Happy days

I have worn wigs for a long time

arrived on time but yet there  is a queue

but beauty is in the eye of the beholder

take care of you or no one else would

be Confident in whatever you choose to be

let no one steal your confidence

be joyful and appreciate life

as life could be taken just like that

be honest with your self as lies take you no where

you get found out in the end so why not be honest

be Polite and enjoy the respect we learnt

as children growing up in the suburbs of Lagos

Stop being manipulative as there is a reason for this behaviour

the true reason would be revealed in the end

happy days don’t last forever as the memory of someone you love could fade-in minutes

Sabinah Adewole

As part of the 2022 Poetry Marathon

I cannot find the prompts please

Hi everyone

it’s my second marathon this year

I live in the UK 🇬🇧 with my family

I am a published author and started to write poetry in 2018

i look forward to connecting with you

Hi my name is Sabìnah

I am excited it’s my second Poetry marathon

I live in the UK 🇬🇧 with my family

I am looking forward to connecting with you all

i have eight published poetry books and started writing in 2018

thank you all

Sabìnah Adewole

The Storm- Nonet Poem 12

The storm at its worst was blowing across -9

The street  flooded, by the station-8

The cars moved slowly through the -7

Puddles, everywhere I saw-6

Rain drops on the roof-5

Clouds in the sky-4

Tornado -3

I see-2

blue-1

@SabinahAdewole 26/06/2021

Nonet Poem -Nine line poem with a specific syllable  count for each line.

Forest Ranger – Poem 11

The Forest Ranger sees through the painting

On the wooden floor of the patio fainting

Music denotes his heart beat as he listens

Headphones a sign of his glisten

On the wooden floor of the patio fainting

Painted in white wash painting

Headphones a sign of his glisten

Paint brushes align the clouds of the skies

Painted in white wash painting

Strokes of perfection meet the skyscapers

Paint brushes align the clouds of the skies

Pale colours finding his fine scraper

Strokes of perfection meet the skyscapers

As he cycles with his gumboots

Pale colours finding his scraper

He beats the night with his foot

As he cycles with his gumboots

Potted plants array his spread

He beats the night with his foot

Forest Ranger is ready for his bread

@SabinahAdewole 26/06/2021

Pantoum Poem – Repeating lines throughout the poem series of quatrains

Second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as first and third.