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Grateful

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It has been a great blogging year for Amity.
Through thick and thin, you stood by her;
Clicking, reading, liking , commenting and reblogging.
Thank you for making this year most enjoyable.
We could not have done it again without  your love and support.
We say a big fat THANK YOU.:)
We send love and peace your way
To guide you through the new year  approaching.

With Love
From
AMITY, PEN AND MUSES.

Soul match

You name sits permanently on my lips

Your thought is engraved on my mind

My heart dances at the sight of you

These silly collywobbles won’t let my tummy rest

Yet, I will not claim your love

for your soul does not match my soul.

I see the desire in your eyes

You give your all,

You break the walls to let me in.

Still I cannot return your love

For this heart of mine long to beat for another.

Do not wait. Do not hope.

This soul of mine won’t settle for less.

Earth’s Seed

The Z Channel

Yesternight, I felt the earth move.
I  felt her rotate round her axis.
Am I the only one who felt her move?
They say I am the earth’s seed. Aren’t we all her seed?
They say my veins and arteries  are locked within the her heart, like the oak tree’s roots embraces the soil.

Yesternight my ears heard her melodious voice calling out of the sonorous  emptiness of her kingdom.
I felt the Pain in her gentle call
My heart responded with a tremor
as the echo of her ‘hello’
Vibrated  through my being.
They say she is me in flesh
I say we need to care for her as she devotes herself to our existence

Written by Amity.

She blogs at https://indelibleme2.wordpress.com/

Many thanks to Amity for being a constant presence on The Z Channel all through 2015, for being a friend, an inspiration and for agreeing to be featured…

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While you’re out there.

Friday thought from oreoluwade. Enjoy…

WORDIFICE

When you share your thoughts,
Or you ship your art,
Not once, not twice,
But consistently,
There’s every chance
A shaming party will be set up.
One that propagates an idea
That all you do
Is to be seen, again and again.

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Here’s the fact:
Putting yourself out there,
Of course is for recognition.
You alone can tell however,
If the recognition you seek
Is genuine relevance and meaning
Or the malaise of approval addiction.

Being accepted, and appreciated, and acclaimed is a kind of oil that drives the wheel of normal human functioning. That’s what I think.

While you’re out there, it’s left to you to tone down superfluous misguided intentions you might have for sharing or shipping.

Maybe then you can sleep better, blocking out voices that daily threaten to silence your shine.

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Proudly Fallen

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With every pace of display,

The Lizard allures itself with pride.

Carried away in a selfish vigour,

It sliped and fell into a deep well.

A suicide well executed.

It shook its head not for failure, but the pain.

Lingering pain with no gain.

Sheepishly, it crawled to a comfy corner.

A chunk of pride hard to swallow.

The weight of pride, a heavy price.

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Ingrate

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Them I so love, I let into my cove.

I offered them my widow’s mite 

To keep their tears out of sight.

Ingrate, spiteful , contemptuous lot,

ganged up to waste me by night.

Robbed me, broke me inside out.

dumped me on ‘Sheimon’s’ bight 

Nature must have joined their crew

Shunned my cry, wept on me.

Mercilessly, blinded my poor sight.

Poured so hard, mocked my pitiful plight.

How broken can a broken soul be

For them to leave to rest in pieces. 

swan song

Every step
Draws me closer
To you.
The closer I get
The farther it seem.
The hollow deepens
You become a mirage
Varnishing scent
An apparition.
Let me hold you this last time.

 

MY NOSY NEIGHBOR


 

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I was assured it was going to last a life time.  Regular servicing was all it needed.

Maybe I did. Maybe I did not…It broke down mid year when it was most needed. I lost the manual and I ran out of oil so I made a call to the manufacturer but I got no reply because I dialed the wrong number. How could I have been so silly? No manual, no oil and no number!

I decided to take a trip to their warehouse but I needed the engine to make the trip, my faulty engine. I wished I could get it fix. I remembered my nosy neighbor once said  that the ‘everywhere man’ can fix everything. (My nosy neighbor talks funny but she seemed to be always right).

I have heard so much about the everywhere man but never have I seen him. I would not have recognize him if he stood in front of me. I wondered where the‘everywhere man’ could be.”Finding him could save me travelling above to the manufacturer”, I thought.
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Five hundred thousand miles away from home. Lost. Tired. Lonely. Broken. Thirsty and dead. Super dead. I laid my head on a solid rock, closed my eyes wished them never to open again. Suddenly, the irregular beat began, so did the pounding. I began to convulse, I hit my head hard on the solid rock but my skull refused to crack open but the engine in my chest vibrated violently that I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. “It was all going to end right here”, I thought to my dying self. I was dead to me. Very dead. “No one is ever going to find me here. No one. What a lonely way to die”, I thought.

Little did I know that my nosy neighbor was spying on me? She saw me sneak out of my house that fateful night. She went in search of the ‘everywhere man’ and She spoke to him on my behalf.

That everywhere man did a good job fixing it. He did unclog my engine and made it as new. He gave me all I needed to service it regularly- the Manufacturer’s manual, number and the engine oil. He did take me home too.  I never knew my nosy neighbor could be that useful to me. Thanks to her nosiness, I got it working again and I got to meet the everywhere man.

 

 

(learning process, bear with me).

cheers!

 

LITTLE DETAILS

WORDIFICE

It’s the little details that are vital. Little things make big things happen.

– John Wooden

 

I once heard the story of a couple that got divorced. The final termination of their marriage found its root in the fact that both of them had different ideas on where the toothpaste tube should be pressed; top or bottom. This set into motion a series of other events that culminated in the breakup. Maybe it’s a fictitious story!

 

In my workplace, my immediate boss – though normally irritable – took the time to tell some of us under him a story of how his fraternizing with existing workers (when he just got employed) and staying behind a little after closing hours resulted in him being handed a powerful machine (computer). And I mean powerful. His fellow new intakes didn’t get a thing by the way. Maybe he juiced his story…

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 Just say NO

I found this beautifully penned words on twitter.

I fell in love with the writing and the message instantly.

Sure ,  I’ld never keep this to myself:

Oreoluwade blogs here: http://wordifice.wordpress.com

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