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| WINNER POEM OF THE MONTH |
I
AM YOU – (poem
of the month)
(a self-adulation series)
I am you
a steward of
time
and
that privileged vessel
called by nature.
I am you
a worthy whole of humanity.
We are more
we give lives
to the voices in our heads.
We are more
we birth lines
that glitters in your nights.
I am you
the curious wanderer
at home at every fort.
I am you
the reflection
of the sun when days are dark.
I am you
the golden ribbon
that beautify the moon.
I am you
in your burden
and joy of pulling through.
-Amami H.
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I
AND MYSELF
Greetings my fellow sojourner
I guess that will be the greeting
Of the sun to the moon
In their cycle of give and take
I is, me that refers to
My head
My brain
My body
My leg
The gift
The tool
Then who am I?
Where do I come from?
Why am I here?
And where do I go from here?
Questions that need answers
Indicating the binary state of existence
The Creator and His creation
The conscious and unconscious
I and my bodies
I have wondered
Yes! I have
This I, the self
Like seed must be fed
If it is to grow
Now what do I feast on?
What you sow in the table ever laid
Ifeanyi
Okwosha
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SELF
My knowledge of self
Has fallen like a pack of cards
That we keep the worst part of ourselves to
ourselves is not a well kept secret
And when we say we don’t really know a person
It’s true
Even a person doesn’t know himself
Not fully
Not completely
And
It’s because self is always evolving
We morph into various versions of our selves as
life presents us with experiences
We keep the ugly parts hidden
Careful to flaunt the beautiful parts
We elevate our best sides
So that we can be thought worthy of love
eni a fe la mo
A o mo eni to feni*
Loving is harder because we never know who our
bedmate truly is
A mind boggling thought if it is dwelled upon
The core of self is vulnerable
We only let our guard down when we trust
Even then we keep a little part of the unknown
deeply buried
We chase validation
We fear rejection
To acknowledge self is to look yourself straight in
the soul
And realize that you are just an imperfect bumbling
unfinished
Product
A work in progression
A human just
being
Kemibon
*we know who we married but we don’t know who
married us
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CIRCUMSTANCES
OF REALITY CHECK
When you walk alone, on this earth.....
There you know who will comes and stay;
There you will know those who entitled to the course ;
Sometimes you have to run and see ...
Who runs to see what the cause ....
But the sweet sour response is that ...
At times , the ones we tend to see
Are busily waiting for where you will land
Or surprisingly there will be no one.
It is just yourself and self again.....
When you are left alone in the middle of the sea.....
There you will know the real fisher’s after you ,
There you will know the sharks and whales ;
There you will know those will come to your rescue ,
Those who will come with boats
Those will swim to your end.
But to your beautiful eyes;
Those you are expectant of
Are coming down with
Hook and line
You will know you only
Have yourself and self again ......
When you are left alone to fly,
There you will know those who are going
To pray for the sun to shine severely
There you will know those who.....
Will pray for your safe landing
There you will know those who are going
To shoot you to die.....
But to your smile
You will know your loved ones...
Are the ones who are secretly
Plucking your wings
Even getting your wings wet;
You have one true friend;
It’s just yourself and self again ......
When you are left alone in the darkest place
There you will know those who will come after you ;
There you will those who are going to shout
Your name ;
There you will know those who are going to
Lit up their lights to find you
But to your eyes
There will be no one
Not even the one who promised you
Security
It just you and yourself ........
When you left alone on earth ....
When you are left in the middle of the sea .....
When you are left alone to fly ....
When you are left alone in the darkest place ....
Be expectant of yourself rather than anyone
For this chess we all are playing ;
Is a closed but opened book.
Aba Absolute
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A
SIP OF RIO
I've told my story a thousand times
Didn't you read between the rhymes?
The lines you adored
Full of hints I poured
Into covered urns
Exposed my world
Go back and lift the cover
And you'll soon discover
Right there on your bookshelf
A story of a story within itself
My dreams and cares
My hopes and fears
Hidden wishes
Favorite dishes
Everything
Yet Nothing
For I kept the key to myself
Which means to find it
You must be smart
And understand abit about my heart
But it's right there
In full glare
For the world to see
Everything you need to know about me
Bon appetit
Erhio
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WANDERER
They said time heals,
but pain is my nurse.
tired and panting like a chased dog,
I want breath as a baby wants milk.
How long shall I wait for the peace I crave for?
time will be the judge.
"Time?" I asked being curious,
Time is a liar deceiving most of us.
How long shall I be a wanderer?
seeking home like a lost child.
I feel hopeless like a desert that can't have
rainfall.
Again I hope time will bring fortune,
but it is bringing torture,
I want break from life.
my strength is passing away with cloud.
Time is my oxygen,
but I have no idea of what is left.
how long shall it take to reach home?
only time could tell.
but I wonder if the oxygen remaining shall be
enough to reach home.
Whatever the amount that remains,
I shall find a spot to take break from life
troubles.
who knows someone might find me there and take me
home.
and if not, I shall rest peacefully,and lie at a
nearby spot just a bird does in its nest.
I worry myself not about what time brings me.
Elijah
Akinboade
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YOURSELF
Don’t
do this to yourself.
Don’t
let this flood in your eyes wash away your joy.
Trickling
down your face, with your pain afloat.
With
the watery caress of a broken heart.
Let’s
sail back on memory seas, we’d berth where you were still yourself,
When
your smiles lit the dark and your laughter serenaded our ears,
When
you silently danced in the joy of your solitude.
But
now, you’re crowded with sad thoughts that have left you lonely.
Don’t
do this to yourself,
Don’t
shield yourself from a love that’s armed with fulfilled desires,
Let
me shower you with affection to wash the pain away
And
watch as happiness flows in again
Bayo
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SELF:
The selfie stick as a fashion accessory.
Failing that, the hooked hand that can click from
any angle and post directly.
A sign and symbol
of this narcissist age;
this controlling zeitgeist.
The self- Id, ego, superego.
The conscious.
Self- conscious.
Subconscious.
Unconscious.
Super conscious.
Enlightened, illumined, energized.
The self as a reference point-
my truth; calling things that be
as though they were not,
in inverse faith- fluidity and relativity
in one fell swoop!
Overturning sociocultural
order on a puff of smoke,
a river constructed of spittle.
Self image.
Self awareness.
Self aggrandisement.
Self expression.
Self indulgence.
Self referring.
Self actualizing.
Give me, give me,
give me, my name
is Jimmy.
On to the point of opportunity
riding a dangerous wind.
The point at which the self surrenders, yields,
submits and enters into the seventh day Sabbath rest of the Deity
Andrew
Whyte
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THINGS
YOU WILL MISS
It’s
not love if it doesn’t hurt
Real
love is when you stand at the jagged edge of hope,
Sometimes
you leap, sometimes you don’t
Sometimes
someone catches you
Sometimes
you crash
But
Self-love is like when everyone is an alien
and
you are space, everyone is distant from you
Though
in space you never run out of things to discover
But
then, you will miss the weight of things
You
will miss the impact of things on things
You
will miss the sun bathing of the tropical sun
In
the smile of others
You
will miss the sunrise of friendships
Because
you are cocooned into yourself
Chisom
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