POEMS READ AT LOUDTHOTZ POETRY OPEN READING SEASON 9 EPISODE 3 SIGH

SIGH

In the Ponte dei Sospiri

the bridge of sighs where convicts behold the last sight of water logged  Venice before extermination

There, there is suspiration

Not so much weeping and mourning and gnashing, at least not yet,  but sighings  too deep to be uttered in articulate speech.

A sigh, like a belly laugh comes from the depths of the sea of humanness not to say humaneness

Loaded with meaning and visited with significance like the best lines of poetry.

Transporting pain and sorrow

Conveying regret and hurt

Showcasing the bitter draining of the dregs.

Russo's  "bridge of sighs" an American story told in the shadow of the original Ponte

Sighing at intra family  discombobulation  and disconnection

Kissing the teeth, pursing our lips, sighing in plaint at  the misplacement of potential that is a great Nation

Wondering how we could have winked so, as the falcon's hood was pulled over our heads.

Sighing at the thoughts that were thought at inception

The future predicted

And the hope expected

Now deferred

Now causing heart sickness

Now resulting in sighs!

But this is not a good end.

Here the deep breath's become strong resolutions

The sighings take on the bursts of relief because we have seen the future and it is 'us'

Not our negative relatives standing in the need of prayer, but 'us'!

With all to play for, fight for and live for-

'Us', sighing in relief!

Andrew White

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The Sacred Trail

\[Track]:

On troubled weekends,

I eat green pepper, put on my purple suede shoes

and ask myself; ‘Do you want to dance?’

I wait to see the evening walk down the sky

with the sun tucked in her hand-purse;

and at the exact monkey-time,

I steal away; get on the road again,

and take on the thousand miles of misery.

\[Footpath]:\

I too seek relief in the sacred trail,

so when the pressure of this complex city

thins my blood and benumbs my brain,

I join the seventh generation of children to come,

the new interpreters of nightmares,

those chosen to bear the burden of memory,

and we walk into the streets to hear angels whisper,

we walk into the streets just to have a chat with the god of walkers.

\[Forest Road]:\\

We take in all that nature has to offer,

listen to the poetry of feet treading on grass.

In trying to comprehend the truth outside ourselves,

we surrender all our fears and all our illusions,

for we know it is never too late to redeem the day.

We walk upon mother earth, placing every step carefully,

lest we trample and mar the faces of unborn generations;

we never forget those who stare at us from beneath the ground.

\[Holloways]:\\\

In the silence of diverse landscapes, we find a vast presence;

we go to places without a path, just to leave our own trails.

The desire paths were eroded with love,

so we walked the line between sacrifice and satisfaction,

carrying the prayers of the world upon our feeble shoulders.

Through the sunken lanes, we learnt the liturgy of seasons,

we understood the topology of affection

and we found the homotopy of greed.

//[Trail]:

We met the sleepwalkers at the garden,

they spoke to us in the language of the soul,

they taught us the cleverness of seeds;

we learnt how to pray to the god of small things,

and we fed the spirit of the land.

In seeking the richness of life,

we asked for insights as to where next we should go,

and they replied, let your thoughts make pathways in your mind.

//[Towpath]:/

At the bank of the canal, we unearthed a truth,

we discovered the trail does not end where we lose it,

so we journeyed on, walking rapidly and happy.

Contented, we enjoyed the scenery of a detour,

we escaped the actual confines of our flesh,

and became eons; we became one

with the light,

the air and the waters.

//[Bridle]://

Our final journey home was on the edge of the sword,

but we did not panic, for we knew that sweat-soaking days –

will end in a cool stream of achievement.

Ours was a rediscovery of the self,

an ambulation of the mind.

we began to think in rhythm to our steps.

In confidence we came back into the main road,

for we knew we had earned the right of way.

//[Grand Concourse]:///

At the intersection of roots and convictions,

we parted ways, an urban sprawl of trendsetters;

each one returning to cultivate gardens,

each one seeking a closer walk with the divine.

We all returned home to plant and shed seeds of new lights,

we returned to give mother-earth one more reason to live.

With the grains of sand in our shoes we built temples,

and by these monuments, let it be said that, we who are limp are still walking.

