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Editing - rough draft

Biafran Strong

How many times will you shoot me
To find out I cannot die?
How many times will you set me ablaze
To find out I cannot burn?

Oh Nigeria, a prison to them that seek to be free;
A gated nightmare to them that dream dreams.
For many years have I sought from you separate,
But you seek me to kill, my children to destroy.

Your sword driven inside of me, my soul to eviscerate,
Yet whole I am, strong I stand and move;
A blossoming tree, rooted in ancient waters
From whose tongue, morning dews drip still.

The beach (Halloween contest)

At the north side beach of river benue
They went fishing
Having fun and eating roasted fishes
Making jest to each other
They turned teasing bob
Of his bigger head and a tiny waist
"Head boy, head boy they yelled
Was a mockery name they gave him
Some called him "kanyi west"
Meaning tiny waist
He looked just as described.

The Autumnal fever

Wow,Autumn once again is here
what a lovely season
for all poets so dear

what a beautiful fall
you relay
here it’s raining,
then a bit cloudy
sunnier later
during day

the clouds show anger
but quietly pass away
wonderful trees
so colorfully display
my what hues
I wish I could show you
I’ll fetch my camera
for you

The wicked witch (Random October contest)

Time has brought me knocking your door
I come bearing gifts,
Seed of sorrow you sowed
I am the castaway,
Placenta entangled bars of hate

I'll consume your children and babies
Their flesh is my meal, their blood is my wine
Your tears are my water, your sorrow is my joy
Night mares upon night mares you will have
That's my celebration hour
Darkness is my daylight
And darkness is your worst hour
The joy of sorrow is your gift from me

Trading lines for lines and rhymes

It is already morning and as I sit here today, I did yesterday to
Pen clenched in a hard grip, smithing words from my fist
I used to be a midnight poet, writing line after line, while others slept
It was an innocent escape, I was a productive hedonist
Somewhere along those lines, too many were crossed, self-promises unkept
Midnights lines turned to morning rhymes,
While I escaped the flashing warning signs,
After all, it was always my escape,
Isn't that quite poetic?


I slipped out of it . . .

Leathered skin, extravagant scars thought to provide safety

I am here, a scant moment

Vacant the wedged memorials, souvenirs, tokens, nightmares

Ceaseless friction to present themselves

Not a coexistence, a intimate corrupt relationship

I am here, face front, sunlight and darkness both so raw and welcomed

Decades watched life from a corner in my eyeball

The familiar insert control with ease and whip with hidden pain

Dull and blunted, a shallow false life presents

I am missing

She's (bits of) an animal.

She is that canary bird who sings
the sweetest song that‘s to be heard,

She is in the ever maddening sound
of everything that’s earthly bound

She is the eagle see her soar
lion in the jungle - hear her roar,
all of these things she is and more
she's even the tigers -- front left paw,

She lives in so many differing things
azure blue on butterfly wings
even the monkey as he swings
she's the pleasure -she's the pain
that love brings,

when you look at her --
what do you see.


I am borderline

I am a bottomless pit of needing,
A whirling torrent of over feeling,
The hellish hunger that goes unfed,
Pain and anger that never ebbs.
I am a vampire for your affection,
A martyr made from past rejection.

Afgan Woman: Behind the Veil

Andisha squeezes her burqa's cotton neck
she wore it even after the Americans came
feeling a safety in its black invisibility

the streets stink of fear and sweat
birds in cages wait, abandoned and condemned
the day the last plane left
she removed her blood-red nail polish
just in case
there may be no job now
she has no man free to escort her and no little sons

Almost Mine

My heart breaks for you
All the pain you’ve put me through
All the times I thought that this time it would be different
This time I can make it work
My heart breaks for you
And I still let you walk all over it
I’d let you stomp on it
even cut it if that would make you happy
The way that my heart breaks is more than just pain and sadness
It’s love and joy
Every time I see you happy with someone else although it hurts
I’m still happy to see you smile
Hear you laugh
To look into your joy filled eyes


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