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The blind man covered in tattoos is being escorted across the street by a barmaid drunk on fumes her shoes leaving sticky impressions every step she takes and talks the things she’s seen all evening – fights that almost took
You’re a scholar, I’m a scholar, and everyone’s a scholar! Similar uniform, “Different coloured tie around the collar” Giant classroom, lessons and tests, “We’re always learning” So many tutorials we attend, “It can be very concerning?” People are busy and
There was once a minister who moved to San Francisco to pastor a little church. The name of that little church was Emmanuel which means “God with us”. There was an atmosphere about that little church that said to strangers
We have heard it all, So and so is a multimillionaire, He began by rearing chicken, Don’t you wonder? How did they reach at the top? Just because of chicken? No! The answer is simple, They didn’t have excuses not
Rains- smells Of dampness and chill, mother’s crispies, grandma’s tea Of coming home, all wet and cold, little pools flooding the floor Of dosas on the stove, day-darkness, drying clothes, A thunder bolt from the darkened skies, Wet feathers and
Dusted and faded, yellowed and cracked Yet overflowing with forgotten life, There are a hundred souls eager to reclaim The mind’s eye from an almost nothing. Quavering beneath the invisible ramparts And the omnipresent tower. Cold to idealism, yet basks
The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, Belongs with an upper-middle class family. Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. She is assimilating the ideas of Shakespeare, Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron… Fluently speaks
(Jesus speaks at Liberty University, Virginia, wearing a T-shirt and jeans.) Now, a lot of you have asked me some very good questions, And a lot of these questions seem to go along the lines of: “Who is God? Is
Our men are slowly drowning in their tears. Labelled weak cos they express their fears. Father said I wasn’t man enough and told me to act tough cos I cried when I touched her cold body Regardless of the situation
And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of
Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?
Good morning and welcome, this is the day, Your life will change, we’ll show you the way, We’ll work together to help you through, So you can do what you’d like to do. So many areas of nursing to choose,
The book is a compendium or a collection of over eighty poems, which address our physical make-up, socio-cultural attitudes about life, African political landscape and its historical past poetically. The first section of the book begins with a simple reflection
All those years I underwent orthodontic care for naught cuz profound gum recession and bone dissolution found me fraught with an angst riddled necessity whence dentures bought or will soon bring relief, where financial cost to me = aught. though
All those years I underwent orthodontic care for naught ‘cuz profound gum recession and bone dissolution found me fraught with angst riddled necessity whence dentures bought or will soon bring relief, where financial cost to me = aught. though grievous
Getting late on a wet and cold winter’s night, it was a quarter to eleven We had been enjoying the festive holiday since ten past seven Deliciously baked cookies were beckoning from the oven Everyone hoped they would taste like
Lines on forehead are deepening. No signs of abatement of fire in our bellies. The hunger we inherited is only comforting the mouthless. Broken laughs. Strange bedfellows chopping off the murals from the lips. A body rots, stinks. Maggots fly.
Sometimes lurking in corner. Sometimes tumbling down endlessly, and sometimes with frozen smile immolating oneself before an idol to be. He danced imprisoned in a glass case whole life. Overcoming the pretentious inhibition to stand naked in dimlights of arguments.
Through tears and fights, through smiles, I knew everything Would be alright. Through love and hate, through betrayal and debate, For you I would always have faith. We are friends I got your back you got mine, I’ll help you
The smoke rises from the house, You know that there is fire & a spouse. When you see the footprints on the sand, Someone has passed you just understand. Fast moving trains,running cars & trams, Make your belief that someone
Amidst of joyous merriment sitting lonesome in solitude Own shadow as company at a tether’s end fortitude With none of any inclination for any indulgence to ignite Reminiscing all times of yore with so much there to excite Am sure
wind in late summer hitting like a shoulder under your chin its whole muscular body propelling you toward no one knows there’s a frantic mating windchimes so long dormant shivering with triplets all the cats narrow their eyes slink into
In the catacombs of Ares there’s an ancient liar of Dragons on the dark side of Mars, savage and giant creatures with enormous and powerful wings and with the beating of their wings cause great sand storms, blocking out all
Waiting for a chaste bread, whole life under the moon, to speak off the inconsistency of happiness, with a monologue of a needle in eyes for a madness of sublime verse. Canoeing in a frozen lake for a stranded rose,
No anchors. I was not seeking a blind spot in shadows of the wall, standing on a hot, glistening, obsidian, wearing only death-gloves of pink body, the caked fronds of a fossil-name, inviting the rain to wet the brown grass
Sunsets have oft been just sunsets to me, Till we saw them as your hands clasp to mine, And thereafter all skies we ever see, Sunset or no sunset, became all fine; How like sunset is, to the falling tide,
Two young couples getting engaged marks the planning of their dream life Marriage between the couple and their union in twilight sets the beginning of their dream Parenthood becomes the most cherished episode of their dream Stage by stage Growth
You have given up Laid down your arms Whilst thinking that you are Still fighting, still going strong You have been blinded By the antithesis of love So much so that now you don’t even know Your ass from your
Credulous and Innocent, Dewy eyed and Trusting, Free of evils and moral wrongs, A Facade came by abusing and accusing, Now I Know “The Wolf in Sheep’s clothing” Sensitive and Assailable, Tripping on words that read adore, Cruel intentions, Ulterior
The dark shadows will one day envelop the entire sky, no one will ever dare to fly, with the darkness rising above us, we will be always watched by the devil’s eye. someday, somehow, someone might rise, a prince will