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Falling Like Nine Pins

Falling like nine pins
Friends living like jolly good neighbours
with a daily
hi and bye
smiles

the weather is lovely
sunny
a bit cloudy
yet we smile at each

the sunset is as beautiful as before
hope to like it see, many more
but for the un-promised tomorrow
bye and hi till comes a new morn
a new day is born

the bell continues to toll daily
you are gone
last of the set of nine pins

sad we wil smile
no more

Dark And Stormy

Who are you?
With your scarlet lipstick,
Drinking your dark and stormy,
A secret in your smile,

My eyes refuse to meet yours,
My cheeks blushing,
I notice a small scar on your hand,
No wedding ring,
I sigh to myself,
What the heart wants,
It may never get,

Then you get up,
And slowly walk away,
As I glance at you like a wounded puppy,
My fears too real to be bold,

But then you stop,
And turn your head slightly,
Giving me a sensuous scarlet smile,

6

How long have I known you
I feel you in my bones,
always right behind me
I know it, I just can't see
You,
and you are so wonderful and loving
soft kisses on worn out skin
I look,into your eyes
as pure as freshly planted rye
you really love me,
don't you?
In every touch,
am I too much?
not enough?
you alway smile, reassuring
oh, and how
curing it is
your love is felt
My only wish is to melt into
You
what, I wonder, have I ever done to deserve this?

Super Human

My days of wanton longing,
chasing things I thought I wanted
left me so alone
in a sea of familiar faces.

I nailed my emotions
to a thousand connections
both false and true.
I lost my heart and my mind
trying to discern the two

It kept me running, breathless;
away from my own darkness,
chased by my own shadow
who grew immense and imposing
gorging itself on a feast of my fears

Farewell to Myself

The heart
painfully shy.

Longing for acceptance.

Reins in its desires.

Believing nothing good
can ever come to it.

And therefore refuses to try.

Hurts the one it cares for
then begs for forgiveness.

But can never
forgive itself.

Lives in the past now
where dreams become
a way of life.


Tries to find
the right words to say
to somehow
make the pain go away.


And remains forever  
one beat short
of dying

from
regret.

cover me

cover me in the richness of soul
in highest hopes or deepest woe
in empty darkness, in heaven's glow
full of wonder, filled with hope

cover me here and now
beneath blue skies, behind the plough
over yonder, above a cloud
beyond forever, inside a sound

cover me for it is true
love is blind, love is cruel
love is fine, love is blue
love is master, love is you

cover me where i roam
where mountains climb and rivers bow
where fate decides the ebb and flow
where worlds collide and love is born

A slowing river runs deep.

All I did was blink
and suddenly frail and forgetful
had stolen the vibrancy
I’d taken for granted.

Your look still bears that familiar smile
which sparks an ebbing life
and brightens dimming eyes.
But when you think
no one’s watching,

I am…

SOLITARY MOMENT

the lone wolf
falls prey to uncertainty
the fury of time

©® Onyinyechi Cosmos Etu

Discovery

Everything rang in their ears all at once
Not having time to process anything, they acted on instinct
A finger on the trigger
Three more bodies crumpled on the soil
Like tissue paper

Before One could open his mouth to articulate his thoughts
Two had started screaming
And Three had his head cradled in his hands
Four met his stare fiercely
And One was glad to be reassured that his rifle was pointing downwards

Granuaile Part 1

Granuaile

Grace O Malley

Dear Reader,
Welcome to my version of the story of Grace O Malley, Granuaile, one of the, if not the most amazing women in Irish history. I have researched her life from various sources and this is a reasoned amalgam of what I learned. It would not be historically accurate enough for the black chair on Mastermind, but I hope it is an enjoyable read about an extraordinarily intelligent, strong, determined example of Irish womanhood

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