POETRY 365

2
Dec

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29
Nov

Poetry: In Memory of Libya Again!

I’ve heard stories that churned my insides Of poverty, war, lips and limbs maimed Of a city where a head had a price The sun and moon set not for the wise Sky, covered in red, green and black Moon threatens to swallow the stars. Is the sky not fit for everyone? I’ve had nightmares of shipwrecked lies Of flies

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14
Dec

Poetry: Friendship (Love & Breakups)

We fit perfectly Like feet in shoes Until that time in the future The shoes are worn The feet will wane Stone on stone None feels the weight None reasons to wear We do not bother to fear We were made not to tear Since the stone rolled away Now I ache from the womb Like the volcano, The lava

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13
Dec

Poetry: Black & Slave (Roots)

I am Tobi, and my colour is my name. They see slaves, but i see beauty, the type I’d claim. Shall pretence continue to pretend? Or will the happiness of slavery be our end? These waters will dry up from the body of this friend. Force is the tradition, they’d never borrow or lend. What makes the apple fall off

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12
Dec

Poetry: Men & New Age (Relationship)

Is God a part of mankind? The spiritual wouldn’t always bind. Can’t faith come from troubles we have seen? Man is the dirt his god won’t dare to clean. Before this peril, there was goodness we could find. Tales had wooden plants and colors were green. Heaven didn’t threaten to leave you behind, And little was ever mentioned of sin.

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12
Dec

Must Read: 10 Simple Steps for Writing a Book

Writing a book is as simple as it is difficult. Consistency does most of the tricks. Not starting is the first step to failing. Starting is how you get to bring your book out. To begin with, you don’t just sit down to write a book. That’s not how writing works. You write a sentence, then a paragraph, then maybe if

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12
Dec

Poetry: Culture and Children (Lost heritage)

What is this? What did we miss? What is old is dusty. They no longer remember, their memory is rusty. Culture, we make amiss Our children are culture unthirsty This is what we chose to dismiss, We didn’t know they’d become so unlucky. Leonell =========================== All for the fad of the tube show Our culture refuses to grow Is the

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9
Dec

Poetry: I JUST DEY ASK | Bose Ayeni-Tsevende

How e be say As labourer get power reach No be so money full ‘im pocket? How e be say As book full professor head And big big grammar boku for im mouth, No be so im pocket wan tear with money? How e be say Some small pikin dem Wey just dey arrive for this world And no be

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9
Dec

Short Story: “Son Of Ladi” | Haruna Solomon.

The entire village knew the day my new wife gave birth. Neighboring villages heard of it too. The news did not spread fast because Ladi was able to push a child out of her slim body, or break the bond of girl-child my two wives weaved. The news travelled far because the child she bore was not one who will

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8
Dec

Poetry: From My Incomplete Notes

Sycamore reminds me of the word tall, musing on music could build a wall. Heaven reminds me of mankind and fall, sins will never be auctioned in a mall. Jesus is another way to justify your sin especially when truth almost lived in the scene. Pride and ignorance struggle less to win, the sweat on the forehead is no stranger

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7
Dec

Poetry: T-E-N-A-N-T-S!!

We all are tenants In this house not built with hands We don’t pay rents Until the day of judgement. We all are tenants In this room Or the other room Where landlords demand for your soul without a conscience Bose ======================== In our house there’s hardly a noise, our housing rent comes in poems. Paying the rent is not

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6
Dec

Poetry: Government In The Mouth

The walls know too well to move up- Then they drop their guards and sit down. The teeth would gate-keep, and then sup, Until the morsels get to drown The walls know too well to move up The tongue,her roof, her bed, her crown, Meet roundtable around a cup For a holiday out of town. Leonell