Achalugo

A woman of numerous talents,
Gone through fire yet without dents,
One who doesn't know the meaning of ego,
The only Achalugo finer than Darego.

A woman of prestige and grace,
In no regard is she out of place,
Comelier in person than any photo,
The only Achalugo finer than Darego.

A woman of incredible strength,
Her kindness knows no length,
Her love is better than winning the lotto,
The only Achalugo finer than Darego.

A woman who loves God and her neighbours,
One who owes no one any favours,
So peaceful, she never brings any woe,
The only Achalugo finer than Darego.

A woman as Marvellous as here name,
One who treats big and small the same,
With a big heart whiter than snow,
The only Achalugo finer than Darego.

© Pendullum

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BEAUTY IS THE BEAST

She's a goddess, with the voice of angels,
That voice that gives life to all of my cells;
Its melody is pure: heaven on earth,
Its so beautiful, it will be my death.

Of all her assets, that voice is special,
Her warmth is ice-cold, it's almost glacial;
Its cadence can revive a dying man,
Moving him from fire to frying pan.

I fell in love with the voice, not the girl,
She was hideous but that voice hid it well;
This here, was the world's greatest injustice,
Why would a doctor run a law practice?

Beauty is the beast, what a gripping prose,
Her face pushed me far; her voice held me close.

© Pendullum
#Pemdullumic_sonnet

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SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 18 REWRITTEN

Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?
Thou art become frosty, frigid and fierce.
Bone-chilling blizzards, this period doth blight,
Thy caustic words doth indeed my skin pierce.

Sometimes too thick this gift from heaven falls,
And always doth its white hue coruscate.
Like cancer, thy hostile behavior galls,
Mine joy, thou art all out to terminate.

But thy devilish plan will not succeed,
Nor shall thy sinister agenda thrive.
I can't tell who hath sown this bitter seed,
But a wedge between us, they will not drive.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long as I live, you belong to me.

© Pendullum.

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If my pillow could speak,
It would tell you how unbearably it labours,
Lines of tears would roll of its beak,
As the weight of my head breaches its harbours.

It would tell you how unbearably it labours,
playing the role of my unofficial therapist,
As the weight of my head breaches its harbours,
And I force it to listen to my day's gist.

Playing the role of my unofficial therapist,
It embraces my pain, frustration, and guilt,
And I force it to listen to my day's gist,
Regaling it with sobs which make my heart tilt.

It embraces my pain, frustration, and guilt,
Bestowing on me its warmth and comfort,
I regale it with sobs which make my heart tilt,
Yet it never fails to calm me by calling sleep forth.

Bestowing on me its warmth and comfort,
Lines of tears would roll of its beak,
Yet it never fails to calm me by calling sleep forth,
If only my pillow could speak.

© Pendullum
#Villanelle_poem
#Marathon2025_day24

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I stare blankly into space as
grief embraces my heart and
My body reels from the shock,
My soul is flattened and my
spirit has run out of gas.

Four years together down the drain,
as she switches allegiance like
A glory-hunting football fan,
Leaving me in the dust and
running off with my own blood.

A brother is born to bring adversity,
Why go after my Fiona out
of every woman out there?
Why me? Why her? Why us?
Well, everything ends tonight;
I hope she chooses me in the afterlife.

© Pendullum
#Marathon2025_day23

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The memory of your beauty
still leaves me speechless,
Thoughts of your kindness
still rock my world everyday.

Your gentle ways will never not amaze me,
Your wholistic approach to life
was so beautiful to behold;
All you did and all you were, was perfect.

I constantly weep for all we could
have been and all we are not,
My longings for you and the days
we had, will never not be deep.

My SUNSHINE, I just couldn't
let you become a victim of time
and age, withering like everyone else,
Your beauty and smile lost to nature.

So, I had to do what I did,
Preserving your warm body with me,
like this, as perfect as it will ever be,
finally FROZEN forever.

© Pendullum
#Marathon2025_day22

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Queen of my heart...

Among many maidens, you stand out,
Among other women, you are outstanding:

With a smile that can melt an iceberg,
An intellect as sharp as a samurai's sword,
A heart as big as the grand Canyon,
And a voice which can calm the roughest storms.

Soldiers would renounce their arms at your call,
Oceans would part gleefully at your touch,
Darkness would give way to light at your wish,
Even death would dance to your tune.

You are and always will be,
The queen of my heart.

© Pendullum
#Marathon2025_day21

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Whispers of Silence...

Why proclaim his victory in hushed tones and
speak of his resurrection in whispers of silence?
Shout it from the rooftops, declare it all over the city,
Jesus is no longer in the grave.

The first begotten from the dead is alive,
Our Lord is risen in all His glory,
Ekwueme is what we call him,
He said it and He has done it.

He has broken the gates of brass and
cut the bars of iron like say na paper;
He has conquered even the fourth horseman,
and beat the devil in a divine game of chess.

Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord,
Let the earth hear your voice,
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord,
Let the people rejoice.

© Pendullum
#Eastersunday
#Marathon2025_day20

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You see, strangers aren't really
people you haven't met before;
They are forgotten family, strange
spouses, and unfamiliar friends.
A stranger is the mother who
forgets her suckling child,
the neighbour who lives miles away,
the 'best friend' who never makes any sacrifices.

A stranger is the absent father
who stays home everyday,
the selfish partner who manages
to make everything about them.
A stranger is the sheep which
doesn't know its shepherd,
the brother who fights for
everyone else but you.

Strangers flatter to deceive, giving you
a false sense of security and backing;
But in the day of adversity, they'll leave
you standing alone in the rain.
Dancing with a stranger
is like petting a wild tiger;
You know it's going to attack you,
You just don't know when.

© Pendullum
#Marathon2025_day19

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When will I be alright?...

Sweep me off my feet and teach
my thighs the rhythm of palpitations;
Assault my lips with yours, my love,
Part my red sea and let my moans escape.

Let your fingers have a go at tuning my body,
Put me on cloud nine for the rest of the evening,
I want to be taught the language of passion,
Make love to me like it's the last time.

Feed my with those soft, silky touches,
Drown me in those wet, warm kisses;
When will I be alright and filled to the brim?
When you push me over the mountain peak.

Teach my body a teach or too,
School me in the art of bedmatics;
Take me tonight and make me yours,
For my body yearns earnestly for you.

© Pendullum
#Marathon2025_day18

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