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POEM TITLE : ANCESTRAL SWAMP     OVEN LIKE HELL  BY: Fawaz Kareem Adekunle         (Pen lord) I dispense thoughts and tears   Over the abode Of past terrestial ages  Threading the oracle ministry  I traveled in memories To the dark but flammy habitat  Of archaic ancestors  Possessing millions of wrappers I found dried and powdered skulls Fragile and feeble bones Pierced up by both micro And macro insects    inflammable volcano like fire Lavishing both the epidermis and dermis Serving as soil manure Makes me soak in grief  And eternal dolor  When skulls are bamboo roasted  I therein returned from the spiritual trip Regrets fall on each other  Over committed erring deeds Making a vulture like repentance Never to head back to my vomits The poet try to explain how man feel when man visit the hell , how hell is ...

JOURNALISM AND  WRITING BY  : BAMIDELE AYOBAMI LUKMAN  Journalism and writing, like two sides of a coin are two words that goes hand in hand, it is the aggregation,writing,presention of news or new articles for whisperead distribution typically in periodic print and publications to broadcast news for the purpose of informing the society or nation. In our today's society,it is wonderful why people perceives the profession of a journalist as a total wastes of time,failing to discover its plenty benefits. In our campuses today, students don't like to believe that extra curricula activities open ways for many opportunity and contribute to their lives more than they does to it,they conclude it only attract distractions to their main objective. People these days don't always appreciate your degree alone, they request for something creative that a person has acquired or learnt. As a journalist on campus, being able to write and sp...

FAKE LIFE STYLE BY:  BAMIDELE AYOBAMI LUKMAN( (TALKING PEN)  Why not pray for success and triumph , And be thankful for been a living soul, You wake up everyday with the opportunity to breathe, You're not a life supporting machine A fake life style is an undiscovered disease, trending songs like shakushaku has been added to our culture and gone viral, They took it like a medicine, but it's killing. It's sad, but the truth should be told. To  the slayers You look trending but trashy You look hot but horrible To have the whole life Want to live in clover and not like the cloud hover You live in a slump Your profile on social media is dwelling in dubia attaching people you knew not. Pouring out hot and cold, chilling with celebrities Still, you live a miserable lifestyle But pretend to live like that of billgate Your mates riding their romantic rides, When it time you will ride far amazing rides don't go deep in thought Or trying to go in...

BEFORE  YOU  START  TO  LOOSE HOPE READ THIS! BY: BAMIDELE AYOBAMI LUKMAN (TALKING PEN)  We pray for success in life and at a point we still have the priority to see yourself still breathing in and out without paying a dine of naira But despite the facts and fog of reality we  fail  to achieve our dreams and  plan in life which has  led us down according to a philosophy of life he said" the dream chasers always keep moving because everyday is a finishing and started  when there is life there is hope for every soul to achieve their dreams, but many people has stop believing about the philosophy of hope because when  thing  go wrong we blame our self and said we fail not that I fail , because we plan to fail A Research conducted show that 80% of people has given up  because  they have went through a lot of grief in life , but they  they fail to find the problem which hinders their  succ...

WOMEN DESERVE TO BE RESPECTED IN THE SOCIETY BY :. BAMIDELE AYOBAMI LUMAN *TALKING PEN* The creator of body and soul has blessed us with a life partner which is supposed to be cared for and pampered like a baby. Are women in the society being catered for and do men of nowadays show them love ? Women suppose to serve as torch which all men use in lightening their way when darkness occurs. Studies has shown that most women in the society lose their respect and dignity when they get married. Most women of nowadays remain in a marriage for the sake of protecting  the future and life of their offsprings. In some marriages, both husband and wife have not fully enjoyed  their marriage even for  a second. What's the essence of a relationship you don't  show  love and care to each other? Of what use is a marriage where peace doesn't reign in the family? Such is a great calamity that has befallen many relationships today. On a good day, you decided to hav...

*POEM* *TITLE* :.DESERTINGABODE  TO STUDY By : BAMIDELE AYOBAMI LUKMAN     (TALKING* *PEN) We came from different source To an unknown distal Larboard organism and creature Wholly to accomplish main goal In the end serve our nation Lift our country high Homily begins 8am to 6pm From Jatto bridge to class Stairs from ETF 3 to MH1 Subscription not in belly Lusting after knowledge Day and night Candles are lit up Like that of cigarettes TDB ordeal of the day Without an eye blinking Pain after pain Mosquitoes my better half As we start to make love Like Romeo and Juliet In the name of good result To have a feather in it cup Future is high Exam is nigh Reading from library to class Beneath the rain and sun Without an option four years has gone Ready to be at alert To the nation's beckon Receiving allowances of chickenfeed The need of first lady came As it starts to linger hearts When they see the future in you the stor...

