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Desmond Efe-Khaese Poem
ELEGY OF A YOUNG WIDOWER
Tiny rivulets of salt water
Springed from the optic peripheral of the young widower
Her beauty, a forever image in his head
Only reminded him that the owner is cold and dead
With unprintable words,
He blessed the drunk driver whom had destroyed both their worlds
Love flooded his heart for the man
A love for vengeance and murder
His ranting woke his suckling sleeping infant
A child, barely three, adorable but defiant
Seemed rather quiet and doveish tonight
Had she learnt of this family’s sad plight?
The news that haven’t crossed the shores of his lips to other towns?
Had she learnt I have lost my crown?
Maybe she overheard the harbinger of doom
Maybe she felt the presence of the room’s new gloom
Maybe she is taking her time to fill her eyes
Or she is awaiting for the opportunity to arise
It is dark
Both in my heart and in the night
Of a wife, I lack
Of tears, I am devoid of the might
Working has no meaning
I’ve lost my passion for winning
It’s time to close the door
Doors to the nights, she asked for more
Doors to the times of heartbreaks and dates
Doors to the delicious delicacies in silver plates
For the rest of my life and in every place
I will forever remember your smiling face
Adieu
My love
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Desmond Efe-Khaese Poem
IN THEIR EYES
I am the whirlwind, But in their eyes, I'm a passing fart
With a twitching stinking sound,
Although, I still make a noise
I am the sun, But in their eyes, I'm a flaming match
With only a flicker of light,
Although, I still shine and burn
I am a vampire, But in their eyes, I'm a whining mosquito
With only a sip of blood,
Although, I still hunt the night.
I am an Eagle , But in their eyes, I'm a simple Canary
With sweet voice of songs, commanding notes and not birds,
Although, I still command the sky.
I am an ocean, But in their eyes, I'm a miserly drop
With clingy network of pipes,
Although, I still wet the earth
I live my life for them, None is to be lonely,
For even the clichéic Island needs water around, I am not who I am, I am who they want me to be.
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Desmond Efe-Khaese Poem
TO THE NOSE THAT KNOW
Whilst we sat beneath the mistletoe
Rejoicing at the birth of new year's first child
He came with a vengeance, covered in brown dust
Yet, chilly like white ice
He said he came in peace,
Yet, he pieced our lips in pieces joined as one
He said he was the savior,
That which relieves us from the scorching sun
But he engaged in a confused battle of nature
Smoking hot yet blowing cold
Have you ever slept at night,
With the menial security,
Of closed windows, doors and duvet
Armed with a minty barrel of inhaler
Then you awake, filled with terror,
That a certain wild chilly beast,
Has crawled under your closed door
Through your closed windows,
Between your covered duvet,
And into your open nostrils
Then you blow with a restrained passion,
Trumpeting like the wild Elephants of Africa
Determined to exterminate the wild beast,
But in the end, amidst the failed security
All you have is a weeping nose,
Agonized from the strength of concentrated blows?
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Desmond Efe-Khaese Poem
The hue of his baritone is dark as bleached knuckles
No one sees the rivers of tears lying within
His bulging biceps stands firm as iron pillars
Pillars, weak enough to carry his heavy heart,
A heart weighted by years of soft silence
He cried the loudest when he was born,
Roaring out to the world in naked triumph
But soon, his tears turned into ice,
Ice that formed his heart,
Heart that only melted into the feathers of his pillow
He is told to be a man, even before he becomes a man
And he lost his innocence; that which makes him stronger
Little wonder it is a man's world,
For he wills no one to share its weight
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