Long Watermarks Poems

See them coming they are possessed 
See them coming they are obsessed 
See them coming they are undressed
Their blood filled eyes stares at us in disgust 
And big guns protrudes from their sides, they are...

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Watermarks of the time and tide! (Third and last part to abide by the word count)

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With aches and pains felt everywhere in the body called arthralgia and myalgia!

We start thinking if only we could go...

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Slowly, my ferryboat drifted closer to my dear old home. Before me, the stony peaks of familiar mountains arose from the blue hue, and just as cool salty breezes blew across my face, the childhood...

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Watermarks of the time and tide! (Second part to abide by the word count limit)

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My reason for living took a new meaning ever since I became a parent!

Loving, sacrificing, and caring are the best ways...

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Watermarks of the time and tide! (First part to abide by the word count)

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I was born as an innocent looking baby, as everyone always is!

Just a tiny cuddly body with a pure soul, with not...

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Soul Sanctuary

Wandering through a moveable museum of memories columnar
Dusting off exhibits of moments held fast in watercolors gossamer

Milestones chiseled into fleeting moments of atonement,
Soft edges of first love painted in golden moments –

Brushing aside gauzy...

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Sanctuary

Wandering through a moveable museum of memories
Dusting off exhibits of moments held fast in gossamer watercolors;
Milestones chiseled into fleeting moments,
Soft edges of first love;
Brushing aside gauzy cobwebs on photo negatives
Blushing with pastel transparency in opaque...

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Since it was Sunday in late December
the sun perched softly behind a dark
swirl - and the distant dust
turned the last ray from red to pink
well before the dainty fingers
of her small hands could count to...

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Still here, on a day wrapped in blue and fog, learning to become a player in wars and empires, serving the men who plan them.  I sit and watch as the god of night...

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The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron...

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To Christopher Okigbo
To Chinua Achebe
To Wole  Soyinka
To JP Clarks
To Habila Helon
A measure of time past
I am part of your dark side


To this wayward side of this wet Benue roads, children had learnt to be...

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I knew you—
When your hands cradled endless dreams
Not plastic boxes with silver screens
When your only bio was scribbled in crayons
Beneath drawings of skies pink or blue
Rain turtles and fire breathing dragons

I knew you
When you answered...

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There’s a street map in a fisherman’s pocket
a splashing sea has soaked its print,
signs and roads melt
it could be Atlantis, or maybe
a bus route of north London.

There's an Atlas globe bobbing
on a pacific wave,
mind-mice have...

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There is no need for her to speak
of how she fell from glory.
Watermarks stain her cheeks
and tell her bitter story. 

Her betrayal begins in the plateaus
of her weak and swollen eyes.
As her love for him...

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if I turn left
i end up near my dead mother
she has a green mound
but there are lots of green mounds

there’s a street map in a fisherman’s pocket
a splashing sea has soaked its print 
signs and...

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A long hairline crack down the side
Can't be seen from entrance at door
It leaks just a small drip not tide
But tends to puddle on the floor

Will try to patch by using caulk
Let it dry then...

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HONESTLY 

do the throats of our wrists bare
testimonies
do we have thousands of clean
cells to fall back
on
do we have to recover ourselves
or wait for someone else…

as dangerous questions
ask do they hate
me?

do we sweat in rainless
efforts
watching as...

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A heavy rain wipes away the history of a pavement.
On a splashing surface it dashes off
an abstract and flowing script.
Watermarks thunder fleetingly
only to ricochets away
to stir the wordless with more fluid symbols.

I have seen rain...

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