Posted: January 9, 2017 in QUOTES
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That moment where you look up,
Draw your motivation from the flying bird.
Cos no matter the nature of the weather,
IT STILL FLIES.

#THMpoetry ©2017

Quotes

Posted: January 9, 2017 in Uncategorized

Bells are ringing
Lives are restoring
Birds are singing
Hopes are reviving
All around us , there is worshipping.
Cos HE lives and deserves praising.

#Thmpoetry ©2017

WHO ARE YOU)?

Posted: September 22, 2016 in THE HAYMAKER, Uncategorized

Solid is my heart like a rock

Yet soluble ,

Mean is my nature

Yet caring

Hateful are my ways

Yet loving

Harsh are my words

Yet truthful

Unfriendly is my style

Yet kind

Life is but an oar in sea

Each action drives you towards an end

 

 

I smile at you

You frown at me

I appreciate your efforts

You spit on my works

I praise you before others

You stab me behind my back

I trust you to help

You trust your wits to pull me down

I remember you in my prayers

You avail me to the conjurer

Life is but an oar in the sea

Each action drives you towards an end

 

#THM_THE HAYMAKER 2016

SHADES OF LIFE

Posted: August 1, 2016 in HARD NUTS
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So much for the nature of the crocodile
It comes out of water and stays there for a while
And just as you come by,
It looks at you and winks a Hi.
Life always starts like an empty file
You begin with zero and count to nine.
Filled with delicacies ,the food ,oh not to talk of the wine.
It sweetens , loosens and carries you away unto the islands in the sky.
Making you think, the women, cars, food ,wealth, are all mine
The moment of pure fulfillment as it only remains one thing
I have everything,
Until you realize that you’ve lost something,
Then you know you have nothing.

Life is not all about seed sowing
A time to do thoughts selection ,clearing and plowing, 
The blend of all these become the success weapon
One which you shall grow to rely on.
Like the voice of my beloved
Melting down all feeling of being troubled
Her breath on mine certifies that my .life is doubled.
Like those in shinny suits in long convoys
Talking on screens with an angel’s voice
As they sip the earnings of those they lord over
Only to live their lives always looking over their shoulders
As though being hunted by the evils of the dark bunkers
Where men kill with the ideals of saving our nation.
A nation that dwells in the hands corrupt invasions.

My hustling has ended me in the porch of knowledge
There too taking only the strength of courage
Courage of standing long hours” Book-filled” sense
That which grants you passage over the fence.
Or beneath the fence, as doctrines may say.
Like the clerics in most pure garments of the day
But tainted with the filth of magic,
Oh sorry , modern day Christianity very tragic
Our poor souls hunt for a resting place
For I hear , salvation is a race.
My guess is , there is no place for losers.
But blessed are the givers.
And hopeful are the receivers.

Quote of the day

Posted: May 24, 2016 in Uncategorized

Silence can be key.
Instant outbursts can be vital.
Calculated actions can be wise.
Its about choice,
And situational differences.

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Moments ago I made you an angel
Crowning you in my heart
With every ounce of strength
Told you tales in a lovers boat;
On a ride the night of Valentine
Promised you undenied love
As I corrupted your innocent eyes
With images of love
Sang to your heart,
The very words you doubt now
After I coated your lips with a kiss.

Sorry it had to be this way
Leading you to the very path I despice
Never dreamt of making this even nightmare
But it seems so real
And clear that it scares me
With hate in your eyes
I know I’ve failed
I have reaped what I dreaded
But why???

Sorry it has to be this way
That I’m left with the very wrong option
My days are as dark as night itself
Covered in deep thoughts
Thoughts that make my heart hurt
Shame is what I feel
Anytime I see your name
I am a disappointment
Because I’ve let you down
Sorry it has to be this way
But do not doubt
When I say; I love you

The Haymaker ©2016

HAPPY CHRISTMAS

Posted: December 27, 2015 in THE HAYMAKER

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On the boat of joy I hail
With a genuine smile I wave
Though made sorrows made me wail
It is joy my heart crave

The mood has changed
As the pulse of heartbeat has risen
For with love I have danced
Cos I am part of the chosen.

Decorated in red and white
Like the page boy of Santa
As bright as the sun
I march on to take my Fanta

For I wish to make a toast
Happy Christmas
Even to the fish on the coast
I say Merry Xmas

#THM_THEHAYMAKER

The Haymaker ©2015

COMMUNING WITH NATURE

Posted: December 7, 2015 in NATURE, THE HAYMAKER

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Weighed down by stress
Depriving me of rest
Suiting me up in a tired dress
I knew i had to take  solace.

Solace not of man
For I fear for my secrets
But solace in thine arms
Is what I yearned for

On your enormous lap I sat
As I rested my troubled head.
I watched as you danced:
The dance of the waves

Nursing my troubles
With the voice of the sea
As you  whispered to me
Through the soothing wind

Never did I want to part  from you
For every moment with you was special
Being robbed by time,
The moment of goodbyes dawned

Ye told me a goodbye story
As my phone beeped low battery
I knew i had to take a selfie
For its worth the memory.

© The Haymaker 2015

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At the dawn creation
Odomankomah’s consecration
The birds chirped and sang
The waters slept still 
As the moon failed to blink its eye.
The wind moved  soothingly
Whistling to ease the tension
For a great gift to humanity
Was in the protruded belly .

At the break of the sky
By the  rays of the rising sun
As it marches to its station
The gift of leadership was born
A true beauty of selflessness
It leaked of dedication
As it carried the smile of transparency.
Then it cried!
The cry of unity

A genuine gift from Almighty
He ushers unto us gently
A gift of strength
Home of authority
Not to oppress but to care
A means to build not demolish
Leadership is of humbleness
A gift worth grabbing
A gift worth ages and centuries.

The Haymaker © 2015

© The Haymaker 2015

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Life folds and unfolds
Like the mat of a bedwetter ,
It carries an unbearable stench
But a perfume to the bedwetter
It twists and turns
Like the braids of Sisala woman.
Leading to a dark nowhere
Like the path to the graveyard
Though it sometimes leads somewhere
Like rout to a banquet
Hmm mbr3 abrab) tse nye no.

It runs on the decisions
Like the roll coaster on its rails
Though sometimes presents you with none.
It comes at you with unlimited puzzles
Like the app for brain boosting.
But with limited answers.
Like the principle of Economics
Life they say ,
Is how you make it
Like the craft of the blacksmith
What if there nothing to make it
Like the painter without his paint
Hmm mbr3 )bra tse yen .

© The Haymaker 2015