matter's not. But all to mine enslavement come, even for a minute! This second of smallest doubt destroys eternity! And forever flow I, River of doubt. 👈Back                                               Next👉

The Protest InExperience Inspiration Mining the Mine To Be River of Doubt Hunger pangs When Sunset Came The alien 'Shadow' Foul Heart 'Heroes' The Word Against all Odds (Part II) Citizen Fanfare The Journey Hero? Primal Youth When I am but Lonely   👈Home                                           Next👉

Like a plain page, You are my little one! And everybody around, Like eager authors, Readily inscribe on you. Your author you choose not But their work, edit Correctly what on your page write. And you shall be but a virtuous one. Little one, wrongly edit And you shall be but a piece of dung For everyone to spit upon, And no better than a plain page will your worth be. 👈Back                                             Next👉

I smitten me down with a thunderbolt that deafens, Hearing not all other calls than this lightening fast idea that now rocks me to the bottom. This one spot of light That now shines bright from this blacked out stage, Bestows its urgency upon me and hastily beckons me to its calling. All other calls, secondary but become, And I, smitten down by a thunderbolt in a haste post haste, Are lost in this but a single spotlight of inspiration That now I hold. Until the logical conclusion come, Prisoner to it shall I be, Of it but an inspiration. 👈Back                                          Next👉

Gold you may have, Silver and all that Passes for precious minerals But there is just but One mineral of them all, the Mine, Mine it today, and you shall forever prosper. 👈Back                                      Next👉

For virtue, Do not be but clay to man That any may touch and mould to what shape they desire. But like Bronze Holding an edge for all to form shape upon. In character, a fool Like water is, Takes shape of it's container, But like a still container, A shrewd man Shapes all that into his life enter. The wise, my little one, know when to 'be' water or a still container. To spot a vice and flee, Be eagle eyed. Be shift of foot and Procrastinate not Lest thou taketh the liking of clay. Let follies from others Be thine learning, And thou shall but thine own make few. Thus a fixed North Star Shall thee be For man, as even a sailor, To take his bearing from. 👈Back                                          Next👉

Humility I held as you your ear Crying out foul to mistreatment of my soul, dear. You moved by my rotting situation as I lay me down my soul. Looking not, for you mined your own pleasurities And I your 'inconvenience', worth the under look Pleaded, whimpered and begged. Today, I try again. Desperate for a listening ear, Turn to my last and desperate weapon- I strip and nude I stand there as you curse and abuse but barge in. It works, it works.     👈Back                             Next👉