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Oluwatamilore Anthony Poem
As a perfect scar, is the morning star,
illumed as Hemera asleep and dreamy
upon the breasts of Nyx, cold and homey,
staring, so stoic in gaze, perfect scar.
Of settings and fanta-scenes of my soul
she reminds. Of wild eyes cremating forms
and preserving mummies amid ash storms
she reminds. Of words bleeding from my bowl...
Of a plum, all of her engrained for ay
she reminds. Of hopeless fetish within
sowing on my seed bed any season
She reminds... of Oyin coming so nigh.
As blush fades away, green leaves come alive;
the bluish glow with doves, refills my rive.
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For the dove and the good of all her love;
Life blood from pen-points paint out an halo.
Thy hallowedness, thy silvery rivers flow
into my flower box. My barn's sprouts live.
Winsome birds bed my head, nestle vainly,
for your soaring blisses make null kisses.
Blue baby I am, my heart throb lisses,
your blue blood on my blue book rhymes gaily.
Her smiler rosy and nesh jingles bells
and the lilies of Lilith are livid.
The blossoms bloom, and my soul kiss avid;
She slobbers winey honey in my dwells.
Her swells dispel spells, and I spell out laud;
words ward off unyoung, life to her young blood.
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Oluwatamilore Anthony Poem
What wild nothingness?
...Frost from hats, waves, roars, blank breeze
The ink speaks, soundless...
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Even to the realm of silence
I follow.
To primordial chaos
The specious zany follows.
Seemingly myopic,
my sepulchral glare.
Beware! Of conning eyes
you raider of fulfilled rapture.
I hound the hooded hound
for my demi-soul.
Adonis for Aphrophone
walks plutonian deeps.
Though, I come,
futility behind
scourges with strikes
of dejection.
Yet, on void grounds
I push to limbo
being met by wan faces,
wry creatures.
I fear that perchance
the blazing pecan
is ripe for reaping
Will you succumb?
Aphrophone!
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