spilledwoords
“Poetry burns in our hearts with the passionate heat of a lover’s embrace.”
Tag: love-and-romance
Love Is a Child
Love is a child; it beliefs fairy tales –pleasantries, fantasies, and happy endings.Love is a believer; it blots out reasoninflicts its wounds with unfathomable sensibilityafoot, light-headed it condones deceits’ daring –you can make a man out of an ape.A Rake; can be reformed to… Continue Reading “Love Is a Child”
Hello
I wish I had known betterat tender years,we laughed together didn’t meanwe laughed for the same reason.I have paid the price –so many unseen tears, many wet pillowsaltho’ both are born to unlike clime:Men n’ Women, Love n’ DeceitI have promised myselfI’ll not ask… Continue Reading “Hello”
My Lonely Pillow
Oh! My lonely – lonely – lonely Pillow!My head droops o’er you like the willow. Where is my love – my lover?Is it her my dreary dreams discover? Must my head ache where her gentle brow lay?While long nights sail lovelessly and slowly. Oh!… Continue Reading “My Lonely Pillow”
SBS
Rancor n’ acrimony,envy n’ jealously,quarreling n’ cursingclamps her in an embrace. She’s a captive –a willing devotee then,an unwilling convert nowshe has thrown her heart to wedlock. What convinced her or her likesof this affection, this sparky affairtoxic to its recipient n’ its bearerI… Continue Reading “SBS”
2 am
2 am; wild awake, in this vast house possessed with echoes, I can hear still your words in the stillness of the night. On this empty bed loneliness now dwell where you took my innocence, I now recount our affair – loud and fierce.… Continue Reading “2 am”
Beyond Harmattan
Beyond Harmattan’s cold in December If we had an evening to spend – alone Would we enjoy bottles of Laughter’s wine, You weaving me into your arms, I in your bosom? Would you savor my lips with your velvet pout as I taste ‘ts… Continue Reading “Beyond Harmattan”
I Love You
I I recall your soft lips’ touch on mine its sweet tongue and pleasures given. This I couldn’t resist but relish still as I write this verse I can’t say – “I love you”. II Those fancy words can hardly tell what my half-ripe… Continue Reading “I Love You”
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Dark Clouds
Dark clouds hover over us latelyone of such has cleared – Iberiberism.When we were about to enjoy blue skies again,another cloud sets in – Hopeism. With faith borne out of decades of resiliencein due time this too will clear“How can you be confident about this outcome?”Weather-beaten optimism asks,we’ve overcome adversities – Otokoto in 1996. We’ll […]
Love Is a Child
Love is a child; it beliefs fairy tales –pleasantries, fantasies, and happy endings.Love is a believer; it blots out reasoninflicts its wounds with unfathomable sensibilityafoot, light-headed it condones deceits’ daring –you can make a man out of an ape.A Rake; can be reformed to be celibatelike Byron was to Annabella, Bill to Hilary.Love is a […]
My Captain, My Captain
My Captain! My Captain, my Captain!Hoist this pink flag! Sail this full-rigged vesselpoint your compass to my true-southprop me up on the deck, spread me wide.Set sail; set your propeller throttling –this cruise I’ll revel – god, what a voyagehow the motion, the appeasing waves of the searock me back n’ forth, from relish to […]
Godfather
Homegrown, privileged – a handful of men;organized, they extract rents, pull stringscajole everyone for their own selfish goodat an expense that’s unfathomably gruesome.Proceeds of public good they keep at bayonly for the welfare of family and cronies‘whom-you-know’ and ‘whom-you-can-sway’ –is their mantra insomuch aspower, wealth, and laurels are theirsand their surrogates alone.Good, God! Save me […]
Orange Room
In her striptease, wornas inept as a mini without panties;in this orange room – a private lounge,stereo blasting, teenagers barely legal –serving sparkling wine, topless n’ carefree.Illuminated on the neon podiumher body oscillating to Fela’s Afrobeatshe took prisoners effortlessly by her –swaying luscious hips, caressed ribcageand licked red-tinted lips, stained with lust;in this uproar, who […]
