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Lady Of My Life

Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,

Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Univetse blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight, 
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,

Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,

My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

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Star Gazing

Star Gazing

As the darkness falls across the sky,
Stars start to shimmer very brightly.
Your eyes reflect them clearly,
Hiding your grief and pain.

At the ocean shore, you gaze the stars,
Reminding you about your dreams.
Awakening about your reality,
Wishing it was just a dream.

Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015

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A Dream Of You And I

In early morning I do sing your song
I wait to hear your words return to me
In the valley of echoes we belong
There in mortal form our Love comes to be
I see myself in the waters below
There we caress in the ripples of Love
Together forever our Love shall grow
I live here below you live high above
And in our sphere the trees they ever cry
The grass ever dewed by tears from each tree
All pay reverence to your azure sky
Even the mountain the heart that is me
Come my sweet maiden take bodily form
Let me caress thee with kisses so sweet
I will now protect thee from any storm
And our Love it shall ever be complete
The valley of echoes it ever sings
With the Love that is shared ever by two
And we know the honour this Love can bring
When mountain and sky they do Love so true
An Ode that expresses the love of life
A deep Love felt by the mountain and sky
Mountain the husband azure sky the wife
This could be an ode told of you and i

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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The Ode To Olaf Olafson - For Anne-Lise

“The Ode To Olaf Olafson.”
Michael P Clarke.

(Story Poem.)

The night is cold in the North tonight
By the jetty a mighty long ship moored
The Fjord in darkness awaits ceremony
From the Lord’s hall on the hill a woman wails
Sorrow does seem to be in the air
On the sigh of the wind a hero is called
Ceremony of death shall soon begin
A Viking Lord shall sail to Valhalla

The hall door opens and light floods without
Men with torches walk down a pathway
Sure of foot these men of the North walk proud
Bjorn the bear he leads the procession torch in hand
His steely blue eyes looking straight before him
At the foot of the hill by the jetty  people gather
They look upon the line of torches approaches
Once more the wail from the hall

Bjorn drops his eyes knowing the pain
His grief he must lock deep within himself
He must be as strong as his Lord’s Lady
She must be strong for her children and the people
She wails not for her Lord this night
A sister of the Lord shall do the mourning for all
Bjorn raises his eyes once more keeping them on the dragon
The long ship that shall carry his Lord to Valhallah

Now the body of the the Lord Olaf is carried from the hall
There is silence everywhere as the body comes down the hill
Eight mighty warriors carry their Lord on a large wooden litter
Indeed it is strewn with flowers what a wonderful scent
Behind the body came the Lady Marga and the three children
Then came the four sisters of Olaf
They were followed by more warriors holding torches
The procession walked silently down the hill.....

(Fjords Dreams Series.)

To be continued.........

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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Spring Dreams

How my heart longs for spring
with its warm light breezes.
To see the wonders of young buds
slowly unfurling bringing colour.

The promise of new birth all around,
baa of new born lambs as they skip
through the green lush pastures.
Chasing after each other gleefully.

The happy songs of birds gathering
up wool and twigs to refurbish nests
Some already sitting patiently on eggs
their mate bringing fat worms and goodies.

The longer lighter nights hold promise
of the hot summer that is soon to come.
Spring flowers adorn woods, fields and hedges
and gentle splash of pastel colour fills gardens.

Until Spring gently takes over from Winter
I will dream on wrapped up in woolly fleece.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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First Love

First Love

Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???

Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??

Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?

I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.

Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????

Copyright © B S Sky | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism | |

Ode to Mi Corazon

As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.

Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Her hair,
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.

She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.

She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.

Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.

She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!

We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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Daydream Love

You are simply a work of art.
I’ve known it from the very start, 
But you won’t find me hittin’ on ya.

For I’m just an old guy 
With a twinkle in his eye;
Happy just to gaze upon ya.

My old heart quickens it pace
Each time I see your pretty face,
A face that every man should see.

Sometimes, just for a while,
Each time I see you smile,
I imagine it's just for me.