Soonest Nathaniel

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‘WHY SIGH’

Morning dawns,

Eyes bloated,

Grumbling bellies,

Hunger breathes,

Anger stirs,

Wallet empty…

I wake up in the morning,

To find what to eat,

Hoping that what to eat won’t hit me,

Roads are spiked with hunger and anger,

Streets polluted with disdainful noises,

Lanes maintain mountain loads of problems,

Pain the only gain attained,

Who captains the villain that brings this complain?

Where is the restrain that stain our pain?

All we do is groan, moan and mourn,

I have trained this brain to chain my pain,

Only if this vain is not entertained,

The fountain desired is lost in the rain,

The good I aim is tamed and lame,

Shame came with a name,

The same game it played defamed fame,

How do I remain sane amidst this Cain again?

In the day………

I have found Students lost in classrooms found in betrooms,

Result slips traded for ticket slips,

Graduate ties clean dusty shoes,

Hearts gated with fears,

Hate the fragrance in the air,

Penury amidst plenty,

Rats leave cheese for power,

Snakes leave Rats for cash,

Monkey disgusted with Bananas entrusted with megabucks,

I heard the Fish is been recruited,

Hope worms would be its only seafood,

Is irony now the news of the day?

In the night……

Decency outclassed by indecency,

Daughters of Eve share apples with Adam,

Talents chase rims after rims,

Gridlock causes brain-lock,

Frown plates brakes with nothing in it,

Valley of increasing depths of debts is tales by the moonlight,

Bed soaked with tears sweat,

Air exhaled ached with baked lamentation,

Free Wi-Fi doesn’t stop me from Wi-Sigh.

Akinyemi “Asapen” Akinmusire

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THE LAMENTATIONS

I sigh

With a white mother tongue for a black father land

I sigh

For a country with walls where abduction never ends

I sigh

For a king who misinterpretes activism as militancy

Such is nothing but a slave

Or a child who is of hate-speeches afraid

I sigh

And sing woe to the land whose king a child remains

I sigh

For a system that judges creativity to be craziness

Imprisoning men for their non-conventional perspectives

And we all with unveiled faces and unchained reasoning

Looking down from that 'prison’

At the left-side of Iyaba, wondering:

“is the system in her right senses?”

I sigh

For religion has now become the brand name for real talk

Why do you think that my poems are religious?

Because they're garnised with mentions of 'Jesus’?

When an average poet infuses Fela into his poetry

How different does that sound from mine?

Isn’t Fela an IDOL, and has he no SHRINE?

I sigh

Because a real God has been misdefined and mystefied by religious views

Unidentified and overlooked by religious prudes

A God above, who of a relationship with man deprived

Came down in human flesh only to realize

That man was no where to be found below

They were all in-between

Struggling on incompetent ladders of religious creeds

Tolu Daniel

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THE FARAWAY TREE

Goody two shoes thought he found a shoe.

He scurried up the corn stalk,

With duck feet,

To have a better view.

Goody two shoes saw a river of rubies.

With thousands of red grains,

Dancing to a bush.

Goody Two shoes picked up

A piece of red sparkling shoe

At the bank of the river,

A staircase of grainy rubies appeared.

Goody two shoes,

climbed two steps forward,

And all the stairs disappeared.

Goody Two shoes was scared,

He realized he should have taken,

three steps instead.

He prayed to Kaptain Afrika.

Then Fanny’s golden pathway appeared,

So up through the Faraway tree,

Goody Two Shoes went.

Abiola Bonuola

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LAST DATE

My mind is running away
There's really nothing I can say
Don't bother calling a doctor or nurse
They'll only make matters worse
But go to the village stream
Sit there for two hours and dream
Then on your way back climb an apple tree
Eat a few apples and think of me
As crazy as it seems
It will help you see that which I see
For the answer is not in the sky
It happened.... Faith did die
But don't bother to cry
Neither will things change if you sigh
You must wait
Wait
Wait by Mazi Ndukwes gate
Till it's exactly ten past eight
Then you will know why
Why she never said goodbye
Why Hope told lies
Why Joy had tears in her eyes
Why she was scared of that guy
The one always with a black tie
And sweet smile
That turned braincells to pie
And filled bloodstreams with rye
You will find out why
Why Faith actually died
Go to Mazi Ndukwes gate
Make sure you are not late
Then you will see
See the true colour of history
That which has been will still be
Not all dried leaves make good tea
As for me
My mind is running away
There's nothing left to say
No music to play
No need to stay
At least not today
I repeat don't cry
Don't sigh
For this is not goodbye
Try not to hate Faith
For it was fate
Although she died
She never lied
She believed in you
Trusted you
You were one of the few
I hope you were true
I've given you good clues
Its time for a different view
Time to know who is who
Time to do what you have to do
Just make sure you're not late
For this is our last date.

