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There Was A Country
#EndSARS By Keyinde Afolayan on November 2, 2020 in Focus, Poetry There Was A Country And there we sat, in a street littered not with dirt or sewage but with chunks of two-day old carcass, flanked by much older bones. The street smelled of life and death alternatively. “What is dead may never die,” we echoed. Our seats were made of leather gotten from human skins. Our legs were positioned comfortably on dried blood and fat.
Ariyo A Rasheed Adebayo: Two Poems
#EndSARS By Ariyo A Rasheed Adebayo on October 30, 2020 in Focus, Poetry SARSAPARILLA There are fairytales being told under the night’s moonlight. Tales as bright as a lone star in the very heart of darkness, Like the root of sars that struck 9ja like a stray thunder. Roots as deep but of sweet fragrances that lures its prey- to having a sour drink from the poison of its cruel nectar.
Ellen LaFleche: Two Poems
Selected by Alexis Rhone Fancher, Poetry Editor By Ellen LaFleche on October 28, 2020 in Main Posts, Poetry A history of my five senses while sheltering alone during the 2020 pandemic lockdown Smell: Goulash on the burner. Beef, paprika, Vidalia onions shiver in the pot. I hover over the stove, inhale the sizzle of garlic cloves browning in butter. My lace curtains sigh like lungs, exhale the scent of mown grass and lilacs. I marinate in a hot bath while the stew simmers on low.
Shehu Mubarak Sulaiman
#EndSARS By Shehu Mubarak Sulaiman on October 28, 2020 in Main Posts, OUR WORLD, Poetry So They Came Out They got tired of being fed lies for breakfast, empty promises as dinner, got tired of seeing the fate of their tomorrow, tossed in the bin to some needless war and killing They got tired of being ruled as servants, of seen as miscreants of SARS, beating them to stupor even when their hands are clean They got tired of being told there is a future, when tomorrow only favours the rich, while...
"Hourglass" - Cultural Weekly
Hourglass I miss him It’s like there are five strings and all but one is broken The one that remains is so strong it keeps me from crying And to those who have lost theirs they shall still feel the warmth of their father Tagslosspoetryyouth poet About the author Related Posts By Peniel Gifted Why Should We Be Held In Bondage Why should... By David Rigsbee Great Shape Kisses: A Sonnet by Donald... By Lauren Camp Leather World, This Bird, This Sky I came...
Emily Clark ventures into poetry with Art Triumphant
Poetry Review By Bill Cushing on October 28, 2020 in Poetry, Spotlight Emily Robin Clark’s title for her first collection poems, Art Triumphant, seems fitting.
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