And, when I hear your voice,
For just a moment, I rejoice.
Yes, it’s music to these old ears.

But more than a work of art,
You’re warm and funny and smart.
Simply a beautiful person, my dear.

Though with you I’m quite smitten,
My words are respectfully written;
And every word is  true.

But, if I weren’t so old,
If I were better looking and a little bold,
I would simply say, “I love you.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013

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Love's dance

Sweep[ me off my feet
Walk me to the dance floor
Slide your hands on my arms
Shake me to my very core
Twirl me out bring me in
Hold me from the back
As we sway and we groove
Passion neither of us lack
Dip me so smoothly
As you kiss my neck
Pull me back up
My heart i must check
I crave you so much
Even from our very first glance
Fall into forever with me
As we indulge in love's dance

Copyright © April Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

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If only dreams had wings,
I would be where I had wanted to be.
If only shadows don't stray so far off;
My destiny assured would bring me peace of minds

If only dreams had wings,
I'd have met my man from Tokyo by now 
If the roses still blooms, tended less;
Less worries that I will for so long plough

If only dreams had wings,
Low grounds will my feet fear
If money had meant no value at all;
Off every luxury should  my feet wear
If only dreams had wings,
There will be those bright lights;
Very eager to blind me into void's air-tights
If dreams had wings,
I would definitely be flying by now
And right now

Copyright © Dorcas Onuh | Year Posted 2014

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Dream Walking

In the small town of Campbell Missouri,
A young girl with lovely brown locks
Sits, having been told she might never walk again
As all aknowledge this belief in town,
A fear swept around, 
And many children were kept down

But in the spirit of this child,
Desire to walk snuck over her fears
Perhaps she wished to surprise-
Perhaps she could not stand
The judgmental eyes-but all the same, 
She picked herself up, smiled,
And sauntered around the room

Happiness pervaded the house
As the family friend, delighted,
Sang merrily the song,
“Have You Ever Seen a Dream Walking?”

Today, at California Mission Inn,
The same girl, now a woman
Walks her glorious walk
With confidence and grace
She is 91 years old and strong
As song,
Her eyes lighting up as she recalls
She hums the dreamy tune
As I jot down miracles 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

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“The Pope sat down for
a bite to eat,
He really was hungry – 
so he wanted a treat!
He fancied fish and 
chips – or a KFC – 
All washed down with
a glass of Pepsi!

He was feeling quite 
tired - and he fancied 
a kip, 
So into his bedroom
he did so skip!
Lying down on his
bed - he slowly did,
And he started to
open his biscuit tin

He was so overtired – 
so he picked up his
‘He glanced in disbelief,
at all the gossip and 
the caper.’
He mumbled; ‘this 
won’t make me fall
I’ll call for my aid – her
name is Bo Peep!

“Come, lay down, you
worthless old sow,
How did I pick you?
I’ve gone wrong 
Bo Peep said; ‘shut
up, or I’ll send for Allah,
But he fancies Good 
God – it’s in the Daily 

The Pope kissed Bo
Peep, on her pale white 
Now he does feel - right 
up the creek!
“Come to me, you sexy
Or do you still want – 
your midnight feast?”

The Pope thanked Bo
Peep – but he wanted
to sleep – 
So he curled up and
dreamed of Meryl 
The Pope would wake 
up from his sleepy 
He said to Bo Peep; 
‘I’ve been to the 

“Yes, I know – you’ve
been on TV – 
This will be impressive -  
on your new CV!”
The pope had woken
from his sleep, he 
I remember the 
Philippines – and a 
small child.”

“The small child was
you, in the country of
dreams – 
And your destiny now – 
is the Philippines.”
Now, drink your coffee – 
we do need to go – 
The people of the 
Philippines – would like
to say; ‘hello?’”

“What a dream it was – 
it was so real – 
I feel so happy – and so
To love one’s dream - is 
a love supreme,
God Bless the Philippines,
my sleepy good dream.”


