2016: EB POETS EXERCISE LVIII

My own dreams torture me on a daily

So i sleep less at night and hope maybe

When the curtains close and i make my exit

My life would have been surreal and epic- Sam

This is a hero’s fall

That birthed the needless child

The hips that cracked open the eagle’s wrawl

Caused the silence of the wild- Leon

The foetus had been dead

Way before it was conceived

The illusion of a Nigeria 170 million believe

She was handed out for a cup of coffee and snacks; 1st October, 1960. – Tee2emm

A life well lived,brought them together,both old and young

Saying it from their own perspectives,all positive

Wishing him farewell, wishing the curtains of his eyes never fell

A day now attached to his name,A day that calls the young and old.-Bangwan.

I would love to have  been in a love story, 

When men gave their guts for glory,

I would love to be Helen of Troy, 

But if i was her, then i would have been epic.-Vera

I wrote eight chapters of love songs to her,

Strummed 12 chords of Sophia’s guitar in epicure.

My story started with my father and the roof-top girl

Deep down my heart, it’s her I lived this life for – Rudolph

My shade of grey seemed so perfect in purple lines. 

My unkempt hair was all you’d like to shove your fingers in

My lips tasted like coloured images not basic.

You and I were the epic shit…-Hypermind

Drawing a blank today

The words don’t come my way.

The word means almost nothing here

That’s the epic tale of me.-Seun

Grand was the descent of the gods amongst men.

Lust the union of the abomination spurn heroics.

Half-mortal half-gods in epic tales of wondrous deeds.

Mortals now birthing gods that once birthed mortals.-Desmond