Tag: poem
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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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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…
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a day at the circus
i find my pearls tramped and mixed in miredamn! what looked like a giant chest was in fact a small stythe swine! and their foul snouts!the clowns are not to blame https://wp.me/p2Uccu-fvC
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inferior
a foot in its bellyhands feeling its tips and sidesthe tweaking foot pausesseems a fitlots and lots of hagglingand counting of what looked like crumpled sweat-softened notesfinally, off the shelf and into a polybaggoing through twists and turns blindfoldedthen into a new home, unto a new shelfnights and days pass bythen the familiar feet returntheir…
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They sit unsung
we’llneverknow the fearsand hurts you hideyour deeds, like diamonds,sit unsung in shadowsof ingratitude and prideyou forged underdogs into starswith sacrifices of love, Mother,we’ll never know the shed tears and hurts you hide
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a howling wasteland
tied to a treewas the kidnapped queenwincing at the mirage of advancing horsesmirage of a rescue teamdaunting reality of massive losses her chief magician chantshis voice echoing in the howling wastelanda figure in a picture enlarges into a real beinglike a fast-forwarded movieon rewind to a slow motion scene wearing her crown of planetsthe great…
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Isn’t a struggle a story ?
I stare at the picture,wondering what to write,noticing my first lines do not rhyme and have no consistent metre I question my motives.To express, or impress ?Maybe I digressto thoughts with no themes. Isn’t a struggle a story?Shouldn’t this writers’ blockbe time to pause,to see beauty even in what seems sordid? https://wp.me/paf3ao-n9y
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spill your feelings
have your loose lipsbegun lootingyour chances of success,turning potential into worst nightmares? does your intuitiontell you you’re contributingto your slow progressand growing distress? keeping a secret can be toughlike an irresistible coughfor some, keeping a small circlecan be a major hurdle but for your own goodalways confide in a bookfew people really careabout your welfare…
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same sleep unites them
they gave her water and clayand she molded out history and storiessitting in the soil for centuries… they went to bed at different timesbut the same sleep unites them different facessculpted on different daysmolded out of same clay Different beginnings Same tale from dust they camenaked and not ashamedone by one they withered and felllike…
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aftermath
aftermath of warbodies scattered across the streetlike a child’s doodling on a sheeta beast sniffs the corpse of a woman a second beast is sucking her left breast protruding through a tattered dress she worethe remains of what was once a Canaanthe promised land of the nomads
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Filthy, bloody hands
wolves hide in beautiful sheep clothingigniting senseless wars in the Name of God How dare you stain the Holy Name of God with your filthy, bloody hands? God does not hire anyone to fight His battlesHe has an innumerable army of angels at His command His pleasure is to see brothers and sisters live in…
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He is risen -Happy Easter!
never heard of a lambthat served as a lampguiding the feet of men and of women off the paths of hell the prophets of old did predictthat his death will reverse the evil verdictsin has brought upon usif the promise of eternal life were a lieHe would not riseand our faith would be in vainand…
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they’ll see you rise
like the sun they’ll see you risethe fake, foes and fraudsters who sawyou weep, crawl and beg will falltheir faces abraded likemetal gods scrubbed with wire gauze here, no vest is bulletproofjust bodies taking in bulletstill they feel tipsy and staggeran unsettling truthmakes the most vocal stutter but this is the furnace in which the…
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Default mode
when the path ahead is shrouded in fogsome resort to motivation woven into songsor written on wallsto help calm their fearsfor us, inspirationis written on our genesLike instincts written into the minds of insectsnever-giving up is our default modeworking in silence the codeeven when we’re brokewe’re still paying the price of victory
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just a novice
just a novicetrying to be noticedsometimes this feels likea waste of timetoo many stars in the skyno space for mine to shineeven if it glitteredwho cares?been waiting for my timeas if waiting for a bell to be chimedor probably it has gone off already And I was too deaf to hear it ringing
