Fullsome Moon

I swallowed the moon

[Hallowed]

Opened my orifice so wide

It slit and split

[Hallowed]

But I swallowed the moon fullsome

[Hallowed]

Whole and bright

I swallowed moon

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Hues Of Bliss

It’s a place familiar,

It’s a past that shimmers,

It’s a memory that taunts,

It’s a tale that flaunts,

It’s a secret uncovered,

It’s a charm severed,

It’s a new chapter,

It’s the happy ever after.

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QUEEN UNTORN YET

Simple days

When I would sit up a ndare tree

Throw down black, green and red berries

And watch my kalongolongo playmates

Plummet, bite and pinch eyes

Graze bottoms and thighs

For the sweet and sour spoils

Simple days

When I was queen

Sitted on a high and mighty throne

Queen Untorn Yet,

"Jolly,  my subjects!

If the berries be not enough,

Eat, eat the dirt"

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Pining away

Smiles and happy times bring you to mind,

The one that got away,

Sincere friendship suddenly iced,

Baptized human relations’ complexities

Your minds’ excesses once enthralled me,

And begged for mine to fly,

Though masked in vagueness,

T’was special, you should know,

As it pours in the streets,

Poignant memories tug at my heart,

I resent these recollections,

And the emotions they conjure inside me,

As I scold myself for how I think I wronged you,

Wise whispers hark back the reality

That much time has passed,

And the complexities have turned grave,

Some wrongs can never be exonerated,

This loss saddens me

For such camaraderie visits not so often

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Bored Poet

That my mind and heart can’t channel out anything fresh is a cramp,

The voices that clatter inside still resonates the same tunes, pity!

for melancholy has clothed every idea and inspiration, its utter shame!

Frustrates my ego all the more,

Thus I refrain from communion with the pen,

till a novelty rakes my insides,

and I burst with freshness as of spring

till I cease from being so bored with my own thoughts

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Transgression

I loved a selfish man,
paid in kind for my transgression,
with his cruelty too much to bear,
my love has mutated to hate,
and it burns as sulphuric, 
at the walls of my heart,




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THE MAGDALENE

Portrayed her dispensation to evil

Contorted and confused my good intention

Wore my Cross of Strength in a shameful public parade

Blew permanganate into my face

Letting rivers violet and warm flow

Breaking the banks of my face

The sparkly dew at dawn

She wiped dry with sack cloth

Gagged the chirping birds with dead leaves

And I, she left me on my knees

Worn out by the deed of the night

My broken fingers raised in bashful submission

“Magdalene,” sung a dry throat

Drifting into mid morning slumber

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