Dear reader, today, I am celebrating one year of writing. August 5, 2021, I gave it a try, and I would just either write, read or keep it in mind. And I’ve also received a lot of support and feedback from the people on this newsletter. Thanks everyone.
Today is a Season finale, of the ranking Queen Of Sheba, and We’d appreciate your reviews.
In Previous Episodes:
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Complementary music: L’anniversaire by William Keat on Spotify, or preferred music station. On repeat.
Mighty power loops. Open waters. Energy fields like magnetic fields. Multiple lines. I am the round rings. On the larger scale, Earth, a mere atom. Of what intricacies are in an atom? How many division slices? Could. Inside cut, inside the cut, and more cuts. I am in what form? My branches spreading, longing, One of those leaves pulls up with its arms power on bricks, To view the out space. Roots spreads into absence, No stem, no trunks. I am in what form? A look into the others eyes, What do you see? You. Into the ocean, you. Into Khadosh, you. If I could taste blue, I’d rather red. Red grapes that transforms into a, ah intoxicating. Solomon is quite savvy. He knows fully well, before you get physical, you go into thoughts. And he’s quite adept into Poems and proses, before going into the rose tunnel. A kings chamber is usually described as walls in movies, but, King Solomon is better than that. Solomon knows the 17 species of Jasmine that blends well with 21 lilies. And he cloths his Kingship walls as that. The interior is built like a church house, you could see the 5 sided shape in front, both sides straight and rounded at the plain like a coke bottle’s downside. Straight ahead is a three sized king bed, as there needs to be a reputable container that meets his passion. Lavender vapour greets your entrance, and your path is laid down a royal rug that runs straight to the slaughter house. The king has nothing of blade for physical war or coup. He says, if you needed that, then your letter A had a last long strike elsewhere. So, instead of armours, you see super sweet armours, otherwise has to be critically intended by a mastermind. By someone who knows what is yet to know, so create tools and positioning. Anyone who enters already knows… you have to go back with something. My Queen, Welcome. A bent greeting, gentle man. A ring kiss. A stern look. … If I could taste blue, I’d rather red. Red grapes that transforms into a, ah intoxicating. I don’t have a mighty power, But I slay ten thousands. My breathe is a dance of carbondioxide. My foot off the chariots, Bells begin to ring. Bells on feet of milk women. A show of raw milk. … If I could taste blue, Dancing wiggles would overturn n to u. 📌 Fireworks would zip back to mouth. Down throat. And explode. … If I could taste blue, Only If, Disney zip line track will say “Wey” out into another world. And you would see them, Giggling. Swimming Olympic, who would win?
This is beautiful, Tobi.
Enjoy more anniversaries to come brother!
Queen Of Sheba always got me looking forward to Saturdays!
Thank you for pouring out yourself on us!
Bigger you I pray man
This is awesome, Tobi. And congratulations on the anniversary. That is a huge Milestone.
Your poems are amazing, relaxing and enjoyable. Queen of Sheba itself is a masterpiece and oh my! This Season 1 finale is super!!!
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Bells begin to ring.
Bells on feet of milk women.
A show of raw milk. 😂