Andrew Isaac
Writer [Novel, short story, poem] and a Lyricist 🤝 Open to connect & collaborate.
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POETRY
MAN IS POETRY Shield with words. Verses of chords. He sway a vibrant tart Of mood. An occupants in the House of lines. Path that binds Between ego and pride. A gird of resilience With the mystery of who he has become and who he desire to be. Accustomed as a fountain pen. Coulee skills as a ken. His tongue is slightly fable With tilt of a proofreader. His actions are hyperbolic Infuse like an Archer fox. He sings adventures Out in a lonely paragraph. A groaning guitar and a brassy trumpet. He ...
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GOOD MORROW Pleasant morrow to every soul breathing. Smile to the grieved set Midst of modern slavery Which watch no one squeal furiously. The road is either narrow or broad. I take this path. You decide your path. Moving train could faint to pillage engine Risky, scary the boarders exposed. At the hour of distress comes a remedy. Is hope in sanity. A sprouting tree often gain branches The hour has come Slouches towards mean, be dead gone. The resurrecting fogs prevail upon the day. Nev...
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THE STREET 2 "Repent for the kingdom of God is calling" "Repent God is preparing a place for you". He chanted profusely,a man in his forties, speech like someone who is suffering from sore throat. A preacher of the word of God even if it will take him ten kilometers to win soul. Mama Joy was already at her bean cake spot sweeping the surroundings, Joy arrived with a log of wood,she off the log gently not to dirty her school uniform,I can tell she's ready for school. Mama Joy set her fire a...
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THE STREET 1 She inhaled and exhaled The flames coming from the burning woods then it came a fire. Now she's ready to put in the grinded beans inside the pot of groundnut oil. This is how it began, for over five years mama Favour had been making bean cake to sell to customers. She was loved by many not just because she knows how to make bean cake but the joy of coming home late with no cooked food. Mama Joy was always there at your service. Her spot became a meeting point for others while ...
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OUR SHARE Yes it happened To an acquaintant in my vicinity This thing I thought people have outgrown. I think the last time i saw such was in a movie and it was a Nollywood movie. They keep calling on different occasions to remind the family of their coming to take the properties that belongs to there late brother who died a year ago. This woman was traumatized. She told her eldest son about the development,he became angry and ready to raise the roof. 'Calm down my son,leave everything to...
POETRY
BED OF LIFE We sleep on you as if we never knew Everyday in those same practice. Life is one Odyssey Beings will revolt one another Mockery from the shadow of your sights Well wishers drunk in appeal comfort. Arbitration of one's actions The sphere is filled with them Good, bad and ugly. Protagonist and antagonist I see Fighters, others ain't Some lucky, others ain't. Law makers above the law Life is like a cafeteria Even at the hour of adversity. Ridicule, detest, hatred, envy,...
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SELF FELICITY Far away in outer space. There's a peculiar place. The atmosphere overwhelming Happiness everyday with heart melting. Wishes comes to existence It only takes courage of persistence Beauty is seen inside like a gold cover in an iron box Every living has an equal ability with no weakling pox. Would you like to go there? Chill in the realm while taking a stair Every strenuous is guaranty Crucify for pairing deity. Walking in efficacy prudent No astonishment of life, staying S...
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Finally she said it and it came to pass. How it happened was a mystery. This woman who was in labour for over four days at the hospital, surrounded with pains, from her abdomen to her legs. It Continue to run to her subconscious mind and she became uneasy. Finally it down on her on the fifth day that her Mother in-law have bend to make her life miserable, which she have been hearing for some while. 'But I have been praying about this' she said. The Mother in-law have proclaimed that her daught...
Poetry
CRICKET AND THE JUDGE Hid and chirping all night From the Sahara to Savannah In the soil where you find shelter Your melody,is an earsore. I searched for you yesterday Dug until you were apprehended At my court where you appealed, Your honor! My name is cricket A defenseless creature, I was only searching for shelter. Shelter! At the expense of my comfort What about the cracks? The leaf litter or even beneath stones. But I, for seven days. Your honor! Pardon my intruding This would be my la...
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