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

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Recently, I had a very surreal dream when I went to heaven for a day. I was met at the very large pearly gates by St Peter - he was so very charming. He asked me some security questions and allowed me in. I was told to follow a very lovely pink path to some more large crystal gates - and then press a door intercom door entry system. I was by now getting so very excited.

I approached the beautiful crystal door and pressed the buzzer - and I was allowd in. As I entered the room I could see a man with a long white beard and dressed all in virginal white. He stretched out his hand which I gently took hold of - and he just smiled at me. He then took me for a tour of Club Paradise were all the famous people who had died and had gone to heaven were all sat chatting and drinking. Some were even smoking - I turned to Good God and said: 'smoking is banned in public buildings like clubs and bars in the UK - and all the people who do smoke they are all treated like they have got leprosy.' God said; 'my, son, Darryl, nothing is banned here in heaven.' 

We then proceeded to another room were I saw some very beautiful angels all laughing - then God said; 'look over there and you'll see the IRA's IRA!!!! And also God had also summoned the Queen of England up to heaven for a chat. They were all discussing the recent activity in Ireland - the people voting to legalise same-sex marriage? They weren't impressed in heaven. 

They asked me if I would sit in on their meeting as a witness? Too which I agreed. They were discussing how best to punish the Irish people for breaking a commandment made by the boss - Good God. It was then they all decided to inflict a deadly and natural disaster on the whole of Ireland by sinking the whole country into the sea as punishment. Good God asked me for my opinion - and I said; 'I didn't agree with the recent Irish vote - and if you want to inflict such a natural disaster - then so be it. 

I then had to sign a secrecy document before - I was allowed to leave heaven. God then thanked me for my visit - and he arranged a beautiful silver cloud to take me home again. I was going to be rather cheeky and ask him for "six winning numbers" on the lotto?! But, I didn't want to push it!! Good God then winked at me - and said to me; 'I'll see you sometime!' How right he is! It was then I woke up - and for the first time ever - I actually didn't want to wake up from my rather surreal dream. But before I did come back down to 'ground level' - I did get the autographs of Elvis Presley, Bill Hayley, and a few more superstars who I'd seen and met in the Club Paradise Bars in Heaven. And they were all happily and 'freely' smoking away!! What an end to a fantastic and very surreal dream. Now let's all just wait and see what happens to the Irish and to Ireland!! Could there be a very "heavenly" occurrence about to happen!!


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

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Gaze of the universe

And the bronze head,
rose from the flames,
molten dew drops glistening,
those soulless eyes peering,
peering far, 
far into the void,
the cosmos twirling,
the blinking of stars, 
as celestial bodies 
were birthed and consumed,
star dust spread, 
to every corner of this universe
and the bronze head,
just gazed motionless, 
into the abyss,
seeing far into the past,
great pyramids built by Pharaohs,
monuments built to god's and men

and further, further,
the distant sons and daughters,
of amoeba pulling themselves, 
out of the ocean, 
onto land, 
great roots stretching deep, 
into the cold soil, 
laying down the foundations,
for a great migration of matter in motion,

and the gaze saw further still,
saw the birth of the universe,
a great unfurling, 
the forming of galaxies in clusters, 
those who found partners to dance with
and those who waltzed alone,

and far into the future the gaze did penetrate,
to when Andromeda and the milky way, 
would embrace passionately with a fervour,
that would set fire to all life and balance,
an amour fou that would cause suns, 
to be blown out like candles,

the bronze head of the architect,
saw all this 
and felt neither remorse nor joy,
just apathy at the unwinding of clockwork coils,
the universe was a dark unfeeling place,
but in our little oasis of the desert,
despite knowing Andromeda's sand storm 
presses towards us,
despite this we look to the stars,
and feel, 
and hope,
moved by the beauty and horror of the world,
little clockwork clusters of matter,
who's eyes like those of a newborn infant,
aren't ready to see far yet,
but who's hazy gaze is one of wonder
and awe.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

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A Shattered Dream

The cool wind blowing lightly on her

Curtain carressing her softly

As she lies on her cozy bed

Thinking and dreaming away

Slowly till she lazily closes her eyes

Not long does she visualize beautiful images...