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Happy Eid Mubarak ❤️
the sun beatsthe drums beatso much heatso many feastsso much wasteso much hastein so tight a spaceas the sun beatsand the world heatslet us prayfor more peacein this Eidand the coming weeks
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Sometimes
Sometimes I wonderwhy good things worth havingrequire so much work, so much effortsometimes when the going gets toughI envy the deadwho have no more worries to think aboutBut when times turn betterI look back and reflect on the good things I would have missed if I were no more
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The tricky top
seems simple stepsthese tedious tasksthese tragic trekspacked phony pathssuch savage slopesslow stressful streakshurt hollow hopeswild windy weeksdark doleful daysmad mystic mazeposh pleasant peak https://wp.me/paf3ao-mTO
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The rocks and the trees have become one
on this mountainthe trees,like tourists,come and gobut the rocks never diethey’ve been lying here watching the once mighty waterfallage and shrink even the tallest of trees come and gonone lives foreverthe rocksthey have always been here from the beginningbut the presence of the invading treeshave left marks on the mighty rockslike signatures of passing timeset in…
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boredom is a blessing
boredom is a blessingfertile grounds for sowingconsistent habits into daily routines just aseverything has a nameso doeseverything has its place just aseveryone has their tastesso doeseveryone has their pace soevery time you face delaysin your hasty climb to famejustlock your focus onto that Rock of AgesWho never fails, never shames, never wanes
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words said into young ears
there’s this poem I read in childhoodabout looking up to oneself in all thingsI remember the principal telling us boyswhile interpreting the poemthat people who never intend helping you financiallyalways say “Oh, I just gave out my money to X”“I would have helped if you asked earlier.”we giggled, thinking it was a funny tale he…
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A lonely trip to Tripoli
a lonely trip to Tripoliwhere abandoned motel light bulbs dangle in violent windslike the balls of a bull in motioncasting concrete eerie shadowson squeaky doors with no keysscreaming softlyas if mourning the death of a once buoyant city a lone guitarist plays for the listening windsmessages that never reach the earsof the sleeping, heaving wavesof…
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The still small voice
a still small voicespeaking to you in what seems likeyour own voiceyour own thoughts Nudging you to let goof the water slipping out of your clenched fistof hard efforts that have come to nothing a still small voicethat’s always lived with youinvisible like the windstealth like movements in the dark yet each time it speaksit’s…
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They say you’re not good
they say you’re not goodthat you’re a hypocritea wolf in sheepskin they say you’re a disappointmentyou had so much potentialbut what are you today?a burdena watered seed that never germinatesyour gardeners are agingperhaps it’s strangers that will reap their toil but youwhat have you got to say about yourself?you’ve been silentsilently workingopening up your sores,…
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Thick clouds are gathering
Thick clouds are gatheringAmidst occasional rumblingsAnd chilly winds mixed with the departing warmthJubilant crows circle in the sky In a corner of the sky, sun rays leakThrough a crack in the clouds Sweat from perspiring clouds in motionDrip on my face, I hurry to a shelter I watch the crows now sitting silently on nearby…
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Another rengay with ❤️David❤️
I strongly believe we can do so much by harnessing our energies, by putting ideas and efforts together. It’s a beautiful thing participating in picture prompts like the one by Sadje every Monday. And when writers reach out to other writers for collaboration, fireworks happen. It was such an honour participating in another rengay with…
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Only believe
I’ve come to what seems like my endwhere patched hopes refuse to mendbarriers refuse to bendthe raging sea in my pathrefuses to part and all I hear in the midst of the rising tidesis a still small voice reminding meto only believe Holding onfeels like waiting for stones to ripenI do not know if I…
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In the shadows
In the shadows of every shadeAn unseen plaque with the nameOf a thoughtful sower In the success of many homesThe unheard creaking bonesOf a thoughtful shoulder Same sower and seed scenarioReplayed, retoldWisdom, wasting, waitingTo be emulated