VOICE OF THE BOY CHILD.  BY: BAMIDELE AYOBAMI LUKMAN  ( TALKING PEN)  The boy was born  to the earth with shards of glasses on his ribs.  Human with a flesh,  sobs for  a friend.  On the earth to be my flirty Deep voice of the boy child.  Leaders of family,  pater familias,  soul of  humanity.  I wasn't born to be a for the padlocks tied to against my speeches like histories of my fathers.  Need a light in this caved life.  Pardon me a new dawn.  Voice of the boy.!  Voice of the boy child!!  The sea of touristry  steals my the weight of a lack boy.  Needs the care of   Queen  Elizabeth because I hold a life, I am a black soul not a stone. Am not a beas but a man Need a voice from everyone.  To be free from this prison.  On the day of every 11 November, I am celebrated . Broach of the boy.  I am a boy...

ACTUALIZING MY DREAM.. 🎓🏆🥇 BY: BAMIDELE AYOBAMI LUKMAN TALKING PEN www.penbamidele.blogspot.com Sperm turn flesh A very young flesh Cradle and toothless Feasting on mama's nipples The young shall grow Rattling on my knees Struggling to stand To run errands That was where the dream starts to itch I thought of of dancing away sorrows from people's face Making them forget sever phases I thought of having the biggest show Shooting in the air A sporadic shoot Suddenly, a stop without ban A cease with full oil I heard reticent voices I know it was God. The call wasn't just unjust for me I was rounded off by the pen I was made to dwell in it dungeon I was fed with it ink Drenched In it river Where I tap my words I started writing profusely Satiating my encephalon The dream started to actualize Started taking care of the pen For an impeccable fitness To be amidst fathers of knowledge Like the great Aristotle of all time Addict...

*THE *UNCONDITIONAL* LOVE*  BY : BAMIDELE AYOBAMI LUKMAN (TALKING* PEN) keep dangling and dancing In the innermost of the river Reminiscing about the past Not being wasted Breathing less and emotionless When  late uncover . when you take the beautiful smile On my face away Sitting at the bark of rivers Emotional love being Reminisce about   my inamorata Invading my memories Tired of been temporarily attachments Parents throw the  light upon me Teaching me how to love Until I fell in love Not knowing it was  punishment Like one, caged in the dungeon I need to be unlocked again To be freed in heart Oh love A spontaneous overflow in man A divine and natural feeling E-mail : LukmanBamidele83@gmail.com 08135350483

MARRIAGE IS NOT ALL ABOUT MONEY *MARRIAGE IS NOT ALL ABOUT MONEY* *TALKING PEN* Don't make mistakes some of our Fathers or Senior Brothers made. Marry now with the little you have. Don't wait to be a millionaire, Have kids early so you can grow with them. Grow with your kids and succeed with your wife. You will never finish making money or achieving your plans. You might still not succeed at your target year. So start your life early, with consistency you will grow. My father said this to me: _When i was 25, i was talking about making billions before i marry. Many years later, billions didn't come, yet no kid no wife... I had an opportunity to marry the most beautiful love of my life very early, But my fear was, can i really take care of her? But right now She's married with Four grown up children. The guy that married her was still schooling then, but had the courage. They worked hard and succeeded together. I failed, so please if yo...

-             Alimagiri          ( the street kid ) *TALKING PEN* The beauty of nature seems Like rainbows but I see a sun Paving way into daybreak with Tears of Hope  I am that child with a bleeding heart Wandering on the street for survival, When the moonlight came dancing Till dawn laughing with golden teeth I'm in the darkest path of my thoughts Thinking of the reasons why I was born With twisted fate I am that child Which wasn't born with wealth, I have lost the name I bare And gave my soul to the devil To collect a bread to feed my empty stomach I Keep praying to be a morning dew Which drops is rear but makes impact But how can I erase the name I was giving by fate?  Alimagiri! The street kid *All *rights *reserved* *Bamidele *Ayobami Lukman.* *©*  *2018* 08135350483 www.naijaloaded.com

*DEAR ASUU* *TALKING PEN* Wish a tear could fall loudly  that the birds in the air could hear the sound in the air. Wish I could be there to halt the stress and purify my pen to see how we felt. When will our pen be there afresh to speaketh on the air because it over a year. Our hopes are growing pale. ASUU you need to fear. Dear ASUU, Our eyes are in mind, who will dust our sand? Our dead minds are in hunger. Who will protect our sea? Make our land  stronger... Let us see! Our hope are stronger, don't save us to be anger. For our goals will stagger. Our days are shorter, time, enemy of patience. We need the ginger to brighten our sense. Dear ASUU We are the tomorrow , we need the ladders to band the stories of sorrow before we are leaders. We are students, when will we be scholars? To teach our mothers and fathers. We have to melt the dents. Our ancestors are beginning tear, wholly you can hear. Their inheritors in us, the...