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Before You Click
Believe me! He is real; but, she doesn’t exist.On your screen, her photo – a deliberate fabricationakin to the menace of malware and Photoshopmanipulated by a jackass in O-Town1 with ill intentis not your moonshot cure to midlife’s loneliness. Her gestures – a sham… Continue Reading “Before You Click”
A Fortnight Today
A fortnight today,they will rationalize their actions –‘Keeping the Peace’and forget what they did. There was no CLAMP DOWN! A fortnight today,their victims would still reminisce;their ordeal they’ll pass on fromfather to child, from siblings to neighbors. There was a CLAMP DOWN! A fortnight… Continue Reading “A Fortnight Today”
Partisan
You, campaign for themspend time, money andenergy to sell them to othersdefy logical arguments to win votes,bear the brunt of waiting endlessly,under very unfriendly weather conditionsto thumbprint, to bequeath them power. They promise to better your lot,swore by their mother’s graves andvowed to offer… Continue Reading “Partisan”
DNA Father
She is, without doubt, home freethe wife of a ‘greener-pasture-seeker’ overseas –men who have chosen to leavethis country than stay home and pay tithesagainst their will to an episcopal curate – Poverty. With a legitimate ring on her fingerhe has yoked her to his… Continue Reading “DNA Father”
Yahoo-boy
My days are spentsleeping, shopping, preening,driving about town in fancy carsand when inclined, have lavish ballswith girls and friends who have fallen formy made-believe lifestyle and deceit. My nights are spent “working”,hitting the keyboard hard and furious,making video calls and sending spam mailsas if… Continue Reading “Yahoo-boy”
Reading A Diary
Sitting on a wooden shelf uncared for, in a red leather jacket emblazoned “1994”; while at housekeeping she flips its dusty pages, with moving lips but inaudible she read to her fill. “Is that supposed to be me – refrigerator built and shrew?” “No,… Continue Reading “Reading A Diary”
Mushroom
Am a mushroom they keep me in the dark and feed me with trash without protest – without rancor I’ve accepted my fate in this rich and unfruitful garden garbage is good for nourishment darkness essential to my survival. Gardener – am that morel… Continue Reading “Mushroom”
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Etiquette
Hearts, like doors, will ope with easeTo very, very little keys,And don’t forget that two of theseAre “I thank you” and “If you please.” Come when you’re called,Do what you’re bid,Close the door after you,Never be chid. Seldom “can’t,”Seldom “don’t;”Never “shan’t,”Never “won’t.” © Anonymous | Spilledwords | 2021
Give Me a Pen and Paper
Give me a pen and paper;leave me the restand words will spill outwithout pre-plan andimprint themselves on a page or two. Give me air and space;watch those words spring upbreathing with lifestories learned, dreams fulfilledplaces traveled, experiences earned. Give me strength and courage;release me from fear of the unknown andthe half-heartedness to send these words […]
An Undone Homework
Good God! I’m like an undone homeworkSubmitted to a tutor by an anxious pupilWho over the weekend had triedYet failed to make headway.Teacher– would you spank me?Mock, flatter, or encourage your pupil?Solve me for me, oh Lord.Or teach me how to do me betterThat the pass mark I may not miss. © Ndidi Ugo- Nkwoala […]
Is There Anything Sweeter?
Is there anything sweeter than these hours of love,when we’re together, and my heart races?For what is better than embracing and fondlingwhen you visit me, and we surrender to delights? If you reach to caress my thigh,I will offer you my breast also —it’s soft; it won’t jab you or thrust you away! Will you […]
Ragged Old Flag
I walked through a county courthouse squareOn a park bench an old man was sitting thereI said, your old courthouse is kinda run downHe said, naw, it’ll do for our little townI said, your old flagpole has leaned a little bitAnd that’s a ragged old flag you got hanging on it He said, have a […]