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bending bars
the opening line of a new poem comes to mindI write it down impressiveinspiringout of the blue I think of what should followseveral attempts, no progressI doze off, wake up, continueputting many activities on hold still no progresscan’t think of a sensible continuation frustration days pass byI sit, rise, pace, take a break, return, take…
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gods of justice in their element
chunks of gingerthat have missed the teeth of a blenderhave found their way into Mom’s soupDisguised among the chunks of smoked fish and salted meatawaiting an unsuspecting victimwhose feet are tiptoeing towards the kitchengently opening the doorlistening hard for mom’s voice which is busy in the living room shouting on some sordid character on TVTV…
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Snow-capped mountains
Snow-capped mountainsSnaky pathsSoldiers thrudging through themLike driver antsMiles from homeLonging for all the little pleasures back homeThey once took for grantedSome mutter words to a rosary on their neck,Some chutter indistinct sounds to curved figures in their handsSome kiss amidst tears photos of loved oneswounded or blown apartThey hope a piece of them will returnTo…
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We are one family
Like two tough bulls, two men are locked in a game of draughts under the shade of a baobab tree, surrounded by a cocktail of nationalities, so typical of crowds in West Africa’s Ivory Coast. Friends and passersby watch in suspense against a backdrop of Zouglou music playing from a bar nearby. The game ends.…
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dry your tears
He’s asked that she dry her tears and smilebut how can she, in the midst of so much pain?while they talk, she’s distractedby the singing of her patientsa favorite song of her lover gone on a long journeywhose many letters have trickled to a fewthe song comes to herlike some lonesome puppy recognizing its master…
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The letter to Daouda
she thought she carried good newsshe’s been sent to deliver a lettershe, an illiteratethere in his office she stoodwaiting for him to read and replythe wilting joy on the face of the readertells her something isn’t rightslowly, the initial smile on his face fermentsinto a sad, bitter face, polluting her initial joy tooshe waits as…
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Fireworks and chilly winds
fireworks, chilly windsI lay in bed, lying on my sidefacing the open windowa moonless sky lit with sparkling starsChristmas is a month awaybut I can smell it miles awaythinkingof all the thingsand peoplethat have come and gonethinkingof my life nowand what is to come ………………………………………………….. Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp:+233 541 824 839
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songs of a folktale
all eyes on the new moonas we sang, clapped and dancedsongs of a folktale about the moon and the sunmotherswho decided to slaughter their children for a meal during a famineThe sun was the first, sacrificing her children but the wise moon loved her children and wouldn’t when it was her turnThe furious sun now…
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sticks in my ears
a wet rug was placed over the hot lantern chimneywhen the rug had soaked up enough heat and could no longer breatheit was placed over the fresh wound on my legI squirmed, screamed and tossed in painThick arms gripped me, so that the wet, hot rug could engage in a long lick of my woundmother’s…
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Sick with the quagmire
you’ll sing better songsthis thirst for changewill make you drink ideas till you’re drunknobody reaches the heights you’re aiming for sobermany your kind have been hereit’s the same ancient pathdifferent faces, same heart ……………………………………………………. Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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wake every beast
honed every skilltried every trickcombed every streetwoke every beastcrossed every seatossed every diceate every lielicked every woundpaid every duesplayed every tunedealt every cardtook every chanceknocked every doorfought every dogticked every box yet for all my effortsa harvest of winds but I keep pressing onunrelentingly https://wp.me/paf3ao-m3z
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Survive this test
Rise above these dark momentsRise above these harsh currentsRise above these insults that hurtRise above the confusing twistsThe humanizing treatsAnd temporary defeats Survive this testYou were designed to outlastAnd outlive this floodBe an inspiration to the rest Refuse to stay downWield these stormsInto reservoirs of strengthWeave this lossInto beautiful songs ………………………………………………….. Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541…
