Long Aunty Poems

You know some verse and poems are Fiction this is a True story that happen to me today...
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…Well, it’s 9:28 am…
On today August 16, 2019
I was on break twixt my job, of driving school children.
Was...

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The Lay of The Best Man - Part Five


Have you heard about the bespectacled man who wore his glasses to bed?
Because when he awoke mornings his dreams were all blurry in his head.
And what about...

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Can a lioness tender care
Cease towards the child she bare
Yes she may be forgetful
Yet I shall never forget you
Words of mom on that fateful day
As she lay there in the most pitiable way
She drew me...

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The Lay of The Best Man - Part One

I’ve seen men ‘good’, and surely, I’ve seen men ‘bad’
So jealous and so envious, I’ve seen men ….sad
Twisted, fuming with anger, and consumed with rage
Callous and cruel...

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He plays throughout the house at night 
a braille touch for his lack of sight
and dreams of all the crippled things 
with broken legs and shattered wings.

The bandage on his wounded eyes 
will be there...

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i am a sweeper ,sweeps   a yard of forty acers...
starts the day sweeping te falen leaves..
dirt of other peoples bad manners pf throwing dirt...
a supervisor who is a man of its own rules..
a...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling...

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Some days I wake up 
Brush my teeth with anxiety 
And braid my hair with pain
There are days I chafe at my dark skin
As insults burn holes in my heart as I walk in
The school...

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1. Her intonations and vast vocabs are so sharp
on this impossible slope, I’ll reduce the gap
such crush from all gives a sense of stability
she knows and is glad to flaunt her facilities
so attractive, her words...

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LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD. 

COUNTLESS TIMES I'VE CLOSED MY EYES TO SEE WHAT YOU'D LOOK LIKE
I IMAGINE YOUR SMILE AND THE SHAPE OF YOUR LIPS 
EVEN WONDER IF YOU'D HAVE DIMPLE LIKE ME
I CRAVE...

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From the first time I saw you take that first breath of life.You warmed my heart and 
caused me to cry.The first time I picked you up and looked into your big light eyes.You 
stared...

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omo-gori-ola- "often only hollas" but...
its my mic not ikenna's
aunty tee momohmutana-seems to like plenty tea more than bannnas
Gertrude? NO! she aint RUDE! dont. .. slam her
Olumide- he's only mild...wasnt dissing her.
the scribe-his drive, like with...

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Timeslip
David, Mum, what time's tea ready
Mum, when I say so, why
David, can I play out 'til you shout me then
Mum, yes but don't go past the corner
David, I promise.
Mum, you better had I'll not come...

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The echoes of tens of toddlers
Today we are introduced to the magic of colors
White, black, yellow, blue, brown, red 
How many these are; how beautiful they are
A few thousand echoes and I finally have room...

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My aunty Gerty Gribble was a true blue pioneer 
as she and husband Harold ran a place called 'Bendemere'. 
Two dinkum Aussie battlers, who had given their life's blood 
to fifty years of toiling on...

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Joan Marlowe was eight years old, and loved the smiling, happy people;
As green pines love chattering redbirds, when an orange sun is gleeful.

And yet, when some found they were too busy, Joan petulantly pouted,
Like the...

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The springs wind used to cry in the vacant field.
The passers by used to shed their tears, in the mean time the leaves of the trees started to mourn themselves.
The two bulls were used to...

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A Pupil of Papua New Guinea 


I live in a village deep in the jungle 
And cross rivers on foot and by wooden boat
Westerns have come but have not taken our pride

Village men perform an...

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In youthful exuberance I become a culture bandit
Well exposed, but never really learning.
Modernity taking a toll as Papa and Ante chased the goods
For my sake they said... No mistakes... deed was good
Nanny TV with her...

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In youthful exuberance I become a culture bandit
Well exposed, but never really learning.
Modernity taking a toll as Papa and Ante chased the goods
For my sake they said... No mistakes... deed was good
Nanny TV with her...

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Being in the mind of a savage.

All I know is how to act ferociously.
Manipulating the minds of the weak, fearful, and the victims.
Beating them into submissive.
Emasculating the strongest, just to see him break.
Dismiss him of...

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Born into the family of seven
Handed over the last born baton
By the other descendants of the 
Pa Noah  “Mekolani Olajide’s” fame.
Her sojourn in life starts from 
The far down “Sora”,
Sora to “Odo Alafia” 
“Odo...

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Aunty Curly was knitting a scarf,
She opened a book and wrote it half,
A mouse was running under book rack,
A cat was after on the same track.

They never bothered someone is in the hall,
They were playing...

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When I was born, 
My hands were empty.
When I was died,
My hands were empty.

What was a difference?
When I was born.
My family relatives and friends
Congratulates to my family.

My father got proud on my Mum.
And arranged a...

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Thelma Leeson.......
is in a nursing home, dementia will take her,
 and I will recite this at her funeral.

Thelma Jane was a Leeson and she was premmie born
Size of a sauce bottle to a tent her...

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