poem: THE ENDOWED

Ahoy! Men unable to resist
An unusual apparition
Striving to stray
Where Angels fear

Behold the endowed
With alluring hips, luscious lips
Ah! Such succulent breasts
With enchanted crests

Is she mortal?
Or a goddess
Adorned with heart, blood
Fears and tears?

Whilst men draw closer
Fear pushes her further
Disrupting the chase
Prolonging the hunt

Alas! As plot thickens
Time ticks
Not for one
But for all

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Familiarity

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poem: BATTLES OF THE HEART

Again, my heart is bruised
By the persistence of
A sharp mind
Prying through the depth
Of my mind
Unravelling decade old
Scars of sour love
Buried, deep in my
Iron cast mind
And sealed with lead

Now fate bid me
Tear down the
Berlin wall of my heart
That it may heal
And love may once again
Flow and flourish

Fate urges me
To keep step with faith
That all’s well,
Will end well

I ponder the offer
Should I again shirk?
Taking control of
My romantic destiny
Or accept the prodding of fate
Allowing my heart
Overrule my head?

I ponder...

poem: MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR

Fathom a nightingale, with
Colorful plumage, and
Beautiful melody,
Hopping up, down,
In a cage
Adorned with,
Roses, violets, and all

Envision the nightingale with
Banquet of soft grains
Rare fruits and nectar

Picture the cage
Encircled by
Legible suitors
And lustful birds

Lo the nightingale poking fun,
Rendering smiles,
Yet yielding not
But dashing hopes,
Breaking hearts

Behold Cynthia,
The girl next door
A solitary nightingale
A sweet Cinderella

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The Endowed

Beautiful Guilt

Familiarity

A woman Scorned

poem: HEARTLESS III

Again, I wobble in the
In the potent current
Of sentiment
My heartless self
As ceaseless,
Unconditional love
Bombard me,
With sweetest of words
Highest of hopes
And sweetest of desire

How do I respond?
My heartless self
When conjugal aspirations
Of a love struck one
Trails me
Like a shadow of a sort

How do I give back
Even half the
Affection I receive
While submerged in
In mucky pool of
Prejudices and biases

How can I challenge
My ambition and vanity
To embraces love
So pure, so sweet
Unconditionally

poem: MALARIA

My head aches,
My blood boils
Chills and heat plague my body
I longed for food, and a drink
Alas, my belly is on strike
I tried to talk but lacked the will
Up, down, wanders my mind

Few days before,
I walked with my palms, and
Clapped with my feet
Now I lay still, and sad
Plasmodium x
Fills my blood
Act, and quick
I urge the quine

Two days later, I’m up but slow
Down the road, and up I trudge
To check an aunt, near and loved
Pains, and agony filled her eyes
Taata, her the baby, her joy,
Is gone
Lost to the scourge.

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Fleeting Breath (Aka Dying Diane)

Beyond Death

I pass my neighbour

Fatal Fall