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Edwina Aleme Poem
Ash mist spreads like warm blanket
across the sky;
The grey jagged mountain fades;
silence crept to rest.
Copyright © Edwina Aleme | Year Posted 2013
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Edwina Aleme Poem
I don't envy you
I don't envy you sister
I don't envy the fact that your eyes are too bright, painted with colors of the rainbow
How your lips look like they are smeared in a pot of warm blood
How your face look like a pot of brown earth plastered on a wall
How your fingers wear vulture claws; your toes too
How your gait erotically draw lustful souls into your coven of shameless fantasies
I don't envy you
Not at all dear friend
When you kept crooning about a yet to be found lover
How you brought a picture of your perfect man snatched from your minds' wall
How you swore to wring him around your body until he puts a ring around your finger
How your spell of deceitfulness brought home your shame unsavory
How that wicked craving of yours sent away all that meant well
I don't envy you
I don't envy your constant nagging; your definite raging
Your late nights and early morning shrieks of bitterness
Not even your legal tender that seems to diminish at hours tick
Not to mention your headlamps that have lost its bulbs
Your speedometer that stopped functioning
Your thermometer that has drastically gone up
I don't envy your madness
Yours sadness
Your reddened eyes
Your blackened heart
Your blue and gloomy sky
Your sunset
You in your closet
Your stiffened body
Your silent words
The wide road you chose
Your gnashing of teeth
I don't envy you
I don't envy anything about you.
Fabulous Edwina 'Neofloetry' Aleme
(c) 2014.
Copyright © Edwina Aleme | Year Posted 2014
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Edwina Aleme Poem
I DODGED A BULLET
I dodged a bullet two weeks ago
In that shopping mall
A bullet, caramel skinned; moisturized
That almost left a sister’s chest
Spurting red spots everywhere
I dodged this fine looking bullet
That went three sixty degrees
Around my waistline
I sang praises, I almost rocked that Mic
Check check
I dodged a bullet…
Yes! I dodged a fine one
Six feet two inches; got me high
Fine smelling cologne, I took a whiff
Six packs front layered;
I scrolled through, page after page
In my fantasy
Oh my!
I dodged it sister; yes I dodged a bullet in hours
It challenged my hormones
They militated against my sense of reasoning
I gave a silent scream for help
My eyes coated in surprise
My hands, still…
My prize, a bullet?
That bullet almost shot through me
Between Africa and Jamaica
It's warmth sent me down that sofa
Attention! my twin babies saluted
That voice, those eyes
A combination of soul and jazz soothing the soul
Soft and inviting, tempting;
Sent shivers down my spine
They slung a leash around me
But I had to dodge that bullet
On the last five days before New Year's Eve
Neofloetry (c)2013.
Copyright © Edwina Aleme | Year Posted 2013
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Edwina Aleme Poem
Breathe i on you
You breathe on i
We, on parallel lines
Our gaze on these thighs
Behind you see i orange lining
Before i see you silver, sparkling
Outstretched arms reaches for mine
Mine stretches forth gracefully before count nine
Perfect you
Perfect i
Bound by this love we share
You and I
Two steps forward, two more forward
Eyes locked, keys thrown backward
Sweet melody envelopes two pairs of ears
Yes, enraptured in memorable years
My symphony, yours to cherish
Your symphony, mine to relish
Our smiles run across borders
A crime? Hmm, who longer bothers?
Perfect i
perfect you
Bound by these words we share
I and You
My feet expresses this dance
Your feet enjoying my melodic prance
Away to a fountain of fanciful joy
Oh how breathtaking, this i do employ
Your words drip on me, softly, soft
I rest on assurance, standing on this loft
My eyes your perfect looking glass
Your eyes make me smile, this has come to pass
Perfect you
Perfect i
Bound by this music we sing
You and I
Oh, now it doesn't matter
Though their words scatter
Our visions bound by one
Gossips are handing us none
Reach i for your lips
You reach for my kiss
Our embrace interlocked in a golden sphere
A glittering circle, i see so clear
Perfect... you
Perfect... i
Bound by these vows
You and I
THOUGHTS OF A POETESS
"NEOFLOETRY"
Copyright © Edwina Aleme | Year Posted 2014
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Edwina Aleme Poem
Under this tree she finds love
In this love, she finds hate
Whilst in hate,
Along creeps in fate
Hand-in-hand with fate,
Love begins to lose taste
Slips gently again into hate,
Love spreads its' wings too late
Across the fine lines of her face,
Bitterness draws more lines without space
More lines of distrust, hate,
An unwanted race with fate
Swiftly swooped away to look up,
She takes a quick gulp
Her smiles mixes with uncertainties,
Heaven smiles back with pity
Fate pulls away hate,
Love melts on her heart
She slips back under the tree,
Where she found love.
"THOUGHTS OF A POETESS"
NEOFLOETRY
Copyright © Edwina Aleme | Year Posted 2014
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