A Teenager’s Angst

Summers, vacations

Are real and uncertain

Lives start and end here

Friendship

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A rmed with nothing but love in their hearts
M en of little reckon dare us to conquer our hate and prejudice
I lls that threaten to mar us to extinction
T hese malignancies must like a gangrene be severed, or
Y ank us off life, they will.

Foreign Country….by Kathryn Owen

The past is a foreign country
No boundaries
Except my own limitations
No passport required
Adventures take me to places
Of delights and darkness
Each night I travel
To yet another country

The future was just a dream
Of existence
Travelling distances
Of time and space
People I meet along the way
Some just pass by
Others stay a while and walk
With me, sharing my time there

Some sadly depart,
Our souls entwined
For but a moment, 
Lingering, living, laughing,
Until the time comes to depart,
The last kiss, 
The last touch,
The last smile.

I hope our paths will cross
Again in the future.
Postcard memories I hold
Within my heart, 
At times I take them out
And ponder them,
I can never go back
To those foreign lands,

Some best forgotten,
Best left behind,
Always moving forward,
Never back
I’m a foreigner speaking a language
Of emotion and sentiment, 
Of pain and anguish, 
Of desires and disappointments.

Have I seen you along the way?
Have I yet to meet you?
Are you here with me now?
Walk with me, let’s chat a while
And share postcards,
Stay with me
And let’s travel together
In this foreign country of ours.

Immortal….by Iheanyi Idimogu

Immortality is one subject I don’t like to discuss because people understand it differently.

However, I’m certain, that that moment when the one person who is the princess/prince of your dreams first smiles at you and introduces themselves to you – that moment is truly unforgettable. 😇😍💖💗

This is captured in today’s poem by my friend Iheanyi Idimogu.

Iheanyi is a Lagos – based lawyer. He loves to write. I’m seeing here, too, that he’s quite the incurable romantic. ☺

Enjoy.

Immortal
When the last page is done
and the great Book closed
men shall sigh and recount histories
 
Kings that held the breath of men
and queens who sauntered in beauty
of artistes that immortalized lives
and viziers swaying between the lines of genius and madness
 
Somewhere without the gild of these marbles
a line or none may tell of you
and another or none for me
 
But cast in purest beauty
is the hour you smiled at me
and told me who you were
 

Just What If….

Today’s guest post is from my adorable “weirdo” Amity. 🙂 I just love her writes. They leave you thinking and wondering….who really is Amity? And when you think you’ve begun to understand, she wows you by introducing her alien friends (her muses I suppose), who often decide if, when and what she writes. 🙂

Don’t we just love Amity?

Messieurs et dames, here is Amity, doing what she knows to do best – wow us. 🙂

Just What If….

What if black was really white and white green?
Would it make a difference?
Would the black mamba be as gentle as a dove?

What if the sky was green and grasses blue?
Would it change the force of nature?
Would the sun wither in season?

What if your skin was red and mine pink?
Would we love more?
Would there be peace in the world?

What if the rainbow was colourless and the butterflies grey?
Would the rain still know when to stop?
Would life still be beautiful?

Just what if…?

Finding Me…..by Me

This next guest post is by The Short Black Girl, who simply wants to be known as Me.  Me writes from her soul and you can tell she has a beautiful heart. In this poem about self-discovery, you will meet her and perhaps understand that all of us have our foibles, no matter what facade we exude. Enjoy!

Finding Me

_{In moments of wait,}

_{When I, turned up}

_{Against the ticking clock,}

_{Tick- tock, tick- tock,}

_{Grow scared and weary,}

_{Alone, and forgotten,}

_{Waiting for hope,}

_{Waiting for joy,}

_{Waiting for love,}

_{And promises and dreams;}

_{I suck on breath,}

_{Yet I wait to die–}

 

_{I am always waiting;}

_{For inchoation, for the end.}

_{Through cacophonic melodies}

_{Chaos and peace}

_{Dawn turns to dusk}

_{Hide, seek; moments become memories.}

_{So I get lost sometimes}

_{In the endless wait;}

_{Who was I, who am I,}

_{And even tomorrow,}

_{Will I matter?}

 

_{More questions, and I wait}

_{Again. Waiting is lonely,}

_{And Change empties me,}

_{Yet I wait, again and again–}

_{For the excitement of anticipation}

_{The numbness of uncertainty,}

_{The chance of a new beginning,}

_{Alone, by myself.}

_{Because people}

_{Take away the magic–}

_{Of the frantic heartbeat}

_{And the wrecking nerves,}

_{The praying lips}

_{And the eyes, awake and keen.}

 

_{I wait,}

_{For every time I get lost}

_{In the sudden swiftness of change}

_{I find myself a little bit more.}

Oasis

You are my oasis from a day unmarked
Where I seep on some hot days
Times I fear the water may dry
You waiver also, when you look into my eyes
To stop your own fears

But when I hold your hands under the shade
Grateful for these moments
I try not to worry the water may dry
Like this world, waiver and fault
But it is fear, fear dries the eternal
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A poem by Iheanyi C. Idimogu
Iheanyi is a Lawyer, based in Lagos, Nigeria
He loves to write.

My Chevron

It is plain – this place
Beautiful nonetheless
Glorified by your presence
Your halo – light enough
Your silence –  it speaks to me
Music enough to calm me down
I’m a soldier in life’s battles
Your hand – my adorning chevron

Skin

 

This skin that you bare
Speaks thousands to me
Your gait’s so enchanting
Too good to be true
Too good is your charm
My alarm has set off
What if you’re not mine?
And for you I’m sport
What if we were never
For each other meant?
And that dreaded day comes
When you shed your skin
The real “you,” you make known
To my own dismay
And of my own misery
You drink to your fill
So ‘ere you get comfortable
In your very own skin
Just know I won’t let you
Get under my skin

Away

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Away with love
And away with its lies
A way it is
Of feeding me the highs

Away with hate
I’ll forgive one more time
There ne’er was time to die
Than the moment of truth

Away with cheer
This fairy make-up tale
The ruse contrived
To keep me in limbo

Away with sorrow
Else, away with life
Of what use is the life
That ne’er was lived at all