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As If On Cue

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They hover at traffic lights; Disperse when the light goes red, As if on cue. With their hands pressed against your window, They look at you; Promise you God will bless you, If you bless them With money. Or with that bottle of water on your seat. Or with that KFC chicken that you bought For your needs, But now feel awkward about; You know where your next meal will, But they do not. You search...

National Poetry Day_Poem 4_Broken into wholeness

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She came
Laid bare my past for me
A loosely traced map
A story
Of bodies upon bodies
Knowing places
No man but one
Should ever know
 
But
 
Could she see
How she was rampaging
Mental spaces? Leaving
Wounds that would last longer
Than broken hymens?
 
She wants to heal me
Fix me
Make me
Whole again
And I don’t know how to tell her
I was whole before she came

National Poetry Day_Poem 3_Ariel

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She opens her mouth Wide Calling out to him Except No words come out   She sacrificed her ability to speak So she could call herself his Answer to his name, become him. Words seemed so trivial then. Lips were meant for kissing, eating, humming   Until there came a time When she had something to say When she needed to be heard   Only, She cannot speak She sacrificed expression For...

National Poetry Day_Poem 2_Love is not a Weed

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‘Love is not a weed, It cannot grow where it please’   Openly assessing the other Eyes wide open It is not a deal conducted blindly.   Ancestry, health, beauty, Class, financial status, education, Sex, age, profession, culture, race, – taking into account it is a deliberate selection to gather what it may love is not a net cast wildly   I learnt today that there are rules...

Mr Lifeguard

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So, I wrote a song today – another work of art inspired by my ex (he really should get some of these rights) and providing me with free therapy. Songwriting is not one of my strongest skills, but I like to try once in a while anyway. (If any musician/singer e.g. Heather Headley, Jhene Aiko, Beyonce etc /producer/song engineer reading this, feels the lyrics and actually wants to turn this...

How To Improve The First Line Of Your Poem

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The first line of a poem is always the hardest for me. It’s the line most in danger of sounding corny, awkward, stilted, flamboyant or simply wrong. So assuming I’m not the only one who often hates the first line of their poem, I have a couple ideas of how to switch your poem up and make your first line strong. Note these suggestions are most effective if you are not working with a strict poetic...

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