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Poetry
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From the corner
It is from the corner
of your eyes
that you smile
it is from the corner
of your eyes
that you weep
it is from the corner
of your eyes
that you see
a flicker
of a shadow
that was once
your dream
23
Save your light
Save your light
And hold it tight
You never know
When the crow
Will take it away
Use as a bait
To lurk you out
To scream and shout
For the soul you lost
As a trash away tossed
92
rebirth
poem
The earth was dreaming about a moon not yet born, when I entered its dream as a ghost with the moon in my eyes in silhouette held by the creator who joins me to...
33
Desert Ripples
After the desert storm,
the ripples in the sand
make a wish.
In the twinkling of an eye,
the sun shows its face.
51
The solider
Something from the heart
Daddy no please don't go why must you go fight in Iraq. Daddy please write me every day. Daddy I will pray for you. Daddy I love you. Daddy call. Mommy loves you daddy...
59
The Minds of Kidnapped Nigerian Girls
Bring our girls back
The Minds of Kidnapped Nigerian Girls
Why Mr. Why must you take me from my family?
Why mist you kidnap me from my school?
Why must you want to sell me in the market as a slave?
Why...
17
Ocean Depths
Her skin is a galaxy of oceans,
she can be seen to the
depths of her soul.
Her eyes are a thousand
bursting lights, she walks the
way of truth.
She sings a song, mocking the birds.
A humble song, a...
60
Transgression
When did I not receive
the product of the sum
of the gospel?
It must have been the day
I missed the train
crossing into the heavens.
79
Elephant in the Room
First published in 'The Rialto'.
You don’t belong here,
where the rain stripes the walls
in the beige of disappointment.
I’ve locked up the goodies:
the pills, the rope, the razors –
even the car keys.
Yet you wake me
in the early hours,
begging me to...
93
Holding On
First published in 'Popshot Magazine'.
After you died,
I filled your clothes with air
and took you walking.
Inflated, you were new-born, elated:
a dashing, headless dandy,
all grand gesture:
a sweep of shirt sleeve and trouser leg.
My mouth had so much to say,
it ran...
98
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