POETRY – Page 3 – THE LIBRARY (EB)

Leonell EchaAugust 29, 2017

I write poetry to get paid Some use poetry to get laid. So they open up a maiden, Pluck and dump her flower in a basin. They listen as if they care Snapping fingers everywhere But the offering box stays empty, The crowd is allergic to a levy. The show is meant to be free, […]

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 EchaJune 28, 2017

Hurt is its own healing power Much like a poisonous flower Aptly blossomed from sincere care With petals pruned off stems of fear Whose nodes contain soothing essence; The potion of true happiness. Many a face smile while yet hurt Burning hearts with flames of denial. Given time the pretence bears fruit Tasting of dark […]

Leonell EchaJanuary 30, 2017

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Leonell EchaJanuary 26, 2017

I got a cone filled with ice cream. It tasted so sweet it quenched the pangs on my ‘milk teeth’. In my head I was dancing because I knew this was the last time I would ever get such Ice and Cream put together. The little money we had, was spent on jamb forms. We […]

Leonell EchaJanuary 26, 2017

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I found myself on the island of muddied waters, Buchi The palm fronds waved their leaves with your name, Buchi The sands held loose your breath, Buchi There was no boat to take you back to the living, Buchi Do you not hear your name rippling in the river, Buchi? I am waiting for the […]

Poetry: Poetry for Money

Poetry: Being A Child

Poetry: Idols of Words

Poetry: Healing and Hurts

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Read: Animated Passion | Rachel Charles

Poetry: “On Buchi’s Headstone” | Authors

The Good Society

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Seeds

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The Good Society

open more doors

in the ground