Life, life, life...

Life, life, life,
who can predict u?
who can clearly define you?
not by possession,
nor by expressions,
you give today,
you take tomorrow,
we live today,
we die tomorrow,
what we call ours really ain't ours,
life, life, life,
what a mystery you are.

Difficulty

To get out of a difficulty go through it.

-Samuel Easton

Fear

One who fears limits his activities. Failure is only the opportunity to more intelligently begin again.

-Henry Ford

true Christmas

A shining star hanging above,
A season of sharing,
A season of love,
A season of giving and also of caring.

Shepherds out in the field,
Watching their sheep,
Angels above, good news doth they yield,
The baby Jesus in a manger asleep.

Wiseman from far bearing good gifts,
There in the stable they lay at his feet,
Joseph and Mary,their heart it doth lifts,
Cos tis tonight God and man finally meet.

Oh bethlehem,bethlehem how can you ever forget,
The night the greatest of all became the least,
The stray souls of man he solely came to get,
As a bridegroom preparing his bride for a feast

Maturing

Maturing is the process by which the individual becomes concious of equal importance of each of his fellow men.

-Alvin Goeser

For Joy

For each and every joyful thing,
For twilight swallows on the wing,
For all that nests and all that sings

For fountains cool that laugh and leap,
For rivers running to the deep,
For happy, care-forgetting sleep,

For stars that pierce the sombre dark,
For Morn, awaking with the lark,
For life new-stirring 'neath the bark,

For sunshine and the blessed rain,
For budding grove and blossoming lane,
For the sweet silence of the plain,

For bounty springing from the sod,
For every step by beauty trod,
For each dear gift of joy, thank God!

-Florence Earle Coates

Wealth

Wealth consists not in having great possessions,
but in having few wants.

-Epicurus

No Time

whispering voices in the shadows,
calling for help to a lending hand,
listening closely to the painful moan,
i wish i could but i had no time.

rustling flowers in the garden,
looking for someone to behold their beauty,
admiring momentarily their delightful colour,
i had to run for i had no time.

little children in the field,
playing blissfully and happy as can be,
would have stopped to share a smile,
i wouldn't dare for i had no time.

wrinkled and old, sitting in my rocking chair,
staring as the clock went ticking and ticking away,
wish i could turn back the hands of time,
impossible it was for indeed i had no time.

A Lazy Thought

There go the grownups
To the office,
Tothe store,
Subway rush,
Traffic crush,
Hurry, scurry,
Worry, flurry.

No wonder
Grownups
Don't grow up
Anymore.

It takes a lot
Of slow
To grow.

-Eve Merriam

Height

When I was young I felt so small
And frightened for the world was tall.

And even grasses seemed to me
A forest of immensity.

Until I learned that I could grow
A glance would leave them far below.

Spanning a tree's height with my eye,
Suddenly I soared as high,

And fixing on a star I grew,
I pushed my head against the blue!

Still, like a singing lark, I find
Rapture to leave the grass behind.

And sometimes standing in a crowd
My lips are cool against a cloud.

-Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Advice

No one can give you better advice than yourself.

-Cicero

ONCE UPON A CHRISTMAS

Once upon a Christmas day,
in far away Bethlehem,
the King was born and his name,
was called Jesus the Christ.

Men he came to save from sin,
he the king of kings became a pauper,
the creator stooped low by love,
to conquer.

He the most powerful being,
in universed yet was so meek and humble,
stooped low and washed the feet,
of the clay he created.

Some say he was born in April,
for how could sheep be out in december's cold,
some say he was born in October,
yet some say he was born in December.

But methinks it matters not,
not when he was born methinks the question is,
has he been born in our hearts?

Once upon a Christmas day in far away Bethlehem,
the king God became a man,
and ever since he seeks that men be like him.

Dedicated to those who want to be like Jesus Christ.

Merry Christmas

- Ayodele Oso

Everyone

Every human being is intended to have a character of his own;
to be what no other is, and to do what no other can do.

