Long Brocades Poems

Sometimes, when 
your sparkling spirit 
waltzes with me 
to the perfumed 
periwinkle grooves 
of saffron breezes, 
I'm lost in a forever gaze, 
within those 
flickering ferns
of a nascent nightmare, 
where I ain't any 
velvet-purple orchid,...

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These villains in the land of Prejudice
Sitted in terraces, funding dareDevils...
Painting innocent  faces with faeces from Boko bum...Issh!!!
 
Insult, added with salt upon injury
And we lavish in abject penury
Still, we are GIANTS of Africa,...

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Hall Of Blank Portraits 

To my father, 
I paint you as the sea, 
Ebbing and flowing 
In my memory.
Drifting in the doldrums 
Immortal and serene, 
Sleeping forever 
In blues and green,
I sit on the shore...

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(Continued from part two)

O! enslaver beware, you are sprouting horns.
Kher, poor thing, you should try to be fair,
Nimble mares, could tongue-tie you there.
The bulls are rearing in their thrills, at bay.
		
K.S. the lion chaste-tied in...

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IRONY

My joy that I wasn't born a Nigerian
Is that my parents are Yorubas
I would have been limited to Naira

Mo dúpé pé mo lókó nílé (All thanks, I have a hoe)
Mo láyò pé omo alápatà sá...

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[Continued from Part Three]



Thereupon the elder gave them all a single cart.
It was tall and broad with gems adorning every part
and had bells on all four corners plus a balustrade
surrounding, with a hanging awning offering...

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The king was incandescent,
In the brocades and creped damasks,
His knights and his attendants 
All surrounded his gilt throne.

A multitude was gathered,
For the seasonal oration,
Warming sons and fathers
By his sure and sovereign tone.

The king was still...

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There was a homeless lady,
one afternoon, outside the hospital.
Was she homeless? I don’t know.
She had a ladened shopping cart,
which, on TV, is kind of a signature.
We were inside, waiting for an Uber.

She was outside, in...

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The pine tree stands straight in the clouds,
For it is ashamed of any curves and bends.
Various wild vines do not concede defeat,
They cling and climb to the top to compete.
Autumn flowers are in bright purple...

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frantic talent
among willow  shadows
capsized boats
in trawls meshes
the spiders spinning brocades

lights at the window
someone waiting for us
an ardent desire floating in the air
set free
the moon soal wandering

a cock
sifting the stars with kikeriki
in the lake full...

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THE   ISLANDS   OF   IMAGINATION

Our  trek was in the mind, no ifs or buts : 
Our trek was amongst the yards of trading estate factories.
First factory had piles of...

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The weightless float of morn throttles
 like a softly-bathed woman: white, tangy and bubbling
 with a sprig of mint and dew;
 petals’ chests opening a gate of chastity, undressed.


A path of upturned twigs rips free...

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Affluent and formal
pink lilies deck the tables;
we await the 
sweet, affected 
laughter of our  friends.
Bedecked in bouffant hair-do's
perfumes, ermines, jewels
brocades and buckled shoes,
we dazzle, yes! We dazzle
with our mirrors, and our decals,
our precious art,...

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The Babe
A babe with golden eyes,
              dirty knotted hair,
             ...

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Brocades of shimmering silk,
In ornate trays of sparklers,
In manner that was timorous,
she shone like a twinkler,
as she meandered through the gather,
as if minding even the feather,
she almost transformed the weather,
that was the power of heather,
As...

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Blue Stone

Sagittarius piano fingers waltzing splendidly upon my laptop.
I can hear your nervous ticking heart clapping and tapping—
Collapsing there— as the meat philosophers send their brocades— 
You never told me your name— whether real or...

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What do think of Gay Pheasant, the Lord, she asked me.
Meg had apparently invited him to her afternoon tea.
He is a bit persnickety and prissy I said to my cousin.
Meg is always being sought by...

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I stare at your mythic eyes
That bear black onyx in disguise
And the long brocades you wear
That are just as mesmerizing as your hair

And your clear soft skin
Pigments perfectly mixed
Makes me always wonder how
My eyes aren’t...

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His earnest quest for survival
Has meant off-and-on revival,
Bus boarding to far-off crusades,
For weeks avoiding nice brocades…

Not anymore one who’d bubble,
Sometimes chin with a week’s stubble:
Arch enemies in connivance,
The injurious for contrivance;
Had in dreams poisoned his...

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Life never handed her brocades
no silver lining accolades
Diligence, her saving grace
dreams and faith interlaced

She would know the deepest loss
become the one to fight the cause
Sheltering the brokenhearted
the lost, lonely, and discarded

Her loving choice to enfold
seeing...

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