The stream (all workshops)
Some are excellent for certain
Others not so much
If I’m the man behind the curtain
The choice is mine to touch
At times I choose entirely wrong
At least that’s how it feels
I carry these mistakes so long
My spirit starts to reel
Reflecting on the sore missteps
I find the lessons dear
I’ll try to choose a better path
To walk along this coming year
a sophisticated silence
scuttled away my peace
pierced my giant hope
I am now a living danger
planted in the sands of time
©® Onyinyechi Cosmos Etu
As a bit stream,
into which river would you flow
if given the choice?
All is ahead, it is all there for you,
yet to be discovered. 5
You have motion and your dreams.
You burble some times with love,
and the restlessness of youth
drives the conviction that
You alone hold the power of the future. 5
December comes in a sign
of winter form
when mother nature is
putting every flourish
into sleep at rest
in a calm scenery
covering up the earth
in a white blanket of snow
driving everything into decay
showcase in a gloomy stage
trees are going barren
with falling leaves
flowers are fading
losing its splendor color
fresh cold icy droplet
sitting on the branch
filled with frozen air
capturing a sight
of emptiness
in the heart of Ice Land
We must compose poems
betwixt
burial and cremation
WHICH AND WHY
The body once dead
is gone for ever ...
none has come back ever
and
shall never
Save land for those who still live
place photographs at home
of those since gone
the third generation
won't know
who was who...
Cremate electronically
with speed
save wood for forests and greenery
No one will come back
this we all must remember
the gone ones will never know either
who was who
now no more
After he had to leave
after there were no more
thank you notes to address
no more bulky sweaters to bundle
no more magazines to cancel
she sealed the cracks
on the front porch steps
as the empty world
walked on by
***
Many have spoken well
of your lovely poem ....
I feel every day we get a chance ...
to move on in our own way ...
There is NO SECOND CHANCE
in life ...
so enjoy this only one daily
as chances come and go swiftly ..
.I have seen the world ...
many sojourns ..
each a new one ...
perchance
Holier are we, than whom?
Holier than those flocking
towards another gathering,
together, corporately giving worth.
And doing so whilst on their knees.
And yet they too,
bob and weave through life,
just as everyone else does.
But we, who are the many,
who have often been
“kicked to the kerb.”
Who since our unholy birth
have whistled with the wind,
We are in fact, the Holy Ones.
We who are, in all truth,
the brethren set aside
to live as separate ones.
Pryderi Duntz
You can walk from a mirror
To leave the past behind
Directly to another
It brings the past in sight
A reflection, not perfection
No deception - your life
You can walk along a rope
A rope that is tight
You make a mistake
You hit rock bottom
Then you bounce back
And life, you have cracked
Good things you’ve gotten
Nothing you lack
Someone grabbed my face
Tipped my neck back
And poured vodka down my throat
and I wish they hadn’t
I wish they hadn’t
But because they had
I would have to swallow
And in due time
I will latch onto you
But you are no one special
i will watch you move
and dance closer to ask you your name
So you know you’re mine on this night
But we’ll rise in separate beds, come morning
And I won’t mourn the moment
i could've asked for your number
and chose against it
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