Category: poetry, poems, creative writing
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Inviting aura
something in me loved to explorethe vast stretches of savanna grasslandbehind our housewhich was on the outskirts of the community didn’t know whyperhaps the mixture of danger and pleasurescattered into the inviting aura hanging over the placefor as you journeyed deeper, the grass grew tallerand so did the probability of running into thick poisonous snakes…
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Sunshine is waiting
greed, betrayal and difficulties aboundbut the world is too large for evil to fillthere are places vice cannot reachcannot decayformidable fortresses fire cannot penetrate and there are still heartslonging for honest conversationshearts hungry for the meeting of like-mindsand the sparks and glitter and joythose contacts generate aspireascendsoarabove mediocrityabove the warmth of smallnessand the indiscipline masked…
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To the East
you’ve set your face to the eastjourney on towards the heatwhere faith bakes into defeat,your sore feet will not retreat
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Inhale the coming season
stop searchingwhat you seek will find youtime to withdraw into the shadows and healinhale the coming seasonexhale guiltexhale impatienceexhale the bitternessexhale pain time to do what you’ve never donetime to pay the cost of growthtime to build in silence forget about the lonelinessforget about the past remember that image you have always held before youyou…
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Echo in flames
this song’s been singingin my heart since morningawakening the glow in everything I seedon’t know what the lyrics are trying to teach meand now this mysteryof a candle that seems to whisper namesonly I can hearthese flames, that refuse to be put out,are they a reflection or a test of my resilience? these names,why do…
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How much longer?
why do good things require so much work,so much time, so much space,so much pain, with so muchat stake ? does pain always teach, always lead,to something beautiful?is there any sensein suffering ? or just an occasion to bleed, emotionally leak,deplete one’s source of spark,and make one’s mark in therace to bleach one’s glow ?…
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Seeing you again
seeing you again was such a delightalthough my initial reluctance to meet youwas colored by previous experienceswhere meeting old friendsfelt like resurrecting the deadwho were happier where they now belonged I did not expect much from our meetinglittle did I know great thingsoften begin without dramatic announcementsI knew from the chemistry in our first hug,chats,…
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Feel the shift
feel the shiftin perspectives, in attitude, in thinkingand how these keys have given you ignition you’ve finally realizedwinning doesn’t always come from pushingand pressing on sometimes,victory hinges on the abilityto discern what to abandon, what to chase,what to keepand for how long, the right shift is all that is neededto create a balanced lifethat time…
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when the morning comes
in your mind, yesterday replaysa dissolving past is showcasedyou still hear the faintest of screamsMove on, turn over that old page to reach the climax, you must leafthrough every page, bitter or sweetusing the chances in your handto redefine the narrative characters that are relevantto the story surely shows uplet the old plants wilt their…
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From fiction
Whatever became of Sir Swellimpedeedoo?funny face and name like Scooby Doopuffed cheeks like those of a toadwith a curved sausage for a nosealways hurrying as if he urgently needs to poo he didn’t emerge from fictionnor did he relent from mischiefthis much is true!relay his doom!
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what you seek will find you
Sometimes you laugh about itSometimes you cryCoz there’s nothing you can do about it It’s strange that when I search I never findBut when I give up and just beSuddenly it comes to meTook a while for me to realizeFinding sometimes isn’t a coincidenceWhen it’s your day, what you seek will find you
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Nightmare
I look for you in every new person I meetI still see your back turned to me in tearshurrying away through the slightly opened door every chance to begin afreshfeels like an atonement for the pastbut the past seems unforgivablenever dyingresurrecting and resurfacing to haunt me I keep stretching my armshoping you’ll come backeven if…
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squashed into blood
A tiny buzz beside my earnagging that will soon be squashed into blood in my palms A tiny buzz beside my earNuisance that won’t let sleeping dogs lieeven after killing it, my mind still replayed the tiny buzz beside my earnagging that has been squashed into blood
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Vulnerable creatures
vulnerable creaturesreminder of what this life is all about –reaching outextending a handsad that whole familiesof grandpa, grandma, Uncle T and cousinshave to be harvestedand grilled to put smiles on empty stomachssuch is lifeblood has to be shed sometimesfor new life to continue
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grandma
staring at grandma beside her hut, chewing on kola nuts, wondering what she makes of AIperhaps, it shouldn’t be so hard
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itchy ears
