Poetry || New Beginnings

new beginnings

From my window,
I see disorder across the road,
grownups fighting over
issues children shouldn’t;
clothes being ripped
punches thrown,
peace being disturbed
and yet from a tree on this same road,
an egg breaking,
an anxious mother gleeful
as the young one popped out.
Yet again in the midst of chaos,
peace can be found
and so can new beginnings.
– Dammy

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Poetry || Eggs

I like eggs
Supple and soft
On the inside
Strong on the outside
Easy to crack

Like a heart
Easy to break
Shattered
In pieces
But out of it
Something beautiful comes
Scrambled
Poached
Beautiful
Coming together
Like a broken heart

©Ajibike O.

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Poetry || Reflections #4

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How far away have you gone
Embarking on a journey of definite return
In December,
you were the best thing that happened to her
Before you rode off to Siberia
The cold emanating from your soul
Betrayed by everything you said
Which turned out to be lies
So she asks
When will he be back

He will be back my darling
Riding in gallantly
A changed fellow
But not for you.
©Ajibike Oyindamola

For every girl who had to wait for love/in love/on love.

P.s: September is almost over I know but so help me God, I am going to publish that book on okadabooks.com

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Poetry || Tabula Rasa

I stood there without the need for thought, my eyes ignorant of the wonders that unfolded before them

I have eyes everywhere,
call me the all seeing.
Yet ignorant my eyes remain. Perhaps if I could see beyond the supernatural,
it’d be easier to fill the pages before me.
Easier to write my own fate.

What is my fate? Am I to wander the earth nameless, faceless without a place to call home?
Is it in supernatural that I reside?, Is it heaven above or hell beneath
The all seeing eye torments and judges my path but refused to guide me
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel they say.
But I see only that reflecting on the book before me.
Yet I still can’t see!
Shall I dwell in these page then?
Find a name for myself amidst these chapters?
Will the chapters show me the truth?
Or will it take me on a journey of thirst and hunger until I cannot protest I accept the emptiness as whole?
Does the light hold paradise or is it just that, a light?

I’d ask another fellow for help
But aren’t we all lost?
In the same search for a place to call home
A light to dwell on?
Perhaps I’m bound to this emptiness
Like the pages of this book
I sigh and pick my pen

And feed it’s inordinate need
My blood, it runs on my vein’s brew

Pulsating
The essence sustaining
How hard can this be
I had thought
Saying is easier than doing they say
Now I am a believer

But I don’t believe, in blank stares and empty whispers
My religion is cold, tangible
So cold my blood stays from its incessant March through my veins

©Jamie x Dammy

So I joined a group of wacky creatives called The Bloque and I have to say it’s great getting to relate with them. This resulting poem of an impromptu collaboration talks mainly about the journey of life. Seeing poetry from another angle and overall I hope to be a better writer. Check out our twitter page @our_bloque

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Poetry || An Ode To Annoying Boyfriends

An Ode To Annoying Boyfriends

Of Adam’s blood
Voices commanding
Of selfish boyfriends
Wanting us all to themselves

Of jealous boyfriends
Questioning about other boys
Probing and green
With doubts about trust

Of love on horse carts
Dragging me behind without complaints
As you lashed with your tongue
And forced me apart from my self worth

Of slammed bedroom doors
Shoves against the walls
Slaps and streaks of red running
Burning and blinding temporarily

Of drowning in your bottles,
Neglecting my nether eaters
Suffocating our passion
But still never letting go

Of me packing my stuffs
Ready to leave you
But you going down on your knees
Yet another problematic boyfriend.

– Smallee × Dammy

 

Smallee blogs at Smallee Writes

 

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Poetry || No Aunty

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No aunty.

Not every guy that is your friend that you must date. Learn the concept of emotional maturity. It is not every guy that asks you out that you must date.

No aunty.

Having a long list of exes is not an achievement. Rather rejoice in being strong and single. Do not be emotionally dependent on someone.

No aunty.

You are not public shares that should pass from hands to hands. Not every guy should have a piece of you. You deserve a better guy.

No aunty.

Not every guy that tells you you’re beautiful means it. Not every guy that claims to love you loves you really. Not every potential boyfriend is a potential boyfriend.

No aunty.

Your mouth is not an express way traffic should pass through. Not every guy should feed off the essence of your lips. Save the kisses for someone better.

No aunty.

Not every guy deserves you. Deserves to see your nakedness. Not every guy would want you after the deed.

No aunty.

The past is not worth dwelling on. The past is gone, the present is now and the future could be better. Move on and stop holding on to past ghosts.

No aunty.

This writeup is not intended to amuse you but to open your eyes to things you might not know. Read well and understand. Your actions today would decide your fate.

*Aunty – a term for young lady

 

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Poetry || Tale About Books

books

Diving into an ocean of words

Fishing for puns

Sailing on a voyage of writers

Experience that matters

Books are eye openers

Light for the lost

Many stumble in the darkness

Of the path of ignorance

Many believe in happy ever after

Have they not read books

Books that show otherwise?

Books that warm the blood

Like the sun in summer

Books that threaten to pop open

With adventure and action

 

You can write these lines

Because of books read back in time.

Ajibike Oyinda

 

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