-William Channing

Portrait of Dr.Gachet(1890)

-by Vincent van Gogh
Worth: $82.5 million

You.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

-Christian Bovee

The Bard

The roots of thoughts,
the innermost cogitations,
the quest for audience,
all are but efforts to be,
to be is to be perceived?
No! to perceive is to be

-Ayodele Oso

Somebody, Everybody, Anybody and Nobody

A task was meant for Somebody
Everybody felt it was best for anybody
And later it was done by nobody
Who did it graciously for somebody

Everybody got mad and walked away
Anybody felt – ‘well, I’ll wait for another day’
Nobody knelt for a moment to pray
For somebody to find the way

When everybody saw that the task was done
While Anybody was feeling it was wrongly done
Nobody did it and said it can’t be undone
Because somebody saw it and said well done

Everybody began to criticize nobody for doing it
While somebody told anybody about the huge benefit
Nobody went with somebody to get the profit
And everbody and nobody didn’t know it

Somebody who the task was done for never remained the same
Gave nobody to pense – a book and a name
Everybody felt somebody was greasing nobody’s fame
But anybody became jealous and went home with shame

The truth of the matter is that Nobody did for Somebody what Everybody could have done for Anybody.

life

Life is not a having and a getting,
but a being and a becoming.

-Matthew Arnold

Christ in Gethsemane

-By Heinrich Hoffmann(1890)

purchased by John D. Rockefeller, Jr.
Current Location:Riverside Church, New York City.

picture hanging on the wall

Looking deeply and staringly at me,
With eyes that had so much to say,
Lips tightly shut,
Just a pure gentle gaze,
Tell me, tell me do you have anything to say,
Say something,
Say anything I’ll listen I promise,
Still the same gentle gaze with so much to say,
Even though I’m just a picture on the wall,
If you look deeply inside you,
You’ll hear every word,
I could say much,
But you’ll say understand little,
Look deep in your heart you’ll understand it better,
Afterall I’m just a picture hanging on the wall.

"from my heart" 2

No one knows the real me

Anyone out there? Is anyone even listening? I have return to give more insight to this hurting heart. Are you still interesting in exploring my personality?

I have reached the conclusion that sitting on my bed and mopping won't really get me far. 'The death' option only proves that I am a coward and that I am not strong enough to face the challenges of this life. Run away? That is definately a tempting offer.

Hey I can do it. I can start over. New friends, a new job. Nothing from the past to bring back all the hurt. Dear mind come back here.....You go through to come out. In that case, I am resolved to keep on hanging in there

Hold that thought. I am almost reaching my late twenties. This means that I must have been hanging in there for quiet a while. So is that my way of telling me "buddy you have tried! it is time to throw in the towel"

No no no no no (as my dad would say). I still have dreams and goals. This one thing cannot way me down. BUT I AM JUST ONE PERSON and when it comes down to the koko I just want to be appreciatated for the little things I do.

There is a real me hiding away somewhere. A real me that yet to be discovered. A real me that crying out, but no one is listening....if you promise to come back, i'll tell you about the me that no one knows.....

-miheart

Last Words on the Battlefield.

Growing up in the war front had made me tough, fearless and very brave, I and a couple of friends were handed rifles and sent to the battle front to fight for and defend all we could call ours', in my case my family, my land , and all that I had inherited.I had grown up on a little farm house further up north of my country.My mother was a frail figured woman, and this often times fooled her peers because I always knew I got a good deal of her bravery as she also grew up on a battlefield too, on the other hand my father was a corporal in the army who rarely had time for his family, because of his military skills he was always on duty and I never had time to with him. Nevertheless the few times I spent with him I sensed his fears and weaknesses, many of which i couldn't figure out but one thing I felt the most was his reluctance to my joining the military, which he and my mother shared, but I strongly objected and ignored what I considered their feeble emotions and went on with my ambitious plans. However, sooner enough I found out what they had strongly tried to protect me from, but it was too late, had I taken a second thought over thair words,it would have spared me the trouble of a perilous life.
Laying in a stretcher with my body wrecked with pain from several bullet wounds, I knew i was several minutes away from my last breath on earth,as I lay thinking about my own life story and how it would be be told, tears trickle down my face as I ponder on all I had lost during the war, engulfed in my own pursuit for greatness,I had lost all. As I watch my own blood oozing out of me and my hand begins to go numb as life gently strays from me, I whisper a short salute to my gallantry "here lies Private John Stuart,a broken and wounded soldier who fought gallantly and bravely and won several battles and medals, but forgot he was his greatest enemy...God have mercy on me". I feel my eyelids shutting like the curtain of a great play, the drama of my life is finally over.

snap outta that...

Woke up at 5:20am looked out at the pitch dark sky then back at my alarm with an annoyed look as if to say;"quit bugging me".The truth is i actually set it that way as a remedy for my very infectious deep sleep (geez why can't the night be a little bit longer). Sitting up , a lot of words began to stream through my mind, how do I describe how awfully reluctant i felt about going to work,what a modern day torture, well i finally found the will to pull myself up,,oops..just a second, i'm not going any further with this, opened my eyes took a good look at my time on my phone, twas just 12:01am, I had barely slept 2hours, heaved a sigh of relief and mumbled under my breath "thank goodness its only a dream".