his voice makes the crooked tree, whosewaist is like that of granny, to rise among woodssounds like the tales grandpa tells thesedays, of strange beings lurking in places that areforbidden, searching and listening, sometimes Iwonder where grandpa gets such tales, I thinkhe cooks most of them, adding ingredients Iand many itchy ears would love but…
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Masked Masses
This week, I was honored to be chosen as Poet of the Week for this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly hosted by David. Special thanks to Sally for nominating me. Here is my take on the prompt : the room heaves with my sighsits walls browning from the stewing solitudeas I listen harder pass the noise outsideI hear…
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The scent of herbs
returning home on foot after workthrough a shortcut behind housespoorly plannedbumped into a lady burning weedafter sweeping her backyardthe scent of herbs reminds meof my childhoodwhen I used to follow dad to the farmmy happiest moments were in the afternoonswhen we paused for the lunchof roasted yam with agushi stewA mouse or two hovering over…
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the multitude’s departure
same silence that healscan also hurt same darkness that shieldscan also flare shifting phases require fixing gazes on sifting facesto find the good in the ugly that waywhen the multitude’s departurecasts a lot on our fatelike the moon, every phasewill be a journey through silencethrough darkness through solitude to wholeness https://wp.me/paf3ao-nsU
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Run with the Sun
athletethe uncovered miles, they lie withinwaitinglike the oak tree in an acorn the road callslet your uniqueness answer the dreams beating in your bloodthey refuse to diethey are rebellingcoagulating into fatrendering you sluggish the road callsriserun with the sunburn everything withinthat’s overshadowing your glowfor you’re a source of light
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Think of fathers
the pupil is convinced she’s readyfor the test, exam, graduationbut the teacher sees through her confidenceand spots many things she’s still got to learn it’s the instincts of a child to always feel readybut the adult teacher staresat her readiness and sees naivity but a child’s ignorance isn’t always a bad thingfor to navigate through…
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Giant illusion
fear, doubts, the long years and motionsmorphed into a giant illusionof an end that would never comeand of tides that would never turn Then one day, an ordinary dayjust started slowly yellowinginto the long awaited endexuding joy with its brilliance I did not remember being boundyet I sensed invisible chainsbreaking, losing their grip on memy…
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love made of wax
our love, made of wax, dwindled the longer it livedlike an echo, i disappeared when ignoredyour promises kept coming but never arrivingkeeping me awake like a riverhaving a bed but never sleeping others used what belonged to memore than i didyet i’ve never grown afraid to keep givingbecause my love grows the more i sharethe…
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a stream of pure talent
people reproduce themselvesin their worksand sometimes,possessions mirror something in their owners haven’t you noticedhow so much musicis filled with messages to haters?what was supposed to be a streamof pure talentfor us to draw layers of meaningshas become colored with the hate, bitterness, violence that’s been stewing during the rise tell me creative works are outletsfor…
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The one who returns
It’s Our Daythe last day of the semester for pupilsevery child carries a basket of food, drinks and smiles, dancing cheerfully and tugging at their parents’ dressheading to school my little sister watch them pass byshe’s told mom she won’t be goingwhich is so unlike herunlike the restI watch her, thinkingperhaps God is shielding her…
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Love
loveit leaks a part of you stored away and forgotten the joy of finding that spillageis like seeing money in a pocket of an old trouseron a day you’re very broke everyone in your world becomes a strangerwhose strange language of caution is unintelligible love is a button that when pressed, momentarily pauses your inclination…
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Only if
the wind lashes through the lush unkempt hairof the conductor of the rickety bussending shock waves of foul odoracross noses of passengers packed to the brimnoses curl in silent protestbeside the road in the scotch morning heatare two pupilsa little girl and her brotherholding handsdesperate to get through the traffic to schoolthree loud bangs on…
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salty guilt
she leansagainst the wallhands at her back, face downsalty guilt eroding hermake-up layers of sadnessarranged like a cascade hookher drooping shoulders
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opening the cage
my departure time approachesmy heart pulsates with anticipationit all seems like an unbelievable dream and the sight oftravelers verifying ticketsarriving taxis offloading luggagefinely dressed passengers finishing off goodbye messages to onlookers who came to see them off sends gentle shock waves of excitement throughout my body as varieties of whiffs of sweet-scented perfumes whisk past…
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Retracing the steps – 5
For a long time, I kept turning down girls who were interested in me. I thought their expressions of love were immoral. That was what my Christian upbringing made me believe. In my little head and small mind, all I saw was me waiting for that day when I had my own apartment, a secure…
Diary of a Wanderer 