THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 1 3 # VANITY #

*THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 13*

*VANITY*

…… _PHASE ONE_

The gong in King’s party,

Arewa in a trot ride

To buy king’s heart with beauty

Alone to dwell in her pride.

*Judaisky*

A night hunt yielded him a game

But a night robber pocketed the prey

A keen enigma,scanning behind the drey

Only to whisk off the carcass,to his bag it came

*Gemini*

When the soul was not at rest,

When the beggars looked like a beast

because they are torment like a slave

as we cry in,our ancestors was praise.

*YoungPoet*

Life!

How cruel is thy face

We live to die

And yet you let us go high

*Golden pen*

Am born a Champion but lost the battle of supremacy

I sort to reclaim my past glories

When the kings honour my lot

When I sing Freely to the princess of the world, My amorous songs

*Cicero De Cardinal*

We struggle from end to end

Just for the shames to end

Yet nothing to show at the end

Vanity is just the end of the end

*ISOpen*

Before Everest crumbles into dust

Before Mississippi dries off at its source

Permit me to tell you this from its core

Life is vanity says the Lord

*Emperor’s diary*

Money is powerless to fight the fight

Not even bright enough to give us light

Neither in the underground will you find flight

For vanity can take it place,even this night.

*ISOpen*

In the absence of food, a man of substance wander

When luck shone on him,the manna drop

And a beast gift a man with a game in stead of dander

*Oosa-oko* be blessed! Off to his yard he sets prop

*Gemini*

New trends of fashion,

A mild serene in the streets.

Life of classless caution

Thorns of joy in treats.

*Judaisky*

Vanity Upon vanity

Six fit below lies our bed

Yet we sleep in mansion

How pitiful is life?

*Golden pen*

Those power will be powerless

And your money, valueless

Your status will be worthless

And your certificates, useless

*Emperor’s Diary*

From dawn to dusk, the quest of fame sways me about

Excited because I shall soon float like a butterfly and sting like a bee to my inferiors

I needed no extra hands because I’m King Nebuchadnezzar

*Cicero De Cardinal*

Behold;We seek for peace

Life is nothing but like a disease

that even the dead will mourn

and even the earth was born.

*YoungPoet*

* # GOLDEN PEN*

* # ISO .PEN*

* # YOUNG POET*

* # GEMINI*

* # EMPEROR’S DIARY*

* # CICERO DE CARDINAL*

. . . . JUDAISKY…….

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