I Am Poem

Do not be mistaken This is not a poem I am the poem The reflection of a battle on fire The wings flying against the wind The eagle hungry for bait Because these words search for the living dead I am the unbelievable story you are yet to hear Do not be cheated by my […]

STREAMS…Where Haven Art

I want to imagine a relaxed afternoon of art lovers who have come together to experience love. I want to imagine people dancing to calm rhythms and beautiful melodies from a live band. I want to imagine deep and sleek poetry lines piercing through the hearts of souls, a decorated runway on which models grace their […]

I Want To Think

I want to think thick thighs Like a highway to some heaven Smooth with sensation That brews drunk souls to oblivion I want to think small lips, kissable That would make me drink From a cup of honey saliva Whatever wetness brings Let it do, let it do I want to think orange round breasts […]

Silent Ladder

Am moving to another phase of life Where sex is sweeter And the Bible deeper Here, people look greener But my head’s not growing bigger   Am learning what it means to love a woman She cherishes little nothings And makes bubbles out of dying soap In her world, little things are big Like the […]

Lonely Woman

I watch you! Walk in the city streets With faces green, black and red Are we the citizens our freedom fighters bred? For whom they lost their precious lives in dirty bloodshed!   I watch you! Sleep in tendrest pretence Passing by beggars in your suits Your stomach fed Wearing scorching smiles But your heart’s […]

I Am My Own Man!!

  Pressure. That’s the word ringing in my mind. Confusion…and confusion. Am not sure what falling in love means anymore. But I am, it’s loving someone, right? Man-woman, woman-man, right? Men in my age live like they come from a different planet. Or at least the women in their lives make them. Well, we make […]

That Politician Is My Father!

I am seated in the lounge after a sumptuous supper, watching the evening bulletin. The news anchor utters a familiar name belonging to a man I see very regularly. In a few, the camera rolls showing where the latter is talking to a mass of people, selling himself to them about how he has been […]

Aoko

My poem’s persona Rosette of honor On earth, dearth of true beauty She rains like manna Walks with a sunlight banner Burns A peace donor Fresh shiny flesh Scents of refined Rexona Her kisses delight Aspic Lights lives Aoko Daughter of the western lake The water From which many men Dream to slake Slathered with […]

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