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| WINNER POEM OF THE MONTH - KEMIBON |
WEIGHTLESSNESS – POEM
OF THE MONTH
I’ll rather take the
Pockets of joy
That your presence can afford
Than the heaviness of your absence
That you belong to another is the most weighty thought that I have to bear
To think That I once had you in my arms
Sears me through and through
To love you is to walk on the softest and pinkest of clouds
Those pink clouds of the morning
That herald the newness of the day
When I walk beside you
I take
Light steps
Bright steps
Happy ones
To love you so helplessly from the sidelines is my only chance at joy full ness
in this moment
I have no right to frown when you speak fondly of her
I see how willing you are to be with her
And
To accommodate this friendship so wholesomely with the fluidity of a mature
mind
Midnight conversations
Vulnerable moments
Real tears
You share in them all
And
In those moments I wonder
Does he still burn
For me like he did a decade ago?
Can he still pant after me?
Does he see beyond the subtle rejection on the stairs
When I told him off because
See, I was young and proud
And he was on the streets
Hustling for his future
And no time was spared for me so
I left...
Do I suffer now for that age of foolishness?
I am in awe of the depth of my love for you
Still so energetically drawn to you
I am
Naturally me with you
And you
Do you see it?
This effortlessness that is
This ease that people see
This power filled attraction
That palpable stillness between us
That propels the question
When will it be?
Your union...when
We don’t only look good together
We are good together
Existing in your space is to call comfort by name
Alas It is not to be
This is not a love lorn story
This is love besides
Love because
And love in spite
Of
Love
Weightlessness
That is how I can describe it
When I am with you
I feel no pain
My heart
It sails because you are the wind beneath
So I am lifted when I am with you
Such light headed joy
Oh!A fleeting pleasure
But pleasure still
Amoreux
I desire you
Like
The morning desires the sun
Like the night reaches for the moon
I long for you
For what you could be for me
What we could be to each other
A gleeful playmate
An agreeable partner
A walk with you...is too much to ask for?
You aren’t mine
Yet
I burn for you
But
I’ll rather take the
Pockets of joy
That your presence can afford
Than the heaviness of your absence
Kemibon
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‘’NEW NORMAL ADVENTURES
If
I should
Open up
To a new me
Day & night I'll
swim
Through barelled gates
& walls
Pour into fresh basins
& wells
Fill up ducts of empty
barrels
Pitter-patter through
bitter-sweet pipes
While docking off stacks
of ragged pebbles.
For if the night wings
her body away
From the humming harp
whose time is near,
Surely, like a cock,
I'll whistle
Upon the morning
feathers
& open up to new
skies
Smiling bright over
Blushing blue seas.
A new me,
A new
Day!
Oluwatosin Okupa
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ANYTIME THE RAIN FALLS
Any time the rain
falls,
My imagination rises
from her slumber
She sees the droplets as
foreign currencies,
Every splash feels
scandalous, but little does she care
She is drenched in
riches, and power drunk as the water cascades.
Anytime the rain
falls,
My window plays a trick
on itself.
It sees my lover’s
silhouette in a broken pose
Begging me to accept a
bed of roses,
Brighter and purer, than
my rival’s supplies.
Anytime the rain
falls,
I see sanitizing
dewdrops, so I pick up my least favorite things:
a coat of fear, an
umbrella of faith, gloves of distrust and a mask of lies,
and hit
the journey to destiny, for I cannot live a life
while a virus is living
THE LIFE.
Lolade Oye
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WE WILL NEVER FORGET
Emotions sailed through my body
Anger crashed against the walls of my heart
Squeezing out the love from my lungs
Sucking out the last vestiges of compassion
harboured within
Dark clouds in my eyes
Dried tears on the shores of my cheeks
Shipwrecked
Sails completely shred
The sea turned blood red
For the captain and his cabinet had sent crew
To throw passengers overboard
Hullabaloo
Yet hope is not dead
Instagram live kept it alive
The truth swam to foreign shores
The captain unmasked
Threatening all in sight
Forced might creating a forced night
The sea became turbulently calm
Survivors mute to prevent further harm
Yet they mend their sails
Build their boats
And wait
For the right time
For the shipwrecked will sail again
This is definitely not the end.
Erhio
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SAIL
I have waved farewell to
the coast of old
I have entered into the
ship of new
In foresight my
treasures lay
The seasons will take
turns to welcome me
In their dance of
obeisance
I have perfected my sail
I will pay my dues,
to the wind of
challenges
The sun will smile at me
at noon
The moon will wink at me
at night
Then shall the horizon
bless me with my prize
Olumide Soyemi
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RENEWED VOWS
Till our
breath ceases
and our bodies
no longer of men's plane.
