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The Saddest Note We Ever Heard
The choir hummed a halting hymn
The organist played a pretty note
And we all waited for her to sing
And yet the only lyrics
That escaped her dry, parched tongue
Poem: A Song For Lovers: I Choose You!
[A melodic ode to sensuality & spirituality; Song-of-Solomon-eque; praise-poetry; worship poems]
Dear Yeshua,
There was no music
and yet we danced to our own beats
We swayed sensually to the rhythm
of our fired pulses ‘n’ heartbeats
I shall remember these moments,
I’ll freeze them in timeless space
Especially the sacred hour
I looked into your soul and saw my own face
VISION | VOICE |
VISIBILITY | VALUE-EXHANGE|
Father’s Funeral by Oluwasegun Romeo Oriogun (Ogun Da Silva)
the body was laid to rest
along with his years
his memories
and nothing,
VISION | VOICE |
VISIBILITY | VALUE-EXHANGE|
Last Words Mama Couldn’t Say
by Oluwasegun Romeo Oriogun (Ogun Da Silva)
1. The end won’t hurt like the beginning.
2. Beautiful houses do not always make good homes.
3. The first time I held you God turned his face.
4. I could give you lessons about loneliness but I can’t tell you how it feels.
5. Learn to wait for love.
6. Your father bled me in places that killed me.
7. A woman is a body.
8. Learn about suffering.
9. Learn about nights and tears.
10. Never hit a woman. Click Here to Read More
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We, the flock, can smell
That bullshit you’re trying to sell.
Don’t think for a moment that we don’t know
that you’re putting up a hell of a fake ass show.
We came here today, exactly for this;
You are our escape from madness, our seventh day of bliss.
Poem: A Love-Song For Couples
May you each dig deep and find self-love
so that you can truly love the other person.
You can only share who you are,
you can only give what you have.
For it is only in first loving yourself
that you can you truly love another.
When your souls thirst or hunger
for the beauty of life, may you be quenched
with the waters of unconditional love
Oh welcome home, Love!
How wondrous to behold thee again
What grace and purity you have, so like a dove
I’d forgotten how beautiful thou art
when seen without a cloud of pain.
How suddenly thou left, oh how for thee I feared
Or did he force thee along, out in the cold?
My heart bursts with secrets longing to be shared
Do you see the sad stories in my eyes waiting to be told?
Oh love, will thou stay forever this time?
Please do, for that’s how long before my heart will heal.
You see, he committed a grave crime
He branded my heart forever with his seal.
Oh welcome home, love!
Come in, come in, I chatter so
Hold me, embrace me, and never let go
My dear, dear friend, I have missed you so.
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