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The lone bird is done singing
The lone bird is done singing,and the migratory season is here.It has joined its clanto sail across the sky,to a new land. We cannot help but keep lookingwhere it once stood, singing.The lone bird is no more,only echoes of its voice. Like nicknamesof old high school friendsheld together in indelible inkagainst fading classroom walls,your name…
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Love ripens slowly
Love ripens slowlyBonds deepen softlyAnd I, with my impatienceHave ruined many opportunitiesLike some black sheepdressed in greenTo light up the screenFor all to see InexperienceAnd the lack of humility to learnTwo rodentsThat have ruined many beautiful beginnings https://wp.me/paf3ao-lZh
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The view from the narrow path
there is a kind of insightthat only the aged can better appreciate there is a confidencethat only the masters exude there is a joythat only those who appreciate the simple pleasures of life find there is a forcethat only those who have stayed down for far too long and are determined to rise, can emit…
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J.P
At first, it all sounded like some distant dream, something happening very far away. But the whispering intensified, so did the shuffling of feet. The whisperer now seemed to be standing over me, beside the floor where I lay, mumbling and spitting indiscriminately. I awoke. The dream seemed familiar, but I couldn’t remember the first…
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Mother
Mother,your sacrificesare unforgettablelike the lines and prints in my palms You saw valuein a premature babyAn infant many would have abandonedYou traveled in every direction for healersin search of herbal doctors to cure your son What many would have rejectedYou nurtured into a full grown man like me You were the colorin my colorful ChristmasesIf…
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Thank you, David🙏
I had the opportunity of writing a rengay with David and it was fun. It was my first time writing one, and frankly I had never heard of the term. But David explained it to me and the rules governing these kinds of poems. It was initially challenging for me to think of saying much…
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I bring you blood
A cargo ship of hopesShipwreckedBeneath the sea’s toesLurkedGhosts of entrusted dreamsAnd progressHard-earnedSinking Foundations of steel sacrifices laidBricks of greed have replacedPaths of prosperity chartedOvergrown with weedAnd feetOf the coldhearted The Promiseland has become wastelandSince fallen heroes sankTo nether regionsAnd seasons have piled upon seasons The sea is no keeperOf wreckage it floatsBread cast upon the…
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Can you feel the silence?
The resilience of a peopleCrushed into hateLike juice of grapesTettered to constant shellingAnd constant sellingOf half-truths and half-bakedRealities by the media Surgical scissors and needlesMay sew woundsBut they can’t cup deep enoughTo reach the brokenness withinTo sew and stitchBroken hopes and promises Can you feel the silenceOf budding innocent lives mowed downBegging us to join…
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Echoes of a forgotten past
It was the kind of place everyone dreamt of goingNot because it was a place meant for the richBut because of the peace, quiet, calmJust something about the placeCalling the soul to come take a look at least onceIn a lifetimeSo many stories about the placeOf how great friends reconnected thereOf how people met the…
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Here he returns
I see him wave at familyAnd friendsAnd those in betweenAs he stood at the height of the airstairsGone to seek medical care abroadFor a diseases that has been knockingAnd he’s felt too scared to open Here he returnsAs a package flown in by airThe head of a family, mentor and leaderLying among luggageFamily confirms he…
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The reward of the resilient
PatienceWhen sprinkledInto boiling situationsTakes time to dissolveAnd colour complicationsWith its sweet, calm scent It’s a long lone roadThat journey between a dreamAnd it’s fulfilmentWhere tangible silenceQuestions one’s beliefsRendering faith brittle and cold No pair of handsCan stop the sun’s shineHave hope, even in the face of shame Don’t let these tidal wavesSink your calmBright sunny…
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I prepare the food basket
As I hurried with the basket of food over my headin the direction of the farm, I imagine the scene awaiting me: Students scattered across acres of yam moundsSome tilling, others weeding, the majority (girls)carrying weeds further off the farmland to be burnt I arrive, after a long walk towards the outskirts of the village…
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What could be going on in his mind?
