Poetry Contest On My Desk
Poetry Contest on my Desk ……..Peter Onyancha
Sometimes when I bleed on paper
The ink does not talk me well
And I lose the contest words
The words come; all at once
Me here! Me! No, me!
They scream for choice
They beg the ear
Listen, the streaming screams
Daunt, open me, pen me!
Listen my sound; I even rhyme some time
No, me, another word –
I live like a metaphor; I come easy
Count me in, keen, out with it
I am the word.
Now I want to nab you, snap!
To chastise the babysitter ego
I want an academy of anger
I think it, but the ink belies
I want to stitch – even that is not the word!
I want to hide and write
But look behind me
The words are chasing
Like little toons!
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