Poetry 365 – Page 9 – THE LIBRARY (EB)

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Leonell EchaAugust 11, 2017

Finally, self control boils down to mistresses or their counterparts, Otherwise the thrills of this dance will leave us sooner dead. Muhammadu thought he knew her best, Her tastes and likes and sexy contours. So he set to journey through, this fair country with seductive hips. But oh my soul He should have known, that […]

Leonell EchaAugust 9, 2017

I have seen you inside the throats of rivers. Met you last Summer in the gutter you sat. Saw the bread you broke for pieces of silvers, Your bosom is bloated,your stomach is fat. The Moon covers your face, the sun blinds us out, So you’d claim lilies with the stealth of a cat. Today […]

Leonell EchaAugust 9, 2017

Trapped in this oval shaped steel Left with nothing to feel But trapped, locked in Confined about and within I am trapped in this smile It wore off like shoes that ran a mile Only it did in the blink of an eye. Here I am, keeping the illusion Participating in labour My division being […]

Leonell EchaAugust 9, 2017

Being a child, a blissful ride knew not a tide Loved all called brown Nay wore a crown Being a child was a blessing No foul living Socks and shoes sow Uniforms blow Sang lullabies with loving hearts Laughed when we fart Played with brown sand Coloured one hand Rachel Charles ================================= Let us travel […]

Leonell EchaAugust 9, 2017

Yes! Let me begin with you my metaphor, you, who alliterate with a little sound how you smile with a simile by the door. You exaggerate like hyperbole unsound, The rhyme can scheme into a mainstream with lights. Some associate themselves with words that are round. What imagery do you shine during late nights? What […]

Leonell EchaAugust 7, 2017

The spoon in the cup goes in circles Some days are friendly cups of tea Some nights you choose your battles If darkness sets you free. To err is bovine To forgive, us. In the end This curse Gifts. If Today We gather And wolf the sheep To err is human To chalice, we are […]

Leonell EchaAugust 7, 2017

In 1902 it seemed. Low class ladies yet high self esteemed. Flash lights coloured in red and blue. Entrapment, what will we do? Fingerprints weighing larger than footprints. Retinal scan shades off. It happened 1902. Collections of naturals. One was better off as two. Truthful expressions, no sentimental value. Uneasy breathe choking. Blown away from […]

Leonell EchaAugust 6, 2017

A smiling face Fronting a saddened heart. We bade our goodbyes. Nights lose their grace Where these footpaths part. The hurt of broken ties. Days run at a slowed pace Like a horse pulling an overloaded cart. Even hellos have their price. Running alone cannot be a race, Being together was such a beautiful art. […]

Leonell EchaAugust 6, 2017

To a well woven community, Strife will foresee us. The skins of honesty Won’t do well to protect thus. Savage is the name. Free is the menace. The eyes brow in shame. To pray we must fur elise. Leonell ================================= The pain comes in layers Whenever I remember that December And the Manslayer that hears […]

Leonell EchaAugust 3, 2017

I love to gather Around people, Sweat in their water, Make their oceans ripple, I love the noise, The mighty few that makes a thousand. I crave, i seek divorce in her voice. We are all not alone in this island. Leonell ================================== This army of ants Speaking in gasping pants A presence in absentia […]

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