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This damsel of sorek/ poetry/ By Funge-owei Michael Nemine

This damsel of sorek When she passes all that remains are lapses of men once planted in the hills of mambilla contending with ageless pillars. Because she rows doom with this bulky cumulus of weaponry forged from blood and clay; the shape of a full moon. This weaponry, it is even weak and fluffy like blue band flogged with sweet, white granules. Yet, us they conjure and clueless we become […]

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Poetry/Poem/ By Wilson, Lucky Rukevwe

Poetry Watching from the sideline Sipping a cup of poetry Handed down by mother nature Looking out the window Envisaging the silver linings Spread across giant sky In patches and sprinkles Beckoning on my blindness Warming up my cold heart As she smiled in all pearls Queen mother seductress! Queen mother seductress!! Free me not, from thy embrace For thy warmth penetrates Through my lost faith Packing up shady debris […]

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Wayfarer/ poem/ by Funge-owei Michael Nemine

WAYFARER They said he fell in the shores of Agbana1 the runner with no tracks wayfarer they said something left when his shadow turned to miserable memories blown into forcados2 something like scattered happiness. Those things his footsteps painted on our faces, the intermittent drawing back of lips. They said death came on a certain day and all they could salvage was that exhausted shell that lost the gift of […]

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Lost Love/ Poetry/ by Wilson Lucky Rukevwe

Lost Love I beheld a wild fire across the river Reminding me of the burning passion in your eyes Wild, dangerous and determined as a blowout Yet, exciting as a toddler taking her first steps Decades of hope flashed in them And with it, came memories of regretted nonchalance Like Rivers of sand travelling through deserts A smile waltz through to my heart Concealing the tears that streamed downhill You […]

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Be Naked/ poetry/ By Nemine Funge-owei Michael

Be naked just like the corners of a polished moon. bounce like rain drops feet on the top of this mahogany. carve holes in your ossicles and let those lips gather men like flood. Toss these underwears. flex this public muscles like Leah’s dark tail. be naked just like the other animals the night might come just. Your breast in calabash genital in dark smoky clays buttocks on sterilized tables […]

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