Tag: Poetry
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Footprints in harmattan winds
Trees, yawning in drought Forced to repent their decision to remain rooted instead of fleeing Their once wet barks Branded with scars from sharp gun rays As they stare down At footprints of families gone farming Fading in harmattan winds
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staring straight at a new dawn
Was growing up into a great donkey A sweet donkey everyone sat on And decided which direction it should go Walking miles in heat and discomfort Swallowing my complaints, careful to not spit them on gold diggers Didn’t even know I’ve got places of my own to go Finally found my path rather late Finally […]
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Time passes by
Was watching an old movie A song of the good old days was playing Slowly, softly, in a bar As everyone danced their hearts out Most of the actors and actresses are dead The rest very very old Wondering if they could see today when they shall be no more Would they have danced more […]
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Machine hearts
“I want to be a soldier!” It’s been his song since childhood Inspired by Batman And the other guy who gums and ‘degums’ himself from buildings to save a girl in danger Little did he know that soldiers wear uniforms Much larger than the passion to defend the defenseless It’s only from high up here […]
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Surrender
The sermon hooked her and squeezed tears from her backslidden soul Her hard heart became a punching bag for the preacher’s punch lines Many times she’s come to this point On her knees Where she’s laid it all down She hopes That this time she’s come back It will be the end Of borrowing without […]
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Sometime in July
I remember the first day your luggage was brought in You were newly married to a man you’ve never met A strange man who had a room in his house he forbade you from entering And who never saw your nakedness I was your servant Curiosity and loneliness recommended me to you I remember that […]
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Buying extra time
Nobody ever gets there overnight Taken lots of fast lanes that led to nowhere Back home and now in bed Sipping coffee and reading stories of other travellers So many detours, so many dead ends And so many dead along the way trying to get there As I put the pieces together I see where […]
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Two naked hands clasp a third
Many hands have clasped mine in theirs Like tenants of a room they have come and gone Taking with them my eagerness to forgive and let go And my faith to be healed again You have brought it all back in one clasp I have read the unspoken message in your warmth And you can […]
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Forever
A doorway into afterlife An ugly exit Where everyone has gone with the wind No man’s land where every man lands A door with a post only those inside can read So much talk about this place At last, this is how it looks Not impressed Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #144 July […]
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