“Love is blind” they say
but hand in hand
we know that love is only sight
in the land of romance
i am fully ready to be caught in a landslide of wet wet dreams as floating memories swim past my endless glances at the horizon,
MY AFRICAN ROSE is a poem dedicated to African women. The poem talks about the African woman as a rose, something beautiful and priceless. An African Rose could be any African woman, lady or girl.
Everything our eyes sees goes to our mind and you can’t delete or edit what your eyes have seen or what your eyes saw.
Her Name Lingers
Her name lingers on parched lips
sore-soaked in a kiss
on scented sleeves
like the friction of nude bodies
In times like this,
I chew my broken hopes
Knowing they’d form strong hold
Against forces urging me to
Lay back and accept defeat.
There are different types of plagiarism and all are serious violations of copyright. Opia writes an acrostic about plagiarism.
If you’re in need of rest,
read the Testaments of Chest.
If you’re not a product of sex,
Then you’re a fan of hypocrisy.
As I pour libations on voluptuous mountains
I end up speaking in unknown tongues.
If I get any plagiarist,
I will ensure that his personality stands trial
in the short term. I will ensure that his teachers doubt if he is even the one spelling his name.
Diaries and moments of you surround me
Your smile has made the sun vibrant & translucent
Your assiduous voice has made channel for waterfall
I’m joyfully insane
“FOR BOYS LIKE ME ” is a piece detailing issues and life time struggles of the male folk. It simply says “Boys are no stones ” and “Boys should use this stereotype to live above storms.
on your arrival,
all noses were perceiving you,
taking a fresh breath,
forgetting the odour of yester-years,
thinking you were going to be good
not knowing that you were like a perfume
that doesn’t last long
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