GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN

#WritcoPoemPrompt15

I see the reflection of my happiness,

In your eyes,

Picture perfect,

Like a bouquet of posies,

Like a sky full of sunshine...

Defining my journey aforetimes,

Prologue of heaven,

Heaven on Earth.

I hear the reverb of choruses,

Hallelujah over there,

Someday I'll be there,

There my heart belongs,

No moth nor destroys,

Like a gold tried in fire...

The dawn of anaphoras,

How joy rankshift sorrows

To dust someday I'll bid farewell

I see the transparency of my heart,

In your words,

Pure purity,

With a blink past becomes histories

I'll be transformed with a glimpse,

Just a blink I am home

To dust someday I'll bid farewell

In you I love to dwell

My home I destroy for a better home,

The cross I built upon

For a better home I'll live,

To the dust when I'll bid farewell

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HATTHORN

We look from gloom couldn't see afore worried we became Eccentric and despondency became our friend We couldn't see They unveiled and hat on We rejoiced and merry Alas! A thorn in hat Erosion of blood gully down We bath in our room of agony We slept on a bed of stone We dine with our sorrow ©oladecious

LEEWAY

How will I enter When all are choristers Pitching high in silence Wearing smiles of faces Their piece I listen in attention Rhythm like the hiss of adder Song of freedom I thought. Pains as stanza agony as chorus, Gay as coda. Conductor they will but not disobey 'ducting stanzas, chorus and coda. Bewildered I gaze as one unconscious Why will I enter and celibate

NYSC

My Journey to Bayelsa My journey to Bayelsa began on the day I printed my call-up letter, which serves as a pass to enter the main camp. Coincidentally, my travel coincided with a period of fuel scarcity in the country, particularly in Lagos, which led to a surge in transportation costs. However, I was fortunate to encounter favorable circumstances on my way to Bayelsa, my deployment state.

Oladecious

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