Meri dushmani me tun itna giray ga kabhi socha na tha,
Ye teri 295 wali gustakiyan tujhay lay dobain ge mur ja.
Note.Mujhay phansanay kay liye kuch aur socho kafiro..
“OYE” (“HARMATTAN”)
[BY OHWOJEVWE ESE GANIYU]
When
On harmattan wings
Flapped iced
Into my oblongata cold
Into moneyless sadness
Of our Saussure’s paper
Locked in
Folic signified signifier
In language
Too much mystique in
Folic signifier signified
Till tides come
When
On glorious dawns day
We acknowledge
That those potholes
We
Wobbled our way through
In
Thorns trumpeted
Into our ears
Too congealed
To hear Bata drums
Hypnotizing us
Into spag queens hall.
There I stood, flushed: gripping
a diaphanous pelvis of his guitar,
he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes…
glossy under a roulette of lights,
saucy on the parquet floor upon
an artist's feet :his body movement
resembling a twisted weave; the
bossa nova of high timbre frothing scales
of primitive jungle moans,
while Latin hands roll with dizzy
Carribean beats as if Santana
and Jobim grooved with him.
Oh he aches, shakes like a livid soul,
more ravished than refined
in his groping music, my night's balm.
Streams of ‘Oye Como Va’ entice a trance
rippling down my spine, ready
to tug with the accompaniment of
drums and sax; till the last rhapsodic groan
prolongs a dazed jiggle for hips
to leap unto the heat of the sky.
My flesh perspires as I whirl,
unmindful of the exotic rhythm
prancing like a black magic woman!
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10/17/2015
Trashed Poem #3 Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
By nette onclaud
Again, I am
In the throes of hurt
By the hand of the callous careless chico
that is always managing to put me there
Chico, did I make your time easier?
Did I smother you enough until SHE made it home?
Did I distract you enough?
Or did I not deter you
from saying, “darling” and “amor”
And the late night texts that
You sent from MY bed
And the shrine of sappy obvious love songs
That aren’t intended for
ME, the girl covered head to foot
With your hands and mouth
Mira cabron, I wanna thank you
For wiping my tears and continuing to
Screw me over with your insincerity
For continuing to push me like a thorn
Further and further into your falsely secure arms
For making me think that maybe it was ok
That maybe this was real
That maybe our deadline was not a finish line
But it was
And the song I sang that you flinched at
That I knew had some truth
About you regressing to the girl
Who finally made it home
Is true
Well I hope you don’t leave her black and blue
Like you have me….
BECAUSE NOW I HATE US BOTH.