Behind Bars
Behind Bars Bad Alone, Worse En-masse Alone; Cold as Stone, En-masse, hot as Mars. Behind Bars No Leave, No Pass All We Can See is an Imagination of the Grass. Behind Bars In Here is our Class, At least we’ve learned to Pin Our Ass Behind Bars Was the Fault his’, Was it hers? No One Seemed To Have Looked Through the Glass. Behind Bars The Walls Echo Our Bass zzz! The Floor hard and the Gates Not Brass. Behind Bars Days run like fast Cars And nights lie still like a Lifeless Mattress. Behind Bar I Put Behind, My Past, And I Look Beyond The Stars. A Poem by Bentem Joseph
The Writers’ Pain
If I never get heartbroken I would never understand what it feels like to once love and still desire a love long gone. If we never get depressed, we wouldn’t be able to spin out images of death and angels intertwined, making love together in the 11th heavens. So, we give ourselves wholly to love, We set our hearts to sail and watch them get ship wrecked, So we can write about the storm. Sometimes, we stay too long in the pain. Mirabelle Morah
Aphrodite Awakens
He awoke the sleeping Aphrodite in you For years, you have tried to suppress it Four years, you have tried to tame it Fourth year, he awoke this sleeper in you. Now all you can think of is him The lover in you wants him Pity—you have loved him more than God Before him you are free No façades, just you But why awake this beast in you if he isn’t ready to stay, Forever. Mirabelle Morah
Yesterday: You Hurt Her
You said you would miss her She said she knew you would You said you were horny And she asked if that was all you thought about her It pains me so much to write that YOU HURT HER Your planet revolved around her She was the axial force that kept you in place You treasured her but still YOU HURT HER She asked if she were your sex object or symbol She wanted to mean so much more in your eyes She wanted you to see her as a gazelle by the spring side Graceful loving and breathtaking She wanted you to treat her like a woman With respect and dignity But yesterday YOU HURT HER Mirabelle Morah
My Muse
Who am I when the muse to my music is gone? What do I do when I strain to hear your voice— soothing as the rushing calmness of a waterfall. It’s all I want to hear all day and all night long, It’s you I want to speak with every painful second that passes by. You, my muse, are the only music my soul Wishes for. Mirabelle Morah
A Giving Man
A Giving Man is a Winning Man An open palm Attracts God’s Hand A giving man put smiles on Many Faces That’s why He gets Favours From Home and Oversees He gives out, He doesn’t Hold back Ever Heard of, ‘Giver Never Lack? His thoughts are towards them that have Nothing And after Him, Blessings come Hunting Giving is not a spiritual gift, it’s an attitude you should develop If God didn’t give His Son, I wonder how we’d cope The claws of the Law would have torn us Raw Behind closed doors, life wouldn’t worth much living for Now giving come in many ways And it’s a principle you can Bank on – Always! It comes in the form of offering ,caring, Sharing, even loving. However I want to talk about Tithing When you pay your tithe You shine like the light You’ll chew more than you can bite…
When Will My Own Love Happen
I feel too hurt for words To think I may never find love I never want to search for it Yet I search And even though I search I never seem to find it And whenever I think I have, It’s never truly mine They either love someone else Or it just doesn’t come to be When will my own love happen? When will I tickle with fickle excitement that someone I love, loves me back When will I finally not share someone’s love with another stranger If you’re out there, I want you to be all mine and noone else’s How much longer do I have to wait? How much longer do I have to love completely without my lover being truly mine? Why did you make me fall for you if you knew you were going to leave me halfway? So I ask again, When will my own…
Unplanned Journey
Infant love Crawling care Digging well A child is born. Unpleasant couple Love child Blood flows Authors of poverty. Lone mother Dyslexic child Cursed Devil Builders of agony. Poor father Vice child Government’s fault? Murderers of happiness. Obscure future Misused Heyday Who is culpable? Non but the unplanned journey. By Sotikare Taiwo Olakunle. Olakunlex007@gmail.com
To Nne’m
To Nne’m Today doesn’t have to be momma’s day for me to celebrate you, cause I’d celebrate you everyday. I’ve read that the older we grow, the more we realize that we have to respect our mothers. Nne’m, I respect you so much. When I think about you I remember how strong a woman you are. Everything you’ve gone through, every time I’ve hurt you, family’s disappointed you, friends have let you down but you’ve still been so strong. If I were in your shoes, mom, I don’t think I’d be able to tolerate myself just as you have. I know I’m so much of a pain, I know I could be impatient, I know how argumentative and annoying I can get with you, I may not be the best but yet you treat me like am over-the-top-amazing. I love it when you tell me that I’d go places, I…
Sex Is Not A Game
She’d played her cards well, Said the right words rightly, She’d showed her parts well, A diagram drawn brightly, She made HD of her HB, posterior and anterior, Take her BLACK dress LIGHTLY… Not her DARK motives that’s ulterior… She’s a queen with a black heart Her schemes stay green like the icon of Whatsapp… Attracting sheep to skin that strays with sins(scenes) without a Flashback… On her bed of pleasure and death, She feeds on bread, Luring them in with her words, Turning her doors into walls, Another checkmate of whots as They bleed unheard… They had more CHANCES than YAKUBU, yet they couldn’t flee even for THEIR OWN GOOD, She claimed she had secrets, and was willing to share, SHE TURNED ROUND ,giving them a REAR VIEW of herself, Their hearts race but their feet stayed put, Their thoughts wondered where conscience strayed to, The first was a…