Oh, she's on a vast grassland

With her pretty boy besides her

While she's in his sweet embrace

Both of them looking up at the sky

Breathing in the fresh air

Feeling the cool breeze

Listening to the chirping of birds

The running of water in the nearby stream

And the rustling of trees

She tells him

"Someday, I'm going to give you a baby girl!"

He just looks at her with a smile

And she smiles in return with a wide grin

She's never been so happy in her life

Soon after, she falls asleep

Letting out little snores softly

He too does the same

Aww...such a bliss...


Dark clouds fill the sky

They're awoken by a loud sound

Thunders clap and lightning strike

Strong wind is howling eerily

Everywhere is so dark and scary

There's no one in sight

Large raindrops beat hard on them

Everything is blowing away

She has an uneasy feeling

Sensing the danger

She grabs him tightly

For fear of losing him

But he slips away from her arms

Try as she may to grab hold of his hands

To no avail, he's been taken away by the wind

All she can see is his sadness

She shouts and screams for him

But he's no longer in sight

Tears still streaming down her face

Trying to hold on to a tree

Afraid that he can't find her

When she's not there

For what seems like hours

Everything is finally back to normal

Calm and peaceful once again

She can see the daylight

Birds come flocking around

Stream continue its usual path

But he's no longer there with her

Not anymore, try hard as she believes

Still feels his presence lingering beside her

Shuddering from the cold

Still she refuses to move away

From the same patch of grassland

Where sweet memories lie

Hoping and yearning for a miracle

That he'll be back one day

And stays by her side

Never to leave ever again

Days and nights pass

Tears run dry from her now swollen eyes

Alone and scared as she may

Realization dawns upon her

To her dismay...

Her dream has been shattered

She opens her eyes back to reality

Thinking for a moment

Amaze by her vivid imagination

Tears attempting to well up

Touched by the sad story

There's only one thing

That's going through her mind right then

"I want no shattered dream..."

Copyright © Eunice Lee | Year Posted 2012

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Desires Still Far from Hands

Every being must be captivated by something what else draws so much passion if not football? Watch me scream and dance as I give my all. Colours show emotions and personality purity and stain best observed when white consisting of others combined in a flight. The future is clear of what is to become of me greatness and power as ordained by Nature’s oracle would be fully expressed to give life a miracle. I preach absolution, I reject mediocrity it is best when foot prints are carved in excellence leaving for the upcoming a remarkable visual lens. I’m a strong believer of ruthless pragmatism though balanced by virtues so feminine so that with any, I can wine and dine. So much to be done, especially in my origin a quick scan and tears are shed for Nigeria so broke and needy for such a fertile area. Crude ideas in me burn and try to be refined, working with all I’ve got to reach the stars but time ticks slowly, not wanting to pass. My hands are trembling, my head is desperate mind in copyright to such diversity from Da Vinci still not there yet makes it completely itchy.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Blow you westward wind, blow betide,
Blow upon the western sphere, blow a gale
Rout the shacks on the range, the ‘scrapper  a tremor;
Let wail the pine boulevard and the Indian stream screams,
Blow, the palm to bow, and matters to float on air;
And blow, by thy whim to sway the lives of men.

Whence, thou coming from and where, shall thou end
‘Less we come to thy base and offer sacrifices
To restrain thee and make thee honour our will.
Why be not visible, that thou be invincible?
Except thy howling echoed by plants and apparatus,
Like from a funnel, the emptiness of a hollow nothing.

Whirl then and Blow through the hemisphere,
Where the dreams of men pitch a watery globe;
Blow, blow down the poles, the outer space
Till they evaporates on the thin windy air
That man may lose control of them
And be swayed by life to where thou would blow.