KING and pawns.

THEY ARE ALWAYS RIGHT,
THEY MUST GET WHAT THEY WANT,
THEY JUST HAVE THE IDEA THAT IF THEY DO NOT GET IT, THE WORLD WILL TURN OVER.

SOMETIMES THEY ARE INSATIABLE,
YOU TRY YOUR BEST BUT THEY ARE NOT LOOKIN AT THAT,
THEY ARE LOOKIN AT THE BEST THEY WANT FROM YOU,
BUT REALLY THEY ARE RIGHT .

YOU SET UP A BUSINESS FOR THEM,
YOU DO THE ADVERTS FOR THEM,
THE WORD OF MOUTH IS FOR THEM,
BUT WHY ARE THEY NOT SATISFIED

THE RACE IS FOR THEM,
THE COMPETITION IS FOR THEM,
THE HELTER SKELTER IS FOR THEM,
THE TRIALS ON THE JOB IS TO SATISFY THEM,
THE SELF DEVELOPMENT AND MIND BATTLES ARE FOR THEM,
BUT WHY DO THEY NOT SEE IT?

THEY CANNOT SEE IT BECAUSE THE AREN'T LOOKING IN,
THEY CANNOT SEE IT BECASUE THEY WANT WHAT THEY WANT,
THEY CANNOT SEE IT BECAUSE THEY ARE KINGS.

YOU BUILT THIS EMPIRE FOR THEM,
AND THEY WILL RULE,
THOUGH YOU OWN IT,
THE "THEY AND THEM", RULE IT,
BECAUSE THEY ARE KING.

P.S.:serve your king with decency and wisdom,
he will rule you well and tell other nations about you.

-Anonymous

Monalisa

By Leonardo da Vinci

rain in exile!!!

Mowing the lawn on a cloudy wasn't much of a bad idea as to doing it on a sunny day, except for the fact that it could mean one thing only, either light showers or a storm could be around the corner somewhere. I had come to a selfish conclusion that rainy days should be exiled off the planet for a century or more, neglecting the fact that without it there would be not just no farming for the farmers alone, but famine for the world at large, well i couldn't care less considering how the rain had ruined several get-togethers, re-unions, birthdays, weddings and even funeral services in my county. Taking a curve around my favourite spot on my lawn which i had chosen as the best place to sit when drinking a chilled cup of ginger ale and home made cookies...yummy( just the thought of it causes rumbling in my tummy),I and the elderly folks had agreed to the fact that rain was our adversary and if it were human we ought to have given he/she a piece of our minds and a fair share of an ol' fashion spanking.No sooner had i almost turned pick up my garden hose before i felt a little droplet on my bald head,it can't be i thought, but before i could process another thought, what i thought was just a droplet turned into an outpour. I hit the pedals to get me and my mower into the barn, before I faced the rage of this inhumane phenomenon called rain.

"from my heart"

I speak only from my heart, so there is no need to go looking for who I am exactly or trying to understand my personality. I speak for every hurting heart. Here is one that you might be going through.

I am sitting by my bed with a heavy heart. In your eyes there is nothing good about me. Whatever I do can never meet your expectation. I am really trying, but my head keeps telling me that my best is not good enough until you recognize it as my best.
Unhappy…feeling down and right now it has changed from gear one to the speed gear.

I am headed for depression.

I am told there is a way out. The problem is I have grown so comfortable feeling this way and I refuse to come out of it. It is choking me, and there is this devil telling me that I love the choking feeling.

I have reached my rock bottom and the truth is I want out. I am beckoning to death. This is because I feel that’s the only way out.
Slow down buddy… your words are clashing and I really can’t make any sense of it.

I guess that means this is to be continued…

-miheart

Passion

Our passion is our strength.

-Billie Joe Armstrong

Life is a Journey...

Life is a journey,
neither pleasure nor money,
We don’t have to hurry,
cause if you do you’ll be sorry.

In this life one must strive,
to get the best from life’s little hive,
though this life is rough,
In order to survive you’ve got to be tough.

-Michael Bedford

the pain of hurting...

Looking staringly in her face, i knew she was hurt, my heart was beating faster than usual thinking about what i had done to contribute to such an unusual change of mood. My presence was always welcome by a smile and a welcome hug which i had become used to over the years, but today was different, it was a straight, stern look, much like that of military officer in the heat of a battle. I was a guilty as sin, and i knew it, but i didnt expect it would yield such an extreme result, I had underestimated the extent of my reaction, a mistake i'll come to regret. Still standing in the doorway between two decisions; one to overlook it like it never happened, the other was to heal the hurt i had caused, shaking myself i decided to choose the later and brace myself up for the worst.

