I have lost myself in DREAMING
I still spend moments alone without MEANING
It's been 17years, 11months since we both LEFT
Our childhood memories is all that is LEFT
I still have you in my photographic memory, yes I REMEMBER
But I did not get a touch from you in SEPTEMBER
Each thought I have of you makes a fallen angel
And every step they make back only makes them human
This isn't what I want, so I think of us in dreams
I am only a poet, I was born this way
This isn't a love poem, it only show us the way
I once waited for you yesterday to COME
But now we still go our separate ways in TURN
I am sending this poem into the open sky TODAY
Click into my heart if only you want a PLAY
I have lost myself in DREAMING
I still spend moments alone without MEANING
Memoir of a childhood friend
FOOTNOTE
This poem was written
1st December, 2010
At about 3am
Sunday, 19 April 2015
WEEKEND SPECIAL: A LETTER TO A CHILDHOOD FRIEND I (Inspired By A True Life Event) By Olu Jacobs
Memoir of a childhood still FLOWS
And I am in between a thin red line, only God KNOWS
I whisper without a voice in the rainy DAYS
I am thinking of us in so many WAYS
Since we were lost, it's been 16years, 3months, 2weeks, 9hours, 37seconds, for all I REMEMBER
But when you finally do, please wake me up in SEPTEMBER
Dear friend, this is a letter to YOU
And a reflection of my heart in BLUE
Tell ZOBEZE LISA I was there when you were BORN
And poetry is the only reason I BURN
FOOTNOTE:
This poem was written
17th April, 2009
At 11:40pm
(Dates are very important to me)
And I am in between a thin red line, only God KNOWS
I whisper without a voice in the rainy DAYS
I am thinking of us in so many WAYS
Since we were lost, it's been 16years, 3months, 2weeks, 9hours, 37seconds, for all I REMEMBER
But when you finally do, please wake me up in SEPTEMBER
Dear friend, this is a letter to YOU
And a reflection of my heart in BLUE
Tell ZOBEZE LISA I was there when you were BORN
And poetry is the only reason I BURN
FOOTNOTE:
This poem was written
17th April, 2009
At 11:40pm
(Dates are very important to me)
KISSES By Esther Esuga
Kisses
Lips , tongue
Reaching , moving, locking
Kisses are simply mesmerizing
French
#CinquainPoetry
Lips , tongue
Reaching , moving, locking
Kisses are simply mesmerizing
French
#CinquainPoetry
WEEKEND SPECIAL: 2 SIDES OF A COIN By Clement Aghedo
Flip me up and I land on a side
Will it be the good or the bad; do you mind?
Ravaging thoughts engulf my soul
But still I think bliss and debunk the heart of coal
I am I who is not me
I have the eyes which you do not see
Am I black?
Am I white?
Am I sour like a bottle of red wine?
Flip me up and I land on a side
Will it be on my face, what if on my
back?
Hades or Zeus, either way I'm a god
Villain or victor, I'll still get an applaud
All there is, is not all that is
But all it is gives gives way to all that will be
If there was no hate, we wouldn't need love
If there was no devil, would we have God?
What if right was wrong and wrong was right?
Would killing be fun and darkness be light?
What if Isis was The Church and The Roman Catholic a terrorist group?
Would The Pope against Obama plan a coup?
There are two sides of a coin
YOU CHOOSE...
Will it be the good or the bad; do you mind?
Ravaging thoughts engulf my soul
But still I think bliss and debunk the heart of coal
I am I who is not me
I have the eyes which you do not see
Am I black?
Am I white?
Am I sour like a bottle of red wine?
Flip me up and I land on a side
Will it be on my face, what if on my
back?
Hades or Zeus, either way I'm a god
Villain or victor, I'll still get an applaud
All there is, is not all that is
But all it is gives gives way to all that will be
If there was no hate, we wouldn't need love
If there was no devil, would we have God?
What if right was wrong and wrong was right?
Would killing be fun and darkness be light?
What if Isis was The Church and The Roman Catholic a terrorist group?
Would The Pope against Obama plan a coup?
There are two sides of a coin
YOU CHOOSE...
WEEKEND SPECIAL: THE FIREFLY By Jerry Okooboh (O'Jerry)
I dreamt a dream and in it everything was nothing
And the thickness of the darkness was daunting
I craved a knife to cut through the palpable darkness
So I could move an inch, but it was like a mile's vastness
Then suddenly in this nothingness I saw him
His luminous self lighting up my black dream
He was a firefly and his light brought respite to my aching eyes
"My name is Hope" he said, as my eyes grew bigger with surprise
..................................................................................
She has my heart but another's got hers
Not the firefly please, I mean the fair lass
When I had my chance, perhaps I lagged
But that other swooped in and his he grabbed
Instead of racing against time I would stand
Because I thought in my hourglass I had sand
But as I would painfully find out and for which I now suffer
All the while, my hourglass in it had water
When I spoke to her, she told me she was spoken for
Now the pain in my heart has become an open sore
And I feel hard done-by by time, distance and fate
Alas! All is lost! All is gone and all I feel for her must abate
But the firefly taught me about the light at every tunnel's end
"No white flags yet" he said; "In me you have a friend"
He said to hold on to him and no more in the darkness grope
He said to hold on to the glimmer on his butt and never let go of "Hope"
And the thickness of the darkness was daunting
I craved a knife to cut through the palpable darkness
So I could move an inch, but it was like a mile's vastness
Then suddenly in this nothingness I saw him
His luminous self lighting up my black dream
He was a firefly and his light brought respite to my aching eyes
"My name is Hope" he said, as my eyes grew bigger with surprise
..................................................................................
She has my heart but another's got hers
Not the firefly please, I mean the fair lass
When I had my chance, perhaps I lagged
But that other swooped in and his he grabbed
Instead of racing against time I would stand
Because I thought in my hourglass I had sand
But as I would painfully find out and for which I now suffer
All the while, my hourglass in it had water
When I spoke to her, she told me she was spoken for
Now the pain in my heart has become an open sore
And I feel hard done-by by time, distance and fate
Alas! All is lost! All is gone and all I feel for her must abate
But the firefly taught me about the light at every tunnel's end
"No white flags yet" he said; "In me you have a friend"
He said to hold on to him and no more in the darkness grope
He said to hold on to the glimmer on his butt and never let go of "Hope"
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