Copyright © ITSOGHOLE O SOLOMON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode | |


Lying on this empty but filled bed,
Clinging to a pillow bathed in your perfume, 
Eyes blood shot with love and desire 
As i pen down this little but large piece of emotions to no one else but you.

Beyond measures I wish
That for us the world could stand still for a moment
For I want them all to hear of this new fire I found burning without flames
This very fire I saw you lit but never saw the source
This very Fire that drives me each day
The same fire that only I may know, has a flame

As I sit to unveil the source of this flame 
While trying desperately to hold on to every bit of its flame 
There you stood so far but near 
And then our breathe touch 
The fire intensified
Everything stood still
And then I touched it
Oh the Flame!
Yes there indeed lies the flame!

Copyright © CHIOMA ONYEKABA | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode | |

Demons in the code

Petals rained down,
softly littering 
the warm dewy ground,
a thousand dead headed roses,
harvested from the
scythes remorseless swing,
I see a future, 
where human tribalism can be conquered
and it is up to human ingenuity
and science to realise this dream,
so roses can be allowed to grow,
intertwined in each-others arms,
stretching high into the air,
blooming majestically,

but we must be allowed to trust each-other,
for that trust to be made worthy of,
and for that changes have to be made,
because division is in the blood,
the green beard effect a evolutionary imperative,
passed down from our amoeba ancestors, 
over a billion years ago,

and so painful is it, 
to have reached a point, 
where we have outgrown are own biology,
like a hermit crab must outgrow it's shell,

but how do we move forward from this,
drugs, stem cell research, what's the answer,
we could be as one tribe,
a family of billions, 
if it wasn't for one lousy piece of code 
written into our program,
sexism, racism, class and xenophobia, 
could all be a thing of the past,
we could live as equals and none would go hungry,
if it wasn't for these demons, 
lurking within our genes,
but still we must look forward. 

Petals rained down,
softly littering 
the warm dewy ground,
a thousand dead headed roses,
harvested from the
scythes remorseless swing,
I see a future, 
where human tribalism can be conquered
and it is up to human ingenuity
and science to realise this dream,
so roses can be allowed to grow,
intertwined in each-others arms,
stretching high into the air,
blooming majestically.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

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An Ode to

An ode to.......
Drifting through my mind like an elemental
You seem a waking dream of color and light
The moments are spontaneous and incidental
Only remnants illuminated particles of plight
Devastation it lingers the pain is instrumental
Spasms scarring and blurring my vision white
Mingled with words the effects detrimental
The breath of reason with wings take flight
Leaving my dreamlike thoughts fragmental
The days bleed and fuse to the dark of night
The voices lost in anger always judgmental
Lingering in confusion and madness in delight
Jealousy burns the soul but only incremental
Eternal seems the burden internal is the fight
The scope of my part denial is monumental
Truth to me is a dream no longer in my sight
The intent not intended the result accidental
Sadness weighed heavy with a warriors might
My young heart was scared and temperamental
In my leaving in my heart I know I wasn’t right
Years stream by our love glows in the sentimental
Its resonance beckons memories of you held tight
Heartfelt lush dreams of our love transcendental
Longing from afar as my words fade like candlelight

Copyright © Drakavai the Wordsmith | Year Posted 2013

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one more lonely dream

the thoughts that rest here deep 
I’m laying low and waiting 
as those bullets whiz past me 
it’s those little things that wound 
those moments I can’t see 
can we reach the pinnacle 
or all that we can be? 

imagination covers 
too heavy in this heat 
you try to pull the blanket off 
I sit in the hot seat 
the gash that will not stop 
my mind continues to seep 
nothing stops the heartache 
of a heart that will still bleed 

we lay down here together 
as usual I don’t sleep 
your hand rests on my body 
there’s no comfort there for me 
it flows out with the current 
a bottle floating at sea 
coming back to haunt  this room 
just one more lonely dream

Copyright © J B | Year Posted 2011

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Christmas Dream

I hear the jolly ho, ho
The ringing ting-a-ling
The tiny reindeer hooves
I know what's happening