"hello", i said in a happy tone like i had just won a million dollar lottery,

"hello", she replied in a rather low tone,

how my countenance fell when i realized there was a cold war brewing up, and i knew i was going to be the loser if it got fiercer.

"how was your day?", i said sheepishly,expecting a rather loud response,

"fine", she said again, in a rather low tone but this time a little bit softer like tears will come flowing down like the spring rain of the amazon forest.

It was then I knew i had exceeded my limit, so i backed out of the dialogue rather earlier than usual.

I headed back for the sitting room picked up my laptop as though i wanted to round up the work i had leftover from work, but i couldn't get my mind away from the situation at hand and how it came about.

First of all, let me give you a brief insight of who we are. Jane and I had been married for over year, and even though we were both successful in our fields of endeavour, we were the most simple couple you could ever find. She from an affluent background and I from a rather average one. She coming from a family generation of bankers followed in the same line of business and put her in the path of success at rather early age, but her simplicity intrigued me right through my college days. I was an ambitious fellow with the quest for science which led to my continous pursuit for several degrees, but my break through came when i went into atomic physics, it took me around the world over and over again, been a keynote speaker in several countries.

...To Be Continued

Autumn Song

Now's the time when children's noses
All become as red as roses
And the colour of their faces
Makes me think of orchard places
Where the juicy apples grow,
And tomatoes in a row.

And to-day the hardened sinner
Never could be late for dinner,
But will jump up to the table
Just as soon as he is able,
Ask for three times hot roast mutton--
Oh! the shocking little glutton.

Come then, find your ball and racket,
Pop into your winter jacket,
With the lovely bear-skin lining.
While the sun is brightly shining,
Let us run and play together
And just love the autumn weather.

-Katherine Mansfield

Vengeance for Mother

Brother, let no tears
Of mercy enter your heart
As you storm the virgin's fort

Storm, brother, storm
And avenge mother's tears,
Yes, upon passion's flirty altar
They, those heartless men,bruised
Mother's heart to tears.

As they did to our mother
So we would to their daughters,
Plunge, brother, plunge
And make mother proud

-Agwara O. Olaka

from my head!!!

the revoking of my inner conscience has starting to take a toll on me,

for the good and the better of me,

how worse can this get or should i say better,

i'm a living chapter of a book that is read everyday,

not to charming but irresistably interesting,

truth is how often do i get to keep up with this,

well, it just flows can't stop it,

boo, boo to the enemy that tries to sneak up on me,

i know what you're trying to do,

ha ha you make me laugh,

you good for nothing loafer,

hear me, hear me,

i am me

my day, my night

the mystery of how i wake up everyday and do the same thing is amazing, don't i feel its monotonous...yeah I do, so does everyone that wakes up.i'm actually running through the day before realising the day is over. As i lay down thinking about how many more seconds, maybe minutes, maybe hours, maybe days, maybe weeks, maybe months or years i have left, geez why the rush. We don't really know what we have until we lose it, i don't want to be like that, i want to enjoy what i'm priviledged to call mine and be content with it with no regrets or green eyes on what others have. My list of those and the things i call mine are endless when i think about them and i think i'll let you have a peek one of these days...ciao

Victory

i'm raging a great war,
my options are down to two,
a victory,
no defeat,
i'm ready to face whatever comes,
to slith the throat of every adversary,
this is my declaration,
victory pronounced for all to hear.

Spring...

beautiful flowers of the spring,

laughter and joyful bells ring,

children from all homes gather,

to play and have fun together,

young couples holding hands taking a stroll,

as gentle winds blow and ocean waves roll,

for its the time of year we all love,

when the sun smiles gently above,

how i wish spring would last forever,

but if it did summer would be never.

All the World's a Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

-William Shakespeare

Strength

Strength and growth comes only through continuous effort and struggle.
-Napoleon Hill

Welcome

Dear Reader,
Welcome to poemandfiction, as we all know the use of words has been accustomed to all human, and we can't deny the effect its had on us in several ways, sometimes making us laugh, at times making us sad and other times motivating our aactions.

However, changing times have influenced our pattern of living and we find ourselves making several adjustments both within and without to meet the challenges which lay ahead of us. Amidst all this we can't resist to look down historys lane and draw up knowledge from previous experiences to inspire our decisions.

In conclusion, I do hope I can do justice in capturing a few experiences, thoughts, quote from prestigious men as well as those from present time, and with that project, inspire and press forward into what lays ahead.

Yours Sincerely
Freddie