A hunchback leans against the bark of a treeWatching football training sessions on a parkAs the bus I sat in circled a cornerI spot the smallish figure hiding behind the treeStealing every glance there is to gleanFrom the parkI stare, and wonderWhat could be going on in his mindDid he wish he could play like…
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I have found a new classroom
I have always been eager to teach, to share, an enthusiasm that has eroded graduallyto reveal its true face : prideToday, I embark on a new journey, one of silence, of listening, of paying attentionI have missed many important lessons and sessions of growthwhile I was gone looking for new converts to discipleI have achieved…
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Recoil, reflect
RecoilReflectAbandon the unproductive habits The barren roads that yield only thorns Expectations that produce only hurtsCultivate the untapped potential within That niche you keep groping for Reserves of energy without limits These obstacles to happiness and positivity Are here to test what you’re made of to test your resolve your character patienceShow them what only the indomitable can doShow them by…
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Waiting, watching
This is a bus that goes to a city I once lived inA long time agoSeeing passengers getting ready to board itBrings back many memoriesMemories of hopes that never materializedAnd the blessings in disguise I now realizeNot many detours in life will be understoodThe bus leaves, I stare at the inscription behind itI imagine the…
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I see the cracks
“I’ve missed my dad”She whispersI can’t relate, never had oneI think of the death of my dogAnd try to imagine her lossIt’s a human, the loss must be huge The force holding her world togetherHad been crushedNo wonder everything is spiraling asunderI see the cracksIn the good life she’s cobbled up
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I see the cracks
“I’ve missed my dad”She whispersI can’t relate, never had oneI think of the death of my dogAnd try to imagine her lossIt’s a human, the loss must be huge The force holding her world togetherHad been crushedNo wonder everything is spiraling asunderI see the cracksIn the good life she’s cobbled up
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Barren Hills
She squeezes a note into his palmsI watch, wondering how he feelsScrubbing dirt to make ends meetI see the humiliation in his eyesAs he adjusts his cap to block off sunshineAnd prying eyes It’s a stageAnd not a fateOne faltering step after anotherThe financial cripple gathers courageTo wobble and finally walk To earn one’s name…
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Silence and tears
The prayer groundsWere not out of boundsTo anyone or anything, including snakesThat had come to prey Haven’t prayed in a long whileAnd as the thick jaws of hard timesClose in on meI head towards the mango treesUnder which we prayedAn isolated forest far away A silent bird perched in the cold drizzleAllowing its posture and…
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Blank sheet
Some days I don’t know if I am moving forward or standing still Don’t know if it’s worth pushing or best giving up Inspired some days and some other days, I just don’t know what to believe. Maybe this too shall pass. Tonight my mind is a blank sheet. Perhaps, a blank sheet too is…
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Next step
The higher the heightThe deeper the discomfort of climbingThe next step is the reward of the previousThe longer the steps upwardsThe bigger the reward
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Rich mineral deposits within
It’s a world of abundanceAnd I couldn’t see The riches I soughtWere all within me The more I press towards my limitsThe quicker the mirage vanishesHow sad the little territory I was content with Email: Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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The Blast
It was a normal day just like anyWe were busy about our activities It was even the anniversary of a giant telecommunications network All over town people were in their colours, jubilant It was probably late afternoon Suddenly, there was a blastLouder than a bombOr anything that could be imaginedIt was the sun itself that…
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To the determined
It’s like a spell Like some decreeSomething worth havingIs rarely found in public spacesIt lurks in shadowsPlaying hide and seekEntering rooms that refuse to openTo visitorsExcept stubborn intrudersWho keep knockingRefusing to back offTill a locked door’s hingesBecome weakAnd fall apartTo the determinedAn obstacle is onlysomething that opens
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Potential