The cookies and the milk are out
The dog is tucked away
Let's hit the sheets a running
And dream of Christmas Day

Of trains and dolls of every sort
Of candy, games and fun
Of books and toys but most of all
Of peace for every one

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

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Promethean Fire

the room melts 
ribbons of 
hazy love and 

this shit 
is crazy,
the smiles 
and laughter,
here happy 
forever after,
but life
sped up,
to the beat
of our choosing, 

lightning shoots 
across the sky,
from the safety of the kitchen,
and dutiful light 
of virtuous bounty, 
lit up my mind,  
like a jolt 
of shock therapy,
casting a happy glow
through my body,
radiating good vibes,
everyone's a winner,
and the grime of the world
leaving only 
beauty unbound,
flooded in,
but not of violent 
apes before,
but more,
of adrenaline 
and an overwhelming
urge to create
and hug and dance
and shout from rooftops,
the ecstatic joy I feel
to be part of this, 
magnificent carnival
of ideas and poetry,

where science moves us forward 
in leaps 
and bounds 
and there is no doubt, 
human ingenuity 
and introspection 
will propel us 
into a golden age, 
that will last
as long as the universe,
for now is our time, 
to take up our mantle
as the keepers of the flame,
gifted by that kind hearted
titan Prometheus, 
who chose us above all others, 
as his favourites
and it is not in our nature
to betray such a gift
with passionless apathy,

so we climb to heights ever higher,
never looking down,
never getting dizzy,
screaming excitedly, 
promises to the sun, 
that we will reach
and surpass that
ominous landmark,
surpass Icarus,
eat our dust,
surpass Olympus and the gods, 
for we have more light inside us
than any drunken deity,
we are mortal, 
our time is short 
and this is our strength,
not to shy away from ambition,
but to embrace it,
to build
and soar
and rocket, 

we are the human race
and this is our time.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

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77 words for Gift

When the world will set off yet again
  To live life on the same planet
  In the equivalent field of magnet
Running the same race all over again

To part where I'd say"give me your bag". 
         Bonding of brotherhood
         The nous of livelihood
Like birds in the sky _ like confidence in our bag

let the weather weather us _ apparently
         Standing tall for both
         Watching out for both
Where the moon is silent _ apparently

Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode | |


our children dacing
dacing at the sight of lighted bulbs
like when the eclipse occured
but their hope dashed

but his wealth  is intact
for his greatest grand children
children that are more equal
more equal than the others

our mouths now salivates
on seeing mere nuts
like dogs for bones
bones of our lost sons

sons last seen on april
april of the pools
pools of ballots
ballots of inec

our stomach now speak
speak like the dogs
dogs that came beyond the sea
but they have learnt
learnt to look
look since their demands were not meet

our youths now play in moonlight
play games in the sand
games out of fustration
fustration  due to lack of job

our graduates now employed
employed in barrow pushing company plc
with first class honours
obtained from war front

our universities now battle fields
our wards soliders
only to come home
with paper to prove it

all their hopes in it
in the designed paper
paper that cannot feed
even the fetus in the woman

they made him believe them
them that are beyond the sea
that his wealths are safe
though they beautify their land with it

he knew not that the value of  
his wealth has been used
used to tare their roads
used to build schools
used to build hospitals
used to make things better
used to empower their people
used to make them what they claim
those beyond the sea

though his wealth are safe
it have generated hundred times
to say the least, its worth
he claims to be rich,

the cock that crew
the dogs that bark
the cricket that creaks
the youths that riots
the children that cries

all are saying in Unison
wake up and behave
like a black though are
for our blood flows in you

let them know that we have an origin
our origin so strong
our strenght so wisely use
our wisdom cannot be decieved

wake up and take from them
the wealth they took from us
wake up and suprise them
and make our homes the dream land

the dream land of our fathers
those that fought till sleep came
and those that still wait for sleep to emerge

wake up and let them know
that our wealth we can manage
to make our homes eden
the eden our fathers lived in

For our tribes are stong
as strong as the lion
the lion accros the equator
our home the heart of Africa

Copyright © Magnus Nwagu Amudi Esq | Year Posted 2007

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Ode To A DrunK

Christmas is what it should be!
Not for a drunk and all for glee...
The time he spends on dreaming things...
           He has no wings!

