Long Junks Poems

Mother told a story yesterday 
of how poets die in black penury 
she said I won't be a pretty poet
as my dreams dance on my ink
"Poets are mirror of deceit and pain
craving beyond the debris...

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Water rains the philosophies of mums each morning plying jeer can with tough 
faces because the taps have been experiencing months of loneliness in it 
gush. 

The waking of sleepless mums gluing their hope to...

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A life that you own yourself not
Of brutality and torture 
Of head and heart work
Of hunger and thunder
A life bitter than bitterness.
#HABAR

OFFSPRING of love divine, Humanity!
To who, his eldest born, th'Eternal gave
Dominion o'er the heart;...

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am the one that you corruptly and acidly destroyed I once a country of success and national prosperity hub educational champion, but you politicians ruined me. I was meant to benefit everyone living in me,...

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Junks acting superior
When dem and em niggas 
Be doing their things; we  
don't envy, jealous, attack 
Don't take without 
You were not  given
Was our awareness 
Not taking forcefully our education. 


But when it's...

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I'm not a traditional poet
 As you may think Wole Soyinka
Who writes in form and pattern
I'm only a man of romantics
Who love to paint words and polish lines
Until they become flower verses

They are not cast...

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What a joyous encounter this year has been!
We are almost bidding it goodbye
But If I say it was only the smoothest it's a lie
We've lost some along the way,
You have suffered along the way,
You have...

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From old and new squabbles sprouts!
After some side boundary rules flouts:
Its own list of blood-freezing deaths submitting;
A number that would send the humane vomiting.

From time to time sharpening local knives,
Not excluded the spears one into...

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I can’t even call it a room
Old mattress, no bed lamp, and fluffy pillows
Just a cabinet full of didactic books on the top shell
Some enjoyable comic books and dull novels on the middle
And DVD collections...

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I walked fearlessly into the room
But no one seemed to notice 
At my legs my hands clenched in a tiny fist
I sat at the table and said a prayer

As I dug into my half cooked...

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When I first saw her, she is someone who’s worst.

We’re same in brains and talent like a likely curse.

I can’t be so wrong with what I feel,

Competition is obvious like we all want to kill.

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Tis of a truth about Africa,
An idea seducing my ear at the eventide:

He's a dwarf
Bearing a gigantic burden,
Dazed by weariness,
Betrothed to heaviness.

Diverse folks standing beyond the margin,
Admonishing him:
'Move,Move,harder,harder',
You can get here,if not faster',
Come,ho!,slower,slower,
Strangle the motion,trials're...

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(dedicated to mother India)

The garbage collection van hasn't arrive.
Two hefty black plastic bags, last night's flea blown rubbish,
Waiting to be discarded, I wait.
It's almost ten, the garbage collectors arn't coming, I presume.
Town-garbage-bin is half a...

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"Misconception has loan the world into probation"

1)My mother is the same,
So is my father the same:
Tall,shapy and all of that,
Graced with natural arts.
The lazy chick are lazy still,
Insect still on the leaf feed.
The atmosphere looks...

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You will go through the same mountain until you pass the test
You think your heart is pure but not until you face the challenge
Then you will find out
Do you know what is in there? Your...

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My worms first bit me, 
And I was hungry: 
the demand for food levitated.
As the hand agreed with the protest. 

Then my teeth willingly greeted everything that came to his way: Junks,Creams,Appetizers, crabs,Meals and drinks....

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Food and Elvis 

I had opened a can of low fat rice-pudding and was 
watching a food program, a big cook off in Tupelo.  
Elvis father, Vernon, once built a small house here, 
it...

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....seeped in my marrow and flesh

Can't help thinking about 
those days
When you seeped in
my marrow
Those lovely hurts even in
my flesh:
You innocently arrived with
lovely trends
feeding me with ease and
Elating junks

But like a wind you
Blew strange
As if...

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The cloud  is set to cry
Thunder rumble 
A sunday in RCCG
Drummer boy in spiritual malapropism
Members of choir malaguena(- ing)
Blue, purple and scarlet yarn floating in the temple
A chest-piece in between my ego
As my thoughts...

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God will give you everything you want
Mark my words
Think on it
He wouldn't put that desire in you
And won't fulfill it
Think about it
When was the last time you really want something?
Did you get it?
Yes, my Deliverer...

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A surprise move by the Nordic King
He orders his men to kill Huffle-Winks
They are big-headed junks hollering mouthfuls 
Blood they need of Princess Umberta.

'Take them into confidence' the dragons
They are so poor, shorn of fire-power
And...

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Yelling at hallucinations with grimaces
He confronts shadows in public places
And donning wooden face, tosses
Between manic depressive psychosis

Dialogues incoherent, logic weird
But bizarre visions surpass Dali and Picasso
Or in self-inflicted agony invoke Dante's Inferno
Symbolize residual junk--life collecting...

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SETTLED ?
    

      Settled now what we are here.
      Let's give our life our last shot.
      ...

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Perceiving the air's beat,
He positioned his feet as expected.
Bewitched by the rhythm asserted,
His paraphernalia did compliment his treat.
Pulling junks and unusual stuffs,
He settled on a cracky old muddy stage.
'Hey! , the beat of life did...

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A journalist jokes not with jotter, 
His news - hunting hours makes shorter,
To the task devotion much truer
And to the penned down stick, though fewer
Journalist should trust news - filled jotter,
Their minds firm; sure legs...

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