The fountain Arena

Betty Bouncer   Hip the top of hoof All that was heard was school No will of hope to laugh Call them that see and dwell Here is her old lady today So sleek and frenzy she gaze Of winter tone and grass No forty wrinkled her face She called me her nephew  On that name of Birth from different sun  Still shines on same soil I hid my name  Far from the reach of lids  Far from the blazing fire  Far from man's knowledge  She sought the pen of fame And call her sight to seek  The stolen joy of name  And formal stage alike  Then my memory lost the sight  Of Betty fist and all I gave the scroll away  And met the Forte of life Frenzy was her gaze  Docile and prudent that says Until the first eve  I made that call  And the old lady be no more.  

This poetry is dedicated to all the women in the world. It speaks of their strength, beauty and will power. A heroine Woman, a definition of strength  Filled with great ecstacy Minted in dynasty of power. Her will are quirky! Quick to love, quick to anger. Mother of faith,  Powerhouse of kindness. Her toils, Her joys,   Her tears, Her smiles,  Her...beauty... Woman, a creation heritage. Warrior in heart: Virtuous beyond doubt, Relic of hope, fortitude of life. Her prints are carved to schlep The primitive growth  of the world she bore. Woman, an invaluable piece! Pristine in all form League of caregiver  Luminary of destiny wrights. Woman, On her soft lips are susceptible stream. Woman, Her special curve are her strength. Woman, Her prayers are the season's fortune. Woman, Her complexion is a breds brave heart,  Woman,  Her souls speaks of a privy knowledge into man's world. Woman, In her heart are crystal jewel.

The beauty of a work of art is its sound effect. It resonate with your heart rhythm promoting a cordial agreement with sound and pleasure. This poetry will heal that thirst . The talking drum roars in fierce melody Still, her silence speaks volume than it's rhythm. Who has charmed her? Could it be fear? Whose chains confines her will. Being her lover, Her vision is his prisoner. Her voice drowns in his love Alas! The streams of hope aflow Her vision could have a bath 

  Words made Lillie's ornament For your blessed feet monument Tinkles sounds of joy forte Dancing on every soul and moon  For your enigmatic fame You are sculpted by Him  Your soul maker, birth in his prime Favoured beyond mirror chime For on your lips he adores sweets name As sets of record wit.  Why not smile a bit  And make the moon bite and sit The night darkness shine Paving ways for fantasy lite A word architect, rider of truth You are a damsel of light with Virtues far beyond space and earth She is a she-lord and woman of pious wealth. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 For Christian ...🤗 Photo credit: pexel Read sorry earth . Previous post  

Mother, The gift of nature to MANkind; giver of joy of all kind; bearer of hope and classless band. Mother,  the uncoach musician, on whose mouth flows soft symphony that lures my lagging eyes to rest. Mother, the mirror of my being, the goddess of my world, the warrior without a shield. Click  to read she-idol Thou, crafter of timeless spell, a bound carriage of cryptic cell whom traveller of paradise sought. Mother, in thy eyes are written chronicles records of untold ode. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Photo credit: pexel Tap to read more poems read previous post