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Best Poems Written by Makinde Kehinde Margret

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We

We are complete in one another
We are perfect perfection to apex perfection individually 
We are a temple of each other’s worship
We are moments tapping within us as revolving clocks.  
To the one who made us 
We are infinite dimensions rippling each cycle
Varying textures of emotions
To the one who made us. 
We are versions of the bliss of heaven’s perfection
We are sparkles held up as one torch as several stars
We are stars to sparkle the world 
We are more than we for the good of we.

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Life of a Day

This day 
of lurking June, 
Only ink  flows, 
In the life of cool jazz, so soon,
Lost          in syncopated truths
Of a simple birdsong
Released   unto rhythm and language, 
Rendered unto conspicuous climaxes, 
In an ocean of words, 
In elemental stasis to inspiration from the commission, 
Of several surprises risked          by bubbles’ breathes,   
On surfaces      where staying Silent is the largest tool.

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The Inquisitor

Beyond six feet of distance 
and seven heavens of this pull of woods, 
I draw intensities of sounds and words to placements,
Calling me beyond the territories of these leaves.
My soul sought profiles of its songs 
While its proud emission and enthusiastic incision jingle,
In fields of consciousness, beyond access to semantics,
Submerging me 
in the author’s trance of phrasal phenomena; 
Telling me, “focus!” 
amidst mortal icebergs and immortal tides, 
Saturating undiluted pinnacles, 
on paths leading home 
from the author’s elements of creativity and  
Symbolism’s narration, 
by a series of innovative intonations, I have employed it. 
Yet, I am on volume one.

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Dear Soul

Dear Soul, 
If you sought the owl,
You would know 
each Hour greets you, 
You would find perfect gifts 
in short days are the same with long kinds
Then you would wake, in a hail of their infinite awes. 

Dear Soul,
If you sought out the Sun, 
to teach you You,
You would know the bloom 
and luminance will situate in you
You would mirror their travels through your pulse,
Then you would yearn for yourself.

Dear Soul,
If you sought out the moon, 
to sing you love
You would see love sprout, 
in all ticking Earth’s core as one earth,
You would see Sky’s eyes testify to this, 
by their winks each night, 
Then you would love to bloom 
In textures, you have termed opaque daily.

Dear soul,
If you sought Sky’s Twinkies 
in their birth, 
You would hearken hymns they chant, 
You would hold their sacred scrolls,
Then 
you would discern yours.

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Cravings For Creativity

Behind the curtains of this smile, are freshly sewed wounds;
Rich yarns finely whipped by the Armageddon; 
Each touch turned colder, from philosophy of ashes to ashes;
Each an ongoing curse, of every memory of Attila the Hun;
That lingers gleaming thread of gold, 
At Augustan Age of Destiny's playful fingertips.
Every healing oblivion of Avatar’s Axis, to cheat Fate’s design;
Babel of a wicked clock, droplets of tears, and rain intertwined,
Shout “Give me what was once mine!”

I send the core of my heart, to dissect this hurting, 
Where a kaleidoscope of dying leaves and blood set the stage.
Chimes of my dissection chants 
“Let this agony scream, of Autumn‘s burning despair;
Let this pain sing, when the tide of love is low.”  
Babes in the woods, gaze into my being, 
By magnetic lips of centuries of work and worth of art.
“Kiss me before this fades, and undress me of these fears.”   
I ask the King of sacred heaven, and eyes of glowing fire.

Before Babylon’s delicate loudness envelop me in dim light;
A moment of forever lost in time, commissions dancing curves—
By bacchanal carousel of hot and cold tainted thoughts. 
Bad day at Black Rock, unveils mutilated wings, past the ugly parts; 
Banquo's ghost germinates a suitcase filled with hope; 
bare ruined choirs and broke boomerang that never returned,
Sing songs and sling arts as a doomed dance for the faithful; 
A goodbye that still asks me to stay, is a mother‘s prayer, 
Making a wish, fading from my rearview, to welcome the rain.

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The One Who Touched My Heart

Thinking about the heaven in your eyes
Those days when your Faith in me would rise
These days the sweet rays of the Sun runs to me 
Reminding me of all the love of you to me to be.


Yesterday was washed by the rain of today 
Now I own a banquet full of gratitude each day
All you do to me is what Miracle has to say 
If it would take a while to remember who you are all day.

Now you are gone to be the Universe of Love 
I still see and smell you hover over me like a dove 
The beauty of who you are flourishes like clove 
To know you are here is the hope and faith of my glove.