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Love Gone Sour
I’m in love with a Doctors daughter A native one for that matter The only tray my love desired to be served was on her platter I have no fear for her but her Father Scared he would trade me to his gods as batter Will he ever smile seeing us together?...
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Aquaruim
My country is an aquarium of boiling fishes, With lungs blocked we strive for breathing license In my country we struggle to survive So we step on each others eyes just to stay alive My country is a painting colored in confusion A photograph composed...
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Sundays Are For Biscuit Bones
Photocredit- Adrian McDonald Sundays are for biscuit bones, rice and stew So the African experience taught you But today, mother failed to do the usual As you both return home from fellowship Your feet collides against stones and you wish it were your...
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THE OTHER ROOM
Right from inception, I always saw my mom as warrior How she battled the tick-tock time to make sure she made the day before it made her With shoulders padded with grace that pre-pardoned my sins seconds before they were committed She was Sampson in eve’s...
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Coitus I
All hail the god of the millennium Make way as I slide through Like a dice of double six on a ludo board I am the finish line the young and old race for And though my price comes in liquid forms Orgasms and ecstasies are my trophies the globe could kill...
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When A Boy Meets A Girl
When a boy meets a girlReality and uncertainty will shake handsLife will become poetry, and every line will become a rhyme unplanned forTime will race against itselfThe sun will stand still Waiting to witness the success or failure of a friendship yet...
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Nostalgia
We remember...The days when our bellies were filled with hungerAnd our tongues were tasty of water but all we drank of was from a cup of assurance that tomorrow would be betterBut in someway or the otherOur eyes still beamed with the Joy like we had it...
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AMNESIA
All they’ll see is you You and your stacked pockets All they’ll ever lay eyes upon are the mansions and the ride you acquired They’ll always develop amnesia To your severe struggles How hunger was your typical three square meal And you learned to always...
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WHAT ARE POEMS?
A poem is a modern day sermon I don’t expect to be ignored And what is the use if my poem makes no meaning to the people who read it What is the essence if I let them roam in a field of confusion after finding the compass of my words? What are poems if...
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JOY OF THE JU’S
They say we’re flat men Rough surfaces of inexperience We’re the social handicapped The bare faced definition of fear whose fate lie in the hands of the strong, the brave and the so called courageous For our lives are noting but tissue rolls and breath...
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Dreams And Ceilings
Try this… Wake up one day Sellotape your dreams to the ceiling Despite the shabbiness or impossibilities It looks stupid It sounds stupid But what do you have to loose Let this be your muse Before your eyelids resign for the day Before your eyes sign...
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Finally
I blame you not that you err’ed Believe me I don’t I think it were only natural that you did Infact i would have been awed if you stuck to the script We’re humans, we’re known for deviation And please don’t drown yourselves in regret We would have done...
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Tell
How do I tell her she’s different? That she’s a country of stars How do I tell that God resides in those dimples? And every time she smiles, I see Him stretch like time How do I tell her? That those marks are not cracks on her foundation But traces of...
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ART INSIGHT
I am pamela Andem, student planner, writer, performance poet, I'm Nigerian, African.. Covener of Echoes of Poetry I found art at a very slippery age, I was 10, naive and uncertain about anything at all! I'm sure you'd say every 10yr old is uncertain but...
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ART INSIGHT
THELMA NWOSU “ Writing is my way of sobering up from emotional highs ” I am Thelma Nwosu, a poet. I take photos and I sing too but ask anyone that knows me well and they'll call me 'the Born into a normal African family, Nigerian. I've always loved writing....
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ART INSIGHT
When I count my wins, my art multiplies, I count my self lucky, numbered as a refugee, My Art, Refuge, became skolombo, Self esteem, Replacement, became homebred, For the voice that wants to be heard and the tears that wants to be wiped, I was turned...
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ART INSIGHT
My name is Jim Adie. Poet/spoken word artist. I deem it fit and worthy to start by mentioning that in the business of art and talent industrializing be it whatever field of practice, wisdom is more vital than the gift and skill. The essentials of marketability...
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ART INSIGHT
MARY BENEDICTA. “ I see the world as compressed ” I am Mary Benedicta, a dancer. My Art as a dancer has helped shaped my idea of people, people are not what they look like, a lot of things are embedded in an individual and it goes beyond words. Dance...
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ART INSIGHT
BERNARD USHIE. “ We no longer feed from people, we now feed people too ” I am Bern Ushie, a Portrait, Fine Art, Fashion and Wedding Photographer. I come from an art biased family; In fact, I was and am the only male who ever broke the rule by venturing...
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ART INSIGHT
HARLIMAH OLAJUMOKE. “ your problem is not one man's problem, a lot of people wear shoes that fit you too ” I am Harlimah Olajumoke, a poet. My Art as a writer broadens the mind. To be qualified as a good writer you need to be able to read different writers...
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BlackMagic
image- pinterest You have mastered the art of death, so well whenever you’re deceased you come back in forms different from the first. How, how black man, how do you wield so many lifelines? Kick the bucket yet pass on your breath like a will into six...
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Alley
imagecredit- pinterest Take with me a walk down this alley, an outdoor museum where the corpses of your ancestors lie. Look at these pillars, standing bones of your fore-fathers holding the hem of this lane’s fortune together. Pray you don’t inherit their...
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HOW TO SURVIVE IN A STRANGE LAND
imagecredit- pinterest Before you leave for that place far from home Pray, that your body does not become a cemetery for bullets, that they don’t lust after the evenness of your skin and make it a final resting place for hashtags. As you pack your bags,...
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TourGuide
imagecredit- pinterest Your kiss tastes like forgiveness. It pardons the weight of my transgressions and in the baptism of our lips, there everything is new. Whenever we hold hands there’s an erection in my skin, My senses stay woke at the sight of you,...
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I sea you
I see you, a collage of everything beautiful Your back strokes into time and makes everything simple like the first. I bid you, hold my gaze from relapse, to fall back into your hypnosis and stare like a homeless sun unsure of its setting. I beseech you,...
