Best Indigence Poems

Many
see poverty 
as curse or calamity,
and rather embrace indigence
than change!...

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A SEASON OF INDIGENCE

This drought and curse
Of hand to mouth;
An unrepentant encroachment of pauperism
Impregnating our back country
Discern,
Our bigwigs in back country
Stand aloof
While,
Season after season
Millions of...

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a mass of wires criss-crossed the sky
and hung across the road
as car horns - stuck on 'play repeat'
blared out where tourists strode.

there were happy, smiling...

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First, settle your differences 
    with those whom you love
  Pay any debts you owe
    down here or...

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I’m backed into the deepest darkest black corner of my mind
I see no way out all exits are mined
I feel ashamed to feel as black...

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IMAGINE  NIGERIA.
Imagine  Nigeria,
Becoming  a  sweet  fruit
Like  my  orange  juice,
Imagine  Nigeria
With  patriotic  youths
Who  speck...

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We lean in, like a sculptured work in progress,
enigmatic scent to kiss,
when suddenly,
the three inch wide orange rubber bands around our wrists,
pulled behind our backs,
spring...

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We are caught up in this digital distance
Tangled in strings of binary code
Texting in sequence but in silence
Transmitting thoughts on keystroke roads.

We are caught up...

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…to the dogs

He stared at the damp chilly night 
and marveled in frustration
seeing nothing at all -
except the black night

So many years ruined dancing to...

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He was raised by different indigenes,
After being embedded in specialized tissue,
Those moments were tough,
And in fact, it wasn`t easy for the mum,
Did you recall that...

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In the gray plantations, gaiety abound
Food and drink were superfluous a need
The little family did share every bit gathered
Perry and Merry slept not, till the...

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Indigence and torch light might be beguiling to a visitor
When he aches for his anguish to deter
Chase tension and scrutiny avert
Yet enduringly rubbing shoulders with...

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The missus unflagging crocheting efforts as Betsy Ross incarnate

With needle in hand incorporating love
in every single crochet stitch
that's my wife
tad more'n a quarter century ago
then...

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My Cat


Intense elation fills my every fiber
as I sense delight arising from within her
while she gently discerns and replaces my pain
that instantly flees in her...

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My Kind of Town

You said I’d find my freedom
There, where the cliff crags slip
into the dead thud of ocean:
Not yet kindred
Not yet able to place
Or...

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