(Sighs)

Erhio Obodo

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BROKEN VESSEL

Where do we start telling these stories from

the story of daylight

too bright, it claims our sight

the stories of rainbows whose rain never fell

where, do we start from

let us start with that boy

a vessel holding water

holding water that must never leak

unless he breaks

boys don't cry they say

Let us start with the boy

who'd rather play mummy when we were younger

the one who always tries on his sisters dresses

let us start with the confusion in his eyes

when his father wouldn't stop spanking him

Let us start with the deep breathes

and the sighs

Let us start with the tears that fall asleep underneath our smiles, and

wake up as wrinkles beneath our skins

Let us start...

No let us stop

Less,

This vessel.. holding water

Breaks.

Ajijola Habeeb

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A SIGH AND HALF

expelled offspring of unspent dream

we are the voices of wandering winds

heaves of pressurised silenced scream

cocktail of a moan, a sob, a tamed cry

Night after night the wind go sighing

weaving the unfinished day into unrest

in the depth of dark, a voice is calling

a sigh and half to gather into a breast

for the sighs too deep for air is burping

a muffled restlessness of a jilted lover

cursing, and staining the hour with sighing

and wounds unrequited love with its thunders

a sigh and half is all in the offering

pre-packaged like a canned music

communal anthem of hope, expecting

sighs of relief and sigh of beliefs, tic

and when I run out of tears for weeping

a sigh and half will do,

and when the events are too much for wailing

a sigh and half will do,

tonight, I go again sighing with the wind

as muted anger aligns with the stars of hope

in the cloud of unknowing, may I find

the itchy throat of silence in uproar

on a chord in every heart that sings

with a sigh and half of its stings

-Michael Achile Umameh

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PRESS FOR PROGRESS.

Black...

Black for the centuries of pain in Africa,

for official complicity in the denial of justice in Asia;

for the murder and burial of truth in Australia;

for less pay on account of gender in Europe;

for the recurring physical, emotional and psychological damage in North America;

for the arrogant ignorance in South America,

Black.

Red...

Red for the blood spilled in Algeria, in Bangladesh;

the dreams brutally crushed in Canada, in Denmark;

the opportunities illogically denied in Jamaica, in Colombia;

the voices cruelly silenced in Nigeria, in Australia;

the substantial contributions blatantly disregarded in France, in Argentina;

the life-threatening situations mocked in Ghana, in Saudi Arabia;

the accomplishments hatefully reduced to nothing in India, in Portugal;

the hypocritically unequal standards in Egypt, in Brazil;

Red.

Yellow...

Yellow for the strength to crack the icy walls of forced silence about our reality;

the joy over shattered glass ceilings in the work place;

for the acknowledgement of the past,

for support and progress towards a more desirable future;

for the brightness of our rising against all odds,

Yellow.

Purple...

Purple for our enviable potential as human beings, not only as women;

for proper recognition of our contributions in agriculture, arts, business, crafts, education, family life, government, healthcare, inventions, music, science, sports, technology;

for the ever-increasing realisation that woman is not synonymous with weak, and a capital W is shaped like a crown to prove that we come by this royalty and elegance naturally;

that we are human persons first, women second, not lesser, never lesser.

Purple for possibilities, for powerful persistence, for progress,

Purple.

Joy Chime

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SIGH

This morning

the earth heaved a sigh

as the heavens condensed, and the waters dripped

oh, how heavy a sigh.

Nature breathed its sigh

green sprouts sighed

humans voiced their sigh

oh, how cool

the heated night!

