Daily Archives: November 7, 2013

Projection Moulding

They say we grow into ourselves! Though that suggests we have to grow into something To fill in the space of something bigger than what we are, As if we’re currently too small to fit into our surroundings, Looking towards … Continue reading

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Sides

Life may not be fair Amongst this uneven world.   Being at odds with everything That turns out to be nothing.   Becoming discontented by what we’re not While compensated by what we’ve got.   Preparing ourselves for any tale … Continue reading

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The Power and the Power

There’s those who want to fix the world And those who’re fixing the world. There’s those who buy it And those who don’t buy it. Commemorating the suit, Not those in the soot With the world on their shoulders And … Continue reading

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Cursed love

Elixir, the begetter of a merchant’s fortune Music of love, an expired tune Whisky, the comforter of a broken heart While memories spurn to depart   Actions are slow and quiet Thoughts unable to kick the bucket Roses wither alongside … Continue reading

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Unhappy Endings

Unwanted pregnancies bewildered by untamed penises Conclusions render hope of conceiving babies Blanketed, misfortuned skin toned in worthy appearance And bewitching dreams blemished by disparaging reality   Scepticism of mind on elusive presence of love Despairing hearts provoked upon waiting … Continue reading

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Magnificent Sight

Fireflies in the night Moving towards the moonlight Magnificent sight Emmanuel Akor

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Ode to Punica Granatum

I As I carve into you I’m reminded of Holy Wars This drought-tolerant beauty. Your thick skin around your core like faces cracked from the sun Your white, astringent pulp, powers the Ayurveda system warding off disease. Your seeds, purple … Continue reading

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A Chateau of Bums and Drags

Like a wildflower the people here are hard-workers but show no improvement. The constant chatter, the defining noise It seems they come and go just like weeds. They don’t die, or fade with the wind. They can be like flies … Continue reading

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A Strange Confabulation

I ponder heavily, My pen lies in Assiduous wait, Its nib protruding Like fangs unleashed.   Strenuous contemplation takes over. ‘I am master of myself’, I thunder. Why then, does my slave-engineered brain Refuse to create?   Thoughts, ideas, impressions … Continue reading

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Gravitating Conundrums

She linked her fingers to his, While walking down the Smoke-filled street. He let her clutch them, Bristling slightly, involuntarily. The lurid streetlights Glared askance at the Dark silhouettes Presenting an optical illusion, Appearing to merge into one. They spoke … Continue reading

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