spilledwoords
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Tag: life-and-living
Dreamland
Dreamland’s gate is not lockedeven those betrothed to miseryride in the delight of the Wright brothershug princes in a wanton relishrevel in well-styled buffetwhile their empty bowels groan timidly. Dreamland’s gate is not locked,a land lush in lithospheric beautyof bright hues spread vastlyseparated by… Continue Reading “Dreamland”
MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (4)
Born Again Papa is born againthis new spirit in him –crinkled eyes, fading skinbald-head, graying side-burnsis dogged. Many thirty-year-olds or even lessare responsive, like Lydia was to Paulthis good news –Money, Power, and Confidencewhich were elusive at tender years. It is difficult and different… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (4)”
MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (3)
Flipping the Script A fortnight,Like his siblings before himMy youngest son will be leaving homeTo lead a life of his cravingMy father, my aunts, my cousinsToo many dear friends are deadI’m on calcium pills to saveMy wasting bones from Osteoporosis –A last-ditch effort to… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (3)”
MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (1)
This week we explore five poems highlighting a crisis older adults go through. A phase when falling health distorts their anatomy or worst a stage some feel they could be happier by making adverse changes in their life, and they feel the urge to… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (1)”
…A KINDLY DEED
I was his stepson, not his son and yet Though things were none too easy, I regret That I did little for the one who brought Me up. When, at the end, he sought To put off death’s approach, it was for me. So… Continue Reading “…A KINDLY DEED”
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4 It was the stuff of a satire, were it not painfully true. Nnenne sat silently on a black-spotted Ankara patterned sofa surrounded by chattering friends and coworkers. She and a handful of friends at Lolo’s urging – her childhood friend and workmate, had gathered at her residence to celebrate a hard-fought promotion greeted with […]
