Poem | Cold

The streets are frozen empty with the cold
The harsh ball of winter sun
Burns through the clouds
But not enough to warm us surface dwellers
Even mammals have a hard time being warm-blooded
Creatures scurry from place to place
Strategically looking for shelter from the ripping winds
A feral cat snuck into the newly empty house across the street
My husband and I did a mad dance to get her out
Torn between wanting to be kind
And needing to keep the place presentable
We showed her the door several times
Before she got the message
I feel like one of those mustachioed landlords
Evicting the poor widow woman in those serials.

Poem | Ten Year

I Once Knew A Woman
Her Name Is Evelyn
Her Primary Concern Is More
Than The Book Of Ruth and Esther
Evelyn Is Possess Of That Melody
That Beams Forth Sound Heavenly
She's Wonderful, Hands-On
Generous And Unselfish
Utterly Without Prejudice
I Witnessed This Woman
Been Hit Mercilessly
In The Mourning So Early
The Marriage Bells
Sings A Song
She Couldn't Help
But To Sing Along
From The Spoils Of Her Lungs
She Reeks Of The Stench
Of Domestic Violence
Silence. . .
The Act Of Her Essence
For The Whisper She Stole
In Her Penance
The Further The Pain
She Incur With Menace
And I Be Wondering
Looking Into Her Eyes Like
"I'm Sorry, Sister You Wrong
Your Memory's Replaying It All
It's Written On The Wall
It Could Be The Flight Of Your Fall"
Heaven You Deem
All That She See Or Seem
A Thought Within A Thought
Her Heart Is In Her Boot
As She Lingers On
Her Aura He Pollute
She's Left With
No Choice But
To Play The Victim
And The Villain:
Being Subjected
To An Action Without
Producing A Reaction
She "Trust And Obey"
But He Lacks Goodwill
She Abide With Him Still
In The Marital Spill
That Looks Good Visibly
But Fails Miserably
Paradoxically
Creating A Paradox
He-a-Scheme
A Ponzi Scheme
Built On Deceit
And Lies By Him
ILL At Ease
He Bears Ill will
Towards Her
Enforced To Mourn His Scars
In His Lax Conduct Of Perfidy
Being Steadfast In Her Faith
Armed With Her Spiritual Bellicosity
Evelyn's Piety Led The Battle
To The War Room
But Still Her Agony Looms
The Tears Falling Off From
Her Fine Cheeks Blooms
Trickles. . .
Ridicules. . .
His Touches Fickles
She Pressed On Earnestly
Merrily, Merrily, Merily
He Preys On That Feels
Battered Her At Will
Treated Her Raw
Constantly Yelling At Her
Pulling Her By The Hair
Dragged Her Quietly
She Cried Silently
He Raped Her Dreams Violently
To Prove How Cold Hearted
Of A Man He Is
Now She's Feeling Shallow
Empty And Cold
What Manner Of Man
Would Breathe With
Heart Of Steel?
That Which Stretches
From Mile-To-Mile
Has Lost Its Space In Time
Of Smile-To-Smile
What If. . .
Unlike Adam and Eve
He's Been Healed Of Reef
She's Bereaved
Of The Old Him
Proclaimed At The Altar
For Ten Years Now
Walking Accordingly
She Don't Wanna Falter
Second In Rank
Equal In Order
She's Not Delusional
She's In A Convulsed Flame
That Burns Her
In A State So Rare
She Couldn't Be Heard
Over The Blare
Heaven Give Me Voice
(She Cries To The Skies
Because She's Lonely And Scared)
To Tell What I'm Feeling
To Fill Up This Space I'm Needing
Oh, Heavens
Let My Plea Reach You
This Desperation
Could Cease My
Heart From Racing
The Devil Followed Her
His Darkness Swallowed Her
Only The Devil Showed Up
Because God Wasn't There
The Untoward Future
The Splitting Overture
Dandling Her Soul

Poem | Blood

Blood! Blood! Blood!

The echo of gory scene
re-occuring in our neighborhood
flashing before the
eyes of little children
women and men

The state of insurgency
puts us in a chokehold

We cry for peace as we
sit beside and look the
next man or woman
grieve to pieces

Soaking the Land in red
stiffening our conscience
with fear of whom will
carry the cross of atonement
to appease the future.

Poem | Hope

Hope! Hope! Hope!

Another virtue been murdered
by the light of darkness
covering the Rock where
all-power is seated - there
you find commercial men
of self-interest in active
duty of looting public fund.

Hope! Hope! Hope!

Another virtue been kidnapped
by grey-and-frail political leaders;
oh poor youth hopeless of ransom.
The bone and flesh of freedom
been set up with unrighteous calling.

Hope! Hope! Hope!

I see nothing in sight but chaos
whenever I search for peace in
the eyes of that 12yo boy living
his fears under Oshodi bridge

Hope! Hope! Hope!

That punctured the innocence of
that little girl begging to stay alive
in the face of uncertainty.

Hope! Hope! Hope!

Where are you in the presence
of HOPE as you and I seek
refugee in strange Land?

Hope wouldn't answer to us
because she's been silence
with the force of a gun.

Hope… is you and I!

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