Chris 'n' John

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PERVERTED MENSCH

My birth befriended silver without a spoon

they said make hay while the sun shines

the night comes like a crippled man without work

so I sojourned on a path dressed in light

the wake of holy men

My eyes fixed on them

my heart longed to feast on their knowledge

but they are humans

having their own flaws

yet some made me feel raw

in their self painted righteousness

I sigh at life

I am blinded by the voice of their whispers

fascinated by the aroma of their thoughts

intrigued by the chord of their lexical

I sighed to the marrow of my guts

feeling refreshed at the consumption of their goods

I am their desired end product

the beginning of another creation

the creation they never created

the abstract of the walls they made

I am the motion they moved

without moving their lips

I live by their rules

Men like angels in form of men

guiding in different forms

sojourners who have combed the righteous path

they speak in volumes

to those who seek knowledge

believing salvation to be free

These men

Who knew the rules like the sabbath

have failed to keep them

Holy man is an oxymoron by nature

he followed by head and not by heart

broken hearts don't mend

maybe heads do mend

I made my path with these men

found the paths I seek through them

only I shall sieve from the pocket of salvation

And decide the path to my own righteousness

For the angels I see

are shades of darkness

So I sigh

Emmanuel ifeanyi

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Moments and Sighs

I was born, and I was fated.

The breath that emerges in a sigh, and a cry,

The joy of my conjurers reminiscent of my loss of peace.

I was floating in a world just of my making,

Now I must make me a man in a world so strange.

A baby's first sigh triumphs the creation tale;

The begining that became a drag as I set forth.

That birth; it was a moment.

But now, it is a sigh, and a cry.

I was young, and I aged.

The puerility that terminates in a sigh, and nostalgia,

The blithe of younger years fizzled away in labor of days.

Time was once a companion better spent wasted,

Now I waste because my companion has spirited away.

The early days crown the drowning reality of now;

The drowning reality I must court to make means and meanings.

That youth; it was a moment.

But now, it is a sigh, and nostalgia.

I was free, and I was fudged.

The unsusceptible that transmuted in a sigh, and thralldom,

The becoming of wisdom that bore seeds of vanity.

I hoped a home run at the gates of choices,

Only to be running circles as if from fiends of hell.

The threshold of limitless awareness worn out by a tapering soul;

A soul drowsed by the dirge of mental incarceration.

That freedom; it was a moment.

But now, it is a sigh and a thralldom.

I was besotted, and I was charmed.

The passion that besets in a sigh, and a figment,

The dazzles of Amor demised in being wanting until there is no more.

I drifted in fallacy to bend a knee to the epitome of Aphrodite's paradise

And woke to be fraught with Esu's maledictions and plagues.

She consumes like the desirable apple hanging from the tree of old,

But he hangs over you till you are half a man and mendicant of sanity.

That love; it was a moment.

But now, it is a sigh and a figment.

I will die, and 'I' will not be.

The abyss that begins in a sigh, and void,

The crowning glory of age that opens the door to forever.

I woke from a cradle to journey out of doors to see the ends and the depths.

Evening has come and I return to lie back in endless silence whence I came.

Life does this to you, gives you moments and steals it in a breath.

Even the final breath is still that last and final sigh.

That death; all the moments and meaning,

Ends with a sigh, and a void.

I will be dead, and that is peace found again!

Segun Peters

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RULES OF CHAOS…

Rule, can we ever have you without bias

Or some form of vendetta?

Who levels the field for the Syrian Child?

When would liberation come for the People on the Eastern borders?

Is the ‘Supposed God’ really against the Palestine child

Is the school shooting a question of rules and background check?

And not how we were raised

And how we choose to raise others?

What really are the Odds against Dapchi Maidens?

Like the Chibok girls and the Seeds of the fallen Soldiers

Could it be their choice of forebears or location?

Unlike the Kano Bride and Groom

These are no accident of birth at all, is it?

These are no accident of choice at all, is it?

Like the king and his cheering councils

The sneering crowd knows the way

And where we ought to be

We just do not agree on motives, figures and timing

We do certainly agree on one economical truth

To take a serpent or our debatable ancestor as a pet

O ye rulers of this world

Can the rules at least be debated?

Will there ever be a sigh of relief for the Palestine Child

The lone Syria Child

The distressed Afghan children

The Sudanese on the southern pole, missing arms, losing legs

The deceased school children, the tormented victims and their assailant

The children and widows of the slain Soldiers, Farmers and the Aid Workers

Is there a relief in sight or just sigh in resignation?

O ye leaders of this world

Foisting your ways on humanity

Policies for sale, morals on a penny for two shelves

Can the rules at least be debated?

Beyond the mask of climatic damnation

Who speaks for the seasons?

Who speaks for the trees and rivers?