Didn’t know I had so much potential Till I started pushing myself To the limits It was hard at first But consistency lessened the burden Makes me wonder Just how many untapped reserves of creativity Are sleeping within Thanks to procrastination And unwillingness to break the limits Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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Foggy hopes
Foggy hopesWhen you’re in a dire situationExpecting a miracleAnd you receive a messageTo send your detailsFor a money transferCould it be real?You wonderAnd imagine all the things you’ll doOnce that money lands in your lapYou dreamily draw a budgetDaydreaming even new clothes you’ll purchaseYou wait, like special forces on a missionFor the moment, the alertThat…
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One family
It hurts doing good sometimesBut I always remember one thingThat we are all brothers and sistersAnd God is Our Father WinterABC2025 Storytelling Festival Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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Performer and Spectator
What does a game teach us? To not wait till we are down by many goalsAnd suddenly start playing with all our heartsA few seconds to end of game A game is won off pitchWhere there are no spectatorsNo applause, only sweat and silenceIt’s where plans are rehearsed, modifiedCodifiedA large room for mistakes and improvement…
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Celebration bells chime
Celebration bells chimeCrowdsIt’s the sound of a multitude’s feetRushing to a chapelCuriositySeemed impossibleLike strange news in strange landsAllergic to happening on home soilYet here it wasThe season when the impossible blossomsAwakening the sleeping faithOf many doubtful onesIt’s a weddingThe kind that gives hopeTo many singlesThe long hand of faithClasped in patienceIs long enoughTo reach fruitsOutside…
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Sacrifices with no microphones
A house standsOn the expertise of many workersA structure of many materials A child is molded into usefulnessUsing clay of different huesSacrifices, compromises, sweat, coaching The higher a buildingThe deeper its foundationElements that will never be seenAnd given due recognitionFor their contributions But there is an eye aboveThat sees below and beyondNoting sacrifices with no…
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When I grow up
Refuse to growYou’ll soon be glowingIn the discomforting lightOf stunted growthIt’s a harsh worldWhere its builders banishThose who stay backLay backWhile everything around them is changing What does adulthood look like?A mirage for many youthSoon the illusionThat being an adultBrings immense freedom without responsibilitiesFades like echoes in a forgotten dream It’s those who sit in…
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Distant lands and distant tales
Distant lands look greenerTill the curious mind sails awayCrossing oceans, deserts and milesCrossing sticks, stones and thorns To discover that people in distant landsAre just like those back homePeople of foreign lands tooHave heartaches, headaches, and coughsBreakups, moments of joy and sorrowsThey eat, they dieBut as nature likes to reward the curious mindShe gives to…
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Pause and Ponder
SometimesI have the feelingThat soap bubblesAnd the faces of many funny creaturesAre reflectionsOf some past livesFaces of individualsOf some very long time ago Just wild imaginationsForgive my wild wanderings But take a good look at this lifeA bubbleFloatingIn spaceNever burstingNever sinking in relationTo other elementsPause, and ponderIf these occurred by themselvesWhy isn’t the process replicating…
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Self Gardening
ConsistencyIn pruning off the excessSpendingsEatingSleepingWasting of time Helps the flowers stay fresh and attractive Prune off the old habitsOf impatience AngerBitterness Allow space for the new you to blossomWith smiles that never fadeNever tainted with jealousy Radiating satisfaction in self nurturing Give yourself space to growAt your own paceDefine a new youThat many won’t know…
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Feminism
Old keys may be unattractive Yet they’ve opened doors for many feetOld roads may seem too familiar But they are good escorts To new pathsLeading to new destinationsOld friendships may seem outdatedWhen one’s circle is updated Yet tests old pillars have withstoodShould not be underatedAgainst new erect ones untestedTraditions may seem oddBut they have their…
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The fallen grain
Old habitsDisguisedAs impulsive urgesIt’s the same old trapTo get you goingNowhere Grow upFirst attempts are always clumsy But stick to tryingDay by dayOne day you’ll look backAnd see how every attempt Was a step forward Even those that led to a fallIt’s a fallen grainThat has a chance of Being nurtured by the soilTo grow…
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Fascinating science
