The hardest part of the learning process; is making use of the knowledge you've acquired to solve a different problem or to create something different

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I want to love you the way letter "Q" loves letter "U" in English language

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I'm trying to keep my head up,
But the fears in me; makes me blow up.

Trying to stop these negative thoughts
But the more I clear, more was brought.

It seems like I'm playing whack-a-mole,
And this ceaseless game is taking a toll on my soul

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To the moon light that visit me tonight
You're nothing but the reflection of the sunlight
But your light adorn the sky and add to my delight
Your light silver plate the whole world at night
A night without you is like a car without its headlight

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David didn't sit and ask for God to send a thunder to strike his foe. He prayed and went to challenge Goliath.
Nigeria has received numerous prayers for decades and more of it won't change a thing. Actions need to be taken

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The mind is an Ocean;
deep, vast, infinite, obscured
An ecosystem of multifarious thoughts
Continually filled with streams of consciousness by the senses

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Gooaal! That's the whoop made in a football match whenever a team scores. Some goals are easily scored due to blunder made by the keeper or players, some are gotten through sublime skills possessed by a certain player, while some requires the team as a whole to press hard or to counter attack breaking down the defence of the opponent
Likewise in life whenever we set goals some will be easy to accomplish, while some requires the combination of perseverance, patience, hardwork to be accomplished.

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Unbeknownst to you
You might be my host
While I lurk in the corner of your room
Exhibiting no silhouette or hue
I can decide to pop up out of the blue
To frighten the hell out of you
Or I can be a friendly phantom
By divulging decisive cue

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BEAUCOUP

When I think a lot
Plethora of thoughts fill my head
Proto of many nice poems and plots
That I indolently didn't put to jot
Perish in my mind unwritten, unread.
The fire of writing in me gradually dwindle
As I left it unfeed

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The Ocean is a poem
The waves are its stanza
The currents; its meters
The tides; its rhythm
The moon; its rhythmer

The Ocean is a poem of disparity.
To people who lost their loved ones in it;
It's a Dirge
To people who found love on it;
It's a Ballad
To people who worship it;
It's an Ode
To people who admire its liberty;
It's a free verse
To people who admire its tide
It's a rhyme
To sailors
It's a blank verse

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