O ye faith adherents

Why set a rule and play by another

Grace or law? Milk or meat?

Riches, here and now or later in the afterlife?

Can the rules at least be debated?

Beyond the mask of religion

Who speaks for the dumb shoe cobbler in Agidingbi?

Who sees for the blind preacher on transit to Ota?

Beyond the mask of economic domination

By the powers that be

Will humanity ever come to amity, desecrating nature?

Will the rules ever be enough?

-Amami Henry

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TWISTED FATE

The greed for power has begun to turn father and son against each other,

Frustration grips my see to the administration being run by these brutish men

Who doesn’t even know the moral lessons…

Don’t worry, I’m told tyrant abuse will not last longer,

I sighed I asked: Who will stand up to them now?

A boy stood up in my imagery and said …

Political power is like a sword that will cut through anything,

But that sword is without a handle,

if the possessor of that sword does not know he’s holding it by the blade and swings at his whim, he will cut himself…

Truth talking men will leave only the obsequious and guileful,

their reign will crumble in despair,

Horridly I woke up in pants and heats I sigh!!!

Our Judges, while they fight injustice and practice what’s right,

the judges robe that they wear is heavy and burdensome.

To some it’s a frightening sword, but to others it is hope.

Once again, they head to the court to uncover the truth.

A judge wearing a judges robe must be living justice.

A couth that empathizes with his people.

When I long for the untold truth I sigh!!!

We are all frozen, engulfed, in a twist twisted mist of terror RED…

Anger gripped my living soul, I see my people blown to shreds,

their blood thrown down wells, bits of human jetsam flowing down a river of RED…

My grandpa was right: “no man is an island, what happened to one, happens to us all.

For we are made of clay and stardust. We shear the same moment and time…”

In London hundreds of fans are trampled to death at a soccer match as the stand collapsed…

In Boston a Fireman risks his life to save a cat from a burning building…

Does this happen in my country? Hmm hmm who wan die…

In Kaduna a fifteen year old girl is giving birth to a crack baby…

In Abuja a ten year old girl is been raped by her grandfather…

In the city of Lagos two young lovers are kissing by the candlelight..smiles

Yes, my very eye sees as a mother cries with joy

as she watched her baby take his first steps…

All this and infinitely more in the space of sixty seconds,

And then time ticks on until it finally sends us into the same unknown eternity…

 Elijah Ekiyan

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NO EXPRESSION

Hnmnmn

I get no comment

I’m speechless, not even a whisper

This is not my fault, just my experience

You’ll agree with me, if I haven’t seen a lot I won’t be here lamenting

I need an expression

I need to verbalise it

I need a helper

Let Ode appear with imagery

Ajijola with descriptions

Well, can I get some sweet words from Mr sweet to calm this atmosphere cos, it’s huge

I don’t understand

Why is everybody bottling it?

To worse it all, grave buries it all

Hmnmnmn

Who is the chosen one?

Cos we are sitting here waiting for miracle to happen and Messiah to fall from heaven

Maybe one is not actually the one

Are we?

Are they?

Where is the tipping point?

Where have we missed it?

The lies, the guilt, hatred, lust, emotion tampered with and running deep and dry

Serpent and vampires are taking over

Enemies have a thousand names

Loyalty turns personal

Visions, missions, dreams and goals turn nothing, vanished and wasted away

Falsy vision comes falsy motivation

Genius without roadmap

I’ve traced this back to lost value

Pains and pleasure taking over

People are driven by self and desire

The divine will is deeply subjected and inevitably flawed

Hnmnmnm

Have you ever seen people in life lost and wallowing in darkness?

Have you ever seen worse in people?

Have you ever seen rage, resentment and disgust darken people?

Hey

Have you ever been in your absolute lowest, feeling like you are losing yourself and your mind?

Feelings like you have been stolen away from you?

Feeling like you don’t even know what you are doing and why you are doing it?

Asking yourself why are you here?

And don’t know if there was ever you?

Hnmnmn

Remember,

You can always hang on till tomorrow

Shake it up, you are always the master

In your weakest state, you are the foolish master who misgovern

Taking charge of the situation, you are a wise master

And what would GOD want if not increase in happiness

You can always call on HIM

Hmnmnm

My thotz are loud

Wale O. Stevens

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AN ODE TO A SIGH’s SIGH

You feed the hunger of my eyes

With poetic nuances,

Exultant breaths, a symphonic

Medley of chords

Untamed in its rapturous anthems,

Sigh.

