Long Kingsley Poems

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 of our existence has brought  ?e joy, 
l° shall...

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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 vast
Written with unspoken words 
Littered with love language 
Only her...

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The idiocy of color-ism keeps me awake!
I see us all in a twit over something insane.
I am white, Caucasian they call it.
But will we all have to have tests one day to prove such 
idiocy?

Will...

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The Stranger...

The Stranger came knocking at my door
With her eyes and lips veiled with kindness
Her glistering teeth is like diamond
I tried to read her lips
But i was arrested by her kinky smile and body settings
And...

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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 through the arrogant open gate
I elbowed my way into the...

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Bullets oil with blood, 

Hearts smitten with cruelty

Our minds sealed with carnage,

As we marched, for the harvest is ready

With our machetes from China,

Our ak47 from Russia,

And the Americas’ bullets we moved into their shrine

Harvesting our...

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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 green.
We the labourers with our intellectual machetes,
Made and manufactured by...

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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 the BRT buses
Area boys bullying
Police officers begging for spiritual currency
Perputuality...

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My name is Kadafi.

King of thieves and lord of tyrants. . 

I was born to rule and rut

Any attempt to topple my agbada will face red card,

In fact i shall eat such culprit alive as...

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A Letter to 
My Ana:

I lay my 
heart 
before 
your altar 
this day
Use it a 
sacrificial 
token to 
bedwet 
your 
imagination
Take this 
pieces of 
my 
emptiness 
as an 
unbriddled 
bread 
baked in 
sorrows
Forgive my 
righteous...

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TEARS IN THE RAIN.....

I saw an angel standing in the rain crying
My heavenly earth chase after her
She beckons and beams her glowing look at me
My senses were set in asunder
Then the bickering light goes dimmer
The...

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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 blew
It was an attack by a pack of rats
Murdering my...

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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 the single fish
The seaweed coursing in the shallow
Sinking in the...

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Zombies

She left her head in the town
Look at her headless body floating in sky
She said the day is cruel and rude
But the night is her neighbour
I saw her skeletal brain sipping blood like 
a juice
...

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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 of destructive creativities
Sharpen with ingenuities
Garnished with embellished tongues of Holy...

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Now, he is fed up with his rubber pistol,
Irrepressibly itching for Hard Metal:
To every onlooker crystal clear
That Kingsley has drowned his fear
Of spraying bullets 360o degrees
And blood stains bestowing a black grease.

Whom we should reproach...

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REUBEN

With whips dancing round her flesh
An arrow of tears and fears 
Dropping from her heart
She must be strong for him
She must be strong fro Reuben

It is sunset in Ethiopia
The initiation swells
Echoes of whips and whispers...

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Molly maid in  her stand for kids
Rattled the establishments cold line
2020 she said its wrong to mask
Young srudents in creative time
There is no science to prove its worth
Yet much to tell carbondioxide grinds.'
The waste...

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A Nightmare

At dawn
I stooped before my shrine
Mumbling and groaning in 
An unknown tongues of thorns
My ancestors, here are;
Cowries, dry gin, termites’ anus
Accept this token,
As I petition in the ocean of wild –goose chase
A mystical force...

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Free style

Fire travailing and traveling
Lies basking behind
Sorrows burrowing my bones
Empitiness dueling sleeplessness
Vain expectations looming
Kith and kins nagging
Heaven's gate silence
Prayers turn thorns
Tide and time tumbling
Girls gnashing
Money mocking
A wise man of Gotham 
Lost in the bin
Looking and...

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At the altar she stood as Eve

Watching and waiting 

For the second coming of the bush doctor

From the blues he descended

Eyes clothes with incenses

He dangles the bottle of  olive oil

As though he has seen...

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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 ties thrust distrust
When our dreams were dreams
When our groans frighten...

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The Funeral of Tinapa,

Conference table littered with chicken and cockroach laps

A keg of palm wine descending from Adia Abo

Grabbers haggling on sharing formula
Emporiums rust and rats
Shopping mulls moaning
A banner of hypocrisies at the gate’ welcome...

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inside the banana suckers is our temple
at dawn we dance round the tombs
in the dusk, we crow as cockerels
then we
creep into the creeks with the crickets
a confluence of the strange
in holy matrimony with the strange
waiting...

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inside the banana suckers is our temple
at dawn we dance round the tombs
in the dusk, we crow as cockerels
then we
creep into the creeks with the crickets
a confluence of the strange
in holy matrimony with the strange
waiting...

Read More