Warcoal, Warcoal,
I’d never expected
You’d fit snugly so!
Caressing my skin
in tan nudes, whites, reds
and dark colours of charcoal.
Monthly Archives: January 2015
#75. A Letter from Yonder
Adorable Adaora, Adanneya, Adannaya
Keeper of my future, daughter of my heart
I pray my words, wrapped in the winds
Blow gently and find you keeping well
I hear your legs are beginning to swell
All that kicking is bound to take its toll
#74. And she called herself Adaeze; daughter of the KING!
In her girlish fantasies, in all the fancy books she’d read
From everything she’d been taught, in answers she’d sought
She’d never dreamed that it would ever be like this.
She was ill-prepared for the shock of the very first slap!
Fisted palms, desire-laden eyes, wicked tongue and dirty lies
Strangled by loving arms, a hot passion, now colder than ice.
Writing Tip: Read Good Poetry
An insightful piece for all lovers and writers of poetry! Enjoy…
#73. Celebrating Death
Sometimes, we must have the courage to allow the pain
of losing a loved one flow naturally through our being.
Embracing death brings about a deeper healing
when we surrender and accept to let go of spirits gone
Know that their work here on earth is already done.
Let the mourning complete its cycle and season
#72. Let it Break! Let it Break!
Let it go! Let it break! Let it break!
Let your heart break into a million pieces.
And in the crevices in between you’ll find
the lost pieces of your spirit and soul;
Those long-forgotten and innocent parts
filled with a pure incandescent beauty,
deep compassion, empathy and meaning.
Revealing the sublime power of a broken heart.
#70. I am the WORD.
On air; in mid-flight,
In between travels; in transit,
On the bus; in between bus stops.
In a lift; in between space and time.
Jejeli, minding my own business,
and then other people’s business.
Gbeborun, overtly and covertly,
politely and rudely eavesdropping,
#69. Of Murphy’s Law and Mmuo Nso’s Law
They tell me about science
of logical, rational thinking:
of Proofs and Evidence,
about Principles and Theories,
on Thesis and Hypotheticals.
And with it, they try really hard
to explain the mysteries of life.
#67. And We Bore Witness to a Birth and a Death…
When they’re cloaked, they do seem so far apart.
But today, I saw them both seated
side by side; a birth and a death.
Different, yet same, when unsheathed.
And in the sacred, solemn hour,
down the corridors of death,
in a room with walls dark and grey,
we sat and held cold, feeble, tired hands.
#66. Today, Rise After Yesterday’s Cries.
Yesterday, did you stumble, did you fall?
Are you uncertain about the looming ‘morrow?
Well, today’s ’bout celebrating joy and not sorrow.
If the world tries to bring you down,
Set not your beautiful heart into a frown!
