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Poetry

The Perfect Gift – Life

Hinnie

Isn’t it glee and pleasant
to receive a wonderful present
Of life wrapped in paper and ribbons of gold
A gift of value and beauty untold
Unexpected like a discourse event
Received from nature’s behest
Such gifts make us really feel good
The gift of life is powerful to change our mood
Life is like that fortune train
That fizzles and sparks from it’s main
It is the love that sits in our heart
And the creativity of our sense for Art.
Life to our dear beloved  earth,
who gave to all of us birth:
your imperfections we want to cure.
Will we succeed? Not so sure!
Just like a merry go round
Life goes round and round
Waiting for a lost to be found
Seeking solemnly without sound
Life is give and take
A cheerful one, a choice  we make.

 

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Poetry

Black Allure

H.

Black or white; surely we are something as simple as Humpty Dumpty. But, without the fence sitting.

 

Roses and whisky; Surely, I have earned some milk and your strawberry cookie.

 

No need for drama, nor reason to cause a scene as we know we are much in sync.

 

Honesty or dishonesty; surely by now you know I can see through your lies.

 

However, I turn a blind eye cause baby you are as shinny and unbreakable as gold and ruby, beautiful as the Sun rising above the Caribbean beach, whilst your soul young and wild like lily’s of the valley.

 

Hence, me know sey if me capture and posses this light of yours and begin to caress it, your spirit will be elevating.

 

As e be, me know sey your light burns as the celestial feasting bonfire, at the untamed valleys.

 

Me find sey na to run to the wave love been bring come as thy Angels whisper about recreating me.

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Night Lights

H.


My intent is not to tickle your nipples and then leave you wanting, nor have you from this Moonlight till the next Sunrise. Nah, this does not please my soul, but my Body and Mind.

I see no point holding on to what was, So, I seek for what I believe is the source and this leads me to a new world with moons and singing Stars.

I long to have you for eternity, or at least for as many days as the Stars, but if thy flesh and fire is all you want, verily your wish is my command.

However, my conscience pricks so i have to warn you i will appear and disappear from your sight as a shooting Star, on the night all your wishes can become a reality, thus, i am known by few and a myth to most of mankind.

Whilst I wanted it all with you the grains on my palm were not mine, neither was the river I felt I could drown in; thus I wrote you songs that will live forever.

Darling, I was neutral until your sweet dirty words sunk into my senses, thereby creating a sensation I want, thus, it was as pure and powerful as Light.

Model: Peggy George
Photographed by: Hamid Ayodeji
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Poetry

A Tale of True Religions: The Milky Way

H.


At the right space and time i could catch you by the wings when you are falling.

With the right amount of Sunlight i can look into your eyes and feel its burning sensation save me.

At the deep Eastern region of the garden, after a life time of descending, it feels like i am still falling for you.

With every step taken i feel a certain kind of way, i mean energy. Finally i feel free, like i can do anything i wish and pray for; and this can also be intoxicating me.

At this point, i feel the darkest times can be our brightest hour as i can see the moon and a shooting star adorn the night sky. Thus, i reached out midst everything with poetry.

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Poetry

Emptiness

Della


I lived in a guilt of knowing the wrong, but still choosing it.
You belonged to someone else but the thought of you being your happiest with me convinced my doubts.

You were so grateful to me for being in your life as I showed you how it is to be loved with every ounce of someone’s existence.
You shared your secrets with me and you loved me the way you loved yourself.
You protected me and looked at me constantly as if it was our last day.

Your hugs were so tight,
felt like tattoos on my chest.
Your kisses were intoxicating
They made me dizzy with passion

Your love was my favorite kind of wine
It made me high
Oh baby! How did we turn out to be so helpless?

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Poetry

Her Story

@abandoned_road


she waits for him

as she had promised

and she waits alone.

Her ears desperately craving

for the sounds of his footsteps

from the other side

But she isn’t able to see

what’s happening on the other end

because he has already closed,

not just the doors,

but the windows as well.

Still she believes

he’ll open the doors very soon

Oh God, she is such a tragic fool.

she doesn’t know she is lost somewhere

Deserted of all her hopes & dreams

Pushed far away from all those places,

places she believed were her destinies

a master he was with all his words

spoke those lies like a player,

Eventually became her god & beyond

she invested in him every bit of her prayer

But still she waits alone there under the moon,

Because she really believes

he’ll open the doors sometime soon

Oh God, she is such a tragic fool.