My sigh is a life thread,

Weaved upon tributaries

Of life’s follies,

An enduring encore to

Papal fidelities to dead knights

Sigh.

I am smitten by the Nile’s tears,

I write epitaphs to swan songs,

And plead plenaries of discord,

For history’s broken hymens,

Sigh.

Dead wives tales, end in Herod’s mitigation,

Sigh.

This Judas missive, my unbecoming,

I sigh.

Drawing each breath,

With exuberant tyranny;

Petulant miseries my enamored friend,

I seek redemption in life’s inglorious

Victories,

Sigh.

We all live to die, finding the Christ in

Watering holes, besieged by his perfidy

Of a phoenix,

Sigh.

Life happens, and our foul delights

Must atone in a sigh’s

Final eureka.

©Teddy Ugonna Richard (TUR)

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ESSAY ON CRITICISM: TO THE CONTEMPORARY

Alexander paused, now I may play

write not for a generous clap,

leaving behind an emotion felt

labyrinths isn't just a palm stamp,

"it is a mark of uniqueness"

All hands may look the same,

not all can point a pen

Knowing to read is not a knowing to write

"if assuredly you want a rhyme,

leave not its meaning behind"

He did it, she did it where is "I did it"

my Mentor once said, look not like me

be the me,my life never could see

Do you know all painters can't paint

forcing many words and burying your heart

can do you only non-good

to err is human, to forgive divine

I judge not a maester's lexicon

Only quiz my brow to the name "you can't"

Little learning I know, it's a dangerous thing

the beginning must learn,

pushing the end without freedom,

is same as "little learning"

Gifted is a man who pours his thought in words

even though not perfectly placed,

"define"you need, is in between

"Show me a man more perfect than poems,

and I will tell you a man who never write"

I hope to seeing a country never asleep,

perhaps much of a critic can cause so.

Condemn not the beginning by its steps

" I plea let it flow"...

Jovita Ekene.

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MY PAIN

My pain has come full circle

My pain has come full circle

Full like a bladder bursting with urine

My pain wants to come undone

Like a ripe pimple on an adolescent

She wants to take off from the tarmac

Of my heart

She wants to set me free

But

I won't let her

I can not let her rid herself of me

My pain is mine and I want to hold on

Like a baby latching on to a breast when full

Yet tugging at the nipple as if to say

Mother, not quite yet

I am holding my pain close

Not yet

Don't leave

I want to cradle this complete pain with pride

I want to smile at her and say

So you once had me in the clutches of your intensity

I want to slap my pain on my chest

Like a badge

Wear her with gladly

Dance with her on my high days

Admire her on my low days

Be with her always

Because

My pain is mine

She is mine

My pain is full

She has completed her circle

But

I'll sit with her just a while longer

Memorize her very core

Admire her fierceness

Her terrible weight

So that when time steals her away from me

When I wake up one morning

And realize she's dropped

Lifted off

Taken the flight

Fallen

Like everything ripe

I'll be master of my pain

And master of the experience

That brought her my way

Kemibon

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BREATHE...

The stakes are high

But with rather low odds

Even the grounds not even

And with a plum, spirit no level

But we have to live

Don’t forget to breathe

When I was young, I wanted to be a ninja or a god

My weapon of choice; Zeus’ thunder bolt or a Sai

Now I’m considering a snake or a monkey

As I plan my escape into a financial heaven

Away from white collar jobs with a black tie

So choked, I can barely breathe.

how am I supposed to live?

Breathe...

Inhale - exhale

Shout, scream, wail

Let out your frustrations

You can sigh or cry but we must not die

We must live

So, don’t forget to breathe

Garri dey swell but it will never pass its level

Life is a marathon between good and evil

breathe

Olamide J Santos

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SIGH

Live your life like a sigh

A release of air from relief

A soft butterfly wings

Able to take you to heights

Live your life like a sigh

A yearn for something missed

A life full of sweet mysteries

A life full of lights

Live your life like a sigh

Releasing nuggets of weariness

Making the most of high tides

A child of the Most High

Live your life like a sigh

Releasing your heart from sorrow’s cage

Rise to a crest to life’s horrid wave

. . . . Just live!

chisom