Mother came back from a hospital checkupShe said the white man is a wonderFor with a machine she knew not its nameThe doctor looked into her wombAnd saw all the babies she was going to have! The current one, and the rest to come years laterWe were stunnedHow could this be?Amazing the things happening in…
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Scent of fresh paint
The scent of fresh paint on house walls MemoriesOf fresh beginningsof moving into a new house A tipof the icebergOf a goldmineOf simple life pleasuresTaken for granted https://wp.me/p4GQQl-CXc
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Many unread chapters
Hard, wooden faceYou tell me moving stories I’m not moved MotionlessEmotionlessLike a treeIt’s not that I’m toughOr heartlessI’ve cried so many timesNow tears don’t comeEven when they’re supposed toI’m not bitterI’m gratefulTo God for all the trying times enduredSome show gratitude to GodThe instant He does something for themI like to keep my gratitudeChopping it into…
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Medieval Chapel
I enter a medieval chapelTrapped in the ancient architecture A distinctive atmosphere I grope for a labelI marvel at the mysteryAnd mastery Of the designsThe dexterity The pain and passion pumped into the projectImpressively appealing A signature of past lives and past timesIn its walls, I sense the sweat of the workersAnd the desperation of…
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It’s an empty market
Hungry, I hurry to the marketAll along the way, I imagine the things I’ll buyOccasionally drifting off to think of other thingsI arriveAn empty market greets meHow?! Oh! I suddenly remember whyAs I look up to windows Of nearby hostelsAll shut, except a few squeaking in the gentle windsIt’s vacation today for the studentsDamn! Where…
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Resilience is the color of Nature
Resilience is the color of NatureFeel her stubbornness in tough weedThat keep rising when crushedSee them rise among rocksAmong thornsEven on paths frequented by a million feetFeel her patience vibrating in the wavesCalculated moves and motivesLurking in the breezeSearching for soft spots of ships to strikeFeel her fearlessness, fury and focusMirrored in the faces of…
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I fear these dark valleys
I fear these dark valleysWhere echoes of footstepsHaunt meI dread these lonesome journeysWhere pieces of broken promises Jab meI fish these empty spacesFor something to fill the emptiness withinPalpable emptiness, all I catchI’ll revere these formative yearsAnd the tears, uncertainties and testsThey fed me Email:Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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Live
LiveDon’t be a cowardRecoiling every timeYou’re struckYou’re hitYou’re sunkPushEmergeHit back, hit hardRefuse to remain underDon’t let them knock offThat smile, that shineDon’t let them dampenYour indomitable spiritYour optimism Stand tallFor agesBe consistently youNo matter what they do to youBe kind, full of smilesAlways extending a hand to the needyA hand to thoseWho have no one…
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Damaged reputation
Those momentsYou look backAnd wonderHow the hellDid I descend so lowTo these pitsHow did I bring myselfTo such humiliation To do such an abominable deedThe very things I speak againstPreach againstWas I under a spell? But instead of blaming fateBlaming othersBlaming circumstances I take responsibility It’s all my faultNow that I accept my ugliness And…
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That furnace called Dreams
I am excited to announce the publication of my poem “That furnace called Dreams” on Pooja’s website. I would like to specially thank Pooja for showcasing my work. Here is the link to the piece on her website: That Furnace Called Dreams (Guest Post)
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Mighty Forts – Spillwords Publication
I am thrilled to announce the publication of my poem “Mighty Forts” on Spillwords.com. I would like to thank the Chief Editor, Dagmara K. and the formidable team at the Editing Department of Spillwords for showcasing my piece. As usual, a special thanks to Grace Y. Estevez and Sadje for the constant encouragement in my…
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What is maturity?
What is maturitywithout the ability to keep secrets? Why tell a secret if it increases the probability That trust will be brokenThat old wounds will be opened What is lifewithout timeTo tailor one’s lifestyle to one’s tastes? Why the hasteWhy the raceAs if this life is a competitionAs if being busy is what brings recognition…
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Total recall
Certainly within me Certainly within reachLike flamboyant petalsLike flamboyant medalsThese beautiful dreams Though risky like a ponzi schemeThey echo in my thoughts like a theme songForcing me to put my retired energies on total recall https://wp.me/p4GQQl-C6w
Diary of a Wanderer 