Best Kingsley Poems

The Naughty Pen

She loves my naughty pen
Little wonder why her bunk shook 
The last night I visited
Between the boards of her heart my verses are...

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Void of you 
My life is like a wind
Drifting to nowhere
Tossed and turned
By the ragging nature

Your kisses hunted me down
Capsizing and ceaselessly 
Plowing my innermost
Drilling...

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It was not so
It was not so
Before the invasion of the vultures
In those days
When being black makes us thick
When our communion whispers across oceans
When our...

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Tears from The East

Head chatterd with state law
No fair hearing because the law is 
deaf
Executioner groaning with sword
The hot sun ready to sip
Her blood oozes...

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The year that is about to make its last appearance 
before it dies and is buried to be only given a place 
in the history...

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MY NAME IS KAIZEN

Bullet oiled with knowledge
Hearts smitten with purpose
As a thin of air, we marched into the street of kaizen
The harvest is cream and...

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I saw him resting his laurels among dust
With dry gin conquering his stenches
A company of skulls screaming
Eerie sounds move through the trees
A hooded noise screaming...

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April 23rd,
The seductive smoky weed descending from Kabiru swept through my nostril
Cracky creepy shanties sneaking 
Pulsating stench sneering from gutters
Churning and choky smoke oozing from...

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Just this morning, my pen pile

And drifted into slumber

I saw shadows and shame

And,

Babies in the pool of tears

As,

Anarchy crawled in the wombs of his gun

Blood...

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How much hate can a terrorist create?
Truck loads for those who decided my mate Deans fate
The date 12th of the 10th 2002
Two ammonium nitrate bombs...

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The Lost Diary

All this while
Had remained still in the rain
Scratching and scouting for my diary
Seeping but stucked in my senses
The lost diary
I left it in...

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-dedicated to and inspired by Awoh Kingsley-


To define a friendship
Is to define each element held in a grand sea
The moments shared between the water and...

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The Unknown

Enforcing my authenticity because 
I am a child of the Most High...
I am a citizen of Zion, concealed with zest 
With my quiver full...

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The Sunset

Leaning on her eyes
I saw a purple like-orange sphere
Descending from her pupils
Crisy colour with an unbeatable 
beauty
Swirling the innocent blue sea
Piercing all pieces
With her...

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A WALK IN THE DARK

The cold wind stung my ego
As my feet darted down the corridor of nowhere
The bitter push whipped through my skin
I slithered...

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