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Poetry

A Dance of Her Brave World

Daniel Igenewari and Joy Ibifuro
Some night she dances
with tears in her eyes
In her brave little world.
Some days she smiles
But its only a fickle light
In the dark of heart throbs.
The heart wants what it wants
Whatever that might be
Incessantly it longs and cries
Till her being is subdued
Last night she heard a voice in the walls;
What if its not of this world?
What if the things you want don’t exist here?
She assures herself once more at the break of dawn
She tells herself, “it’s the start of a new beginning.”
But then she wakes up from her slumber of a better life
And sadly we all know;
Hope is after all only a dream,
Isn’t it?

Artwork by: IyunOla Sanyaolu

With bruised knees she lifts herself
Once again dancing to the tune of the uncaring crowd
Hiding her agony in smiles
What a world she dwells in
where a tear drop of innocence is worth less than a piece of a filthy rag
How did it come to this
She scurries up and down the earth
But it won’t take her in;
No accommodation for a forbidden seed
So precious but yet forbidden
Her heart thickens with bitterness
With panting and heavy breathing
She speaks;
So soft that it could be called whispers
There is a dome that covers all
No passage of air
There are constrictions so far down there
Oh set her free from this mad hemisphere
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Poetry

Toxic Flame

by Rukkayah Iman
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I kicked, i screamed, I fought. It didn’t matter.
I cried, I died, I grieved. It still didn’t matter
I yelled my prayers out laboring to escape
But there were no angels to my rescue,
only the devil in human shape.
Fractured in two, an exhilarating burn,
a fire you forcefully started that
still within me burns,
drought in the river; I cried a river.
Removing the breathes out my chest,
leaving me to quiver.
As loud as a new born child,
I shrieked no repeatedly
for the new born pain you implanted into me.
There was drought in the river
and then there was blood.
It just kept pouring,
there was a bloody flood.

Art work by: IyunOla Sanyaolu

And here I am again
trapped, kicking, my body seizing,
trying to run and increase
the volume of my screams,
until I wake up in a puddle of sweat,
struggling to swim away, it was just a dream,
It’ll fade away, but it doesn’t.
I have a mountain of tissues,
I make paper planes
I use them to try and escape the shame.
The pain, It sits with me through the rain,
it attacks my mind before I sleep,
I’ve tried counting but instead I’m
being chased by my blood stained Sheep,
I couldn’t escape it then,
I still can’t escape it now.
I grieve everyday for the old me,
the happy me, the carefree me, free spirit me.
Even my therapy sessions can’t set my soul free.
Forceful fire, I mistakenly burn my loved ones with this heat,
forceful fire, my war wounds are not visible, the kind of ones you cannot treat.
So I grieve every single day for the old me,
the one that got away, with a bulk of me.
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Art work by: @iyunOla
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Your Hurt is Dust

Tobiloba Adeola

I heard its best not to regret what once made me smile
But that’s not all about you,

our love definitely made me beam like the sun in the day

And I always looked forward to a tomorrow with you,
with the evidence of joy in my heart

And an acknowledgement that you’d remind me of how amazing I am

Multiplied by the goosebumps you leave my body to cleave upon;
thinking about it now inspires me, which makes me feel worthy of better

Although, you are gone and that hurt sometimes,
maybe because my memory kept more records of our moments together

Especially the times we laughed at jokes and shared nice kisses as i just would never make myself believe I wasn’t enough, I’ve always felt like a super blessing to the world

Of Which was one of the huge factors that made our souls create such euphoric fire

Now it’s all being reduced to ashes and that’s alright

Goodbye to you till we meet again

But never for once think I’ll be broken forever, my tears have rolled down and dried up

My heart is healing because it’s got a lot of loving to give out

I’m a queen and I create a great path of strength for my followers

I won’t be one to prepare a seat for my past to mock me,
my future has got a big treasure kept and I’m headed to the top to own __

 

 

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Love Struck

H.

Her lips were as red as the roses decorated on her white garment.

Struck by her beauty and scent I followed as she ran towards the sunset above the sea.

Each step I took was a moment closer to a young Garden, where Love and Peace gets its deserved credit.

Each smile and gaze at me was a detox freeing me from the wicked old witch’s spell.

Light or darkness I could still see and feel her face and touch, thus I knew in her garden my seeds shall flourish.

How ever, I was neutral until your ever burning sensation sunk into my senses thereby, creating an energy I want, which was as pure and powerful as light.

My Love, i have been captured by your firm hold over my body and mind, leaving me seeking nothing less than freedom from the moonlight up until the sunrise.