A drink, a smoke, and so it goes...
A life unending, as he all away...
And then he dreams that, someday,
           he'll be different!

Is someone out there... he can hold?
Unto oneself, but there's no mold...
A life he lives to suffer still...
and so he lives to dream until...
              It's over!

He dreams about another past...
escapes the drama, he makes it last...
just for another day...if only he could play...
            another part!

A part that no-one understands...
for just to fit, so he can band...
together still, without a care...
      There's no-one there!

No-one there except a drunk...
that's just like him,
so he can bunk...
until he's had his fill...

Such delusion, he believes...
that he can balance to receive...
A pardon from the Master's hand...
a never ending journey and...
             a life!

A life he should be living still...
but for a dream that he would kill...
just to belong within the race...
He has no place...
          He doesn't fit!

For just a drink to end the pain...
Let's have one more, so he will gain...
A reprieve from about his past...
That it may last...just for another

Copyright © Robert OBrien | Year Posted 2013

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I will have beautiful children 
Who will take after me when am gone.
Their names shall be called grace and
Love shall abide with them forever and ever.
They shall bring salt and pepper to me
Run errand to me beside the silent doors.
Upon their hearts shaLl my names be written
Then shall I cover them like motherhen.

Even if money don't really come
They shall be my gold and silver.
My children shall be my pillar,
I shall have them on my bossom,
Kiss away their tears and pains;
Look after them in days of trouble.
They would be pride of jacob in joy.

Right in my heart shall I lay
The right mat for my children to lay.
None shall be barren, vangaborn nor wayward
Rather their tastement shall be of righteousness.
We shall work in the strret with joy.
Those on my arms and some on my back
While some walk beside me as a guide.
My joy and happiness shall we dwell in.

I will cook enough to feed them
Bath them under my nose and care.
In night shall I sit them down
To teach and educate them what 
My life, their lives and our lives mean to me.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

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An Ode to dreams

In one time of our lives,
We have dreamed dreams,
searched out life by the seams.
To  dream of breaking out of society cage,
putting past us senseless rage.
Taking hold of self-realization,Dreams hold tribulation.
Dreams show us deep within our minds,
What we truly desire,
Lights a burned out fire,
In hopes, that dreams may find someone new to inspire.
Desiring someone daring.A mind every so caring.
A heart so fair,
And shoulders to bear.
Dreams are kept in the back of my mind,
Longing to be revealed in time.

Copyright © Ettie Christian | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode | |

the hour is getting late

I feel tired,
slipping into the arms of Morpheus,
I fall
and break my neck,
tumbling down
a drain pipe as long as anything,

Alice said the hour was getting late,
I concur, 
but my mouth won't make a sound,
so frustrated, I slam my hand on the table
and start waving my arms about,
trying to express what,
I don't know, it's long gone
and more to the point,
long irrelevant,
for Alice was right,
the hour was getting late,

and as I stumble
into the cab,
clinging for dear life,
to the last shred of conciousness,
I turn to the driver and pull a smile,

giving no specific direction,
but indicating with my hand "that way"
and handing over a crumpled five pound note,

next thing I know, 
I'm outside my flat,
stumbling and trying my hardest, 
to keep the contents of my stomach, 
from spilling on the curb,

passers by stare bemused, 
at the comic sight of someone so far gone
and I am struggling just to stay upright,
finally I hit the door
and once in, crawl up the vast mountain of stairs,
until I finally reach the refuge of my room,
where at once I fall,

I fall into the arms of Morpheus
and slipping I break my neck,
tumbling down 
a drain pipe as long as anything,
and Alice turns to me and says,
the hour is getting late.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015