We shall cease not
to be one in each.
Till our
carcass gel to
birth our souls,
and the soul gives
in
to hereafter,
We shall cease not
to be one in each.
And
if there be
an afterwards,
we shall
hold hands,
to take the
walk of atonement,
if there be any,
We shall stand
shoulder to
shoulder
before
vindication,
if there be any.
Damnation
or not, we vowed
to embrace
eternity together.
-Amami H.
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THE MUSE HAS SET SAIL
The
lamp is burning dry and dying off
The
enthusiasm that guides the ink on the white ocean
Seems
to have set sail
The
muse not tended have gone to a silent corner
In
the darkest recesses
Hidden
from all joys and sorrows
Even
the seeming ordinary has no appeal
Marooned
in this endless ocean of darkness
Where
galaxies are like tiny pin points
Between
the ephemeral and the eternal
Lost
Flickering
in this darkness
The
light of hope beckons
The
muse is silently watching and waiting
As
the mind searches
Groping,
crawling and hoping to feel the crumbs of joy or sorrow
To
point its sail towards the muse
Ifeanyi Okwosha
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WHAT A YEAR '20.
Sailing through the just
concluded year of 366 days was like paddling through an ocean of
million square
kilometers; with a canoe!
On our hyped journey for
“fruitfulness,” we bagged our hoes to reap what we sowed and that
which we never sowed.
A New Year! We’ve
grabbed the wheels and up on our heels to reach the hill He has set for us.
Like Moses, we're driven
by the words: “stretch forth” and “go forward,” our watchword; for we have seen
visions, they have dream dreams and all ready to go by the specifics of the
four
Ds
(-Decree, Direction,
Discernment and Declaration)
Selah.
A New Year! Our eyes are
wide, for we are neither intoxicated by beers nor by peers, but by the
shadow of Him that is
there (- heaven).
Not by might, but by His
Spirit.
Upward and Forward
‘cause nothing can stop us.
Bigger everyday ‘cause
He is our Yahweh.
It’s a year to start! We
have started.
It’s a year that will
end! How shall we end it?!
Adegboyega Oluwatoyin
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SAIL:
I have always loved the
idea of a sail, sails and sailing.
The idea of a boat,
a cruise ship, a yacht.
Though sometimes
I suspect, I like those
things the way
I liked the thought or
picture of living in the rustic and pastoral environment of Ikorodu town or the
cool, cold, temperate climate of the Jos plateau.
Things enjoyed more as
dreams,
than in hard headed and hard nosed reality.
Though from the delta,
I have a rather
desultory relationship with water- enjoying it's power, force and flow, yet
concerned about its potential for tsunamic rearrangements of tectonic plates.
As a proverbial emblem
of movement and direction, it works well for me.
What with Mr Rohn
encouraging
us to set our sails in
particular
and beneficial
directions.
Telling us that it is in
the setting
of the sails that
direction is determined.
You don't want the
proverbial, clichéd
wind knocked out of your
sails after you have put out a good idea which was shot down.
We must learn that
success,
any success, soon palls
and loses
its luster, so enjoy the
time when the breeze first strikes your sails, and the waters rustle under your
yacht's bows.
Words spoken ostensibly
by Buxton pere to Buxton
fils.
I am guessing!
If the wind is taken out
of your sails and they don't flutter or blow in the wind anymore, what then can
the future hold?
A lot, surely, if you
make
the decision to live in
perpetuity
as a landlubber.
The making of complex
decisions and the use of abstruse words, causes choices and language to
sail over the head of
the many, where instead of being blown towards the landing lights of the shore,
they glide into a fog of confusion.
As Florio says, Wisdom
sails
with wind and time.
Happiness is not a brief
interlude;
it is the human condition
and God batters at its sail, in order to transform it into Joy of the amazingly
indescribable variety.
I adjust my sails.
I am the realist
who does this-
neither pessimist nor
optimist.
Just the realist who
yields to wind;
who bends as required
and so does not break.
Always, the set of the
sail
and not the gale
determines destination!
Andrew Whyte
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SAIL – For Bri
Bri
You have set my heart on
sail like a kite
Tethered to earth by
your coming
Flaying in the wind
powered by your chuckles
Bri
Your coming has made my
heart set sail
On a journey of
happiness buoyed daily
By your ever increasing
beauty
Bri
You have made me an
eagle
At peace in the storm
Sailing in the wind with
The power of your
clinging little hands
Bri
My mind and heart are
muted
And in the loud silence
I hear only the
fluttering
Beat
Of
My heart
When
I
Hold
You in
My arms.
Bri!
Chisom
