Category: Poetry

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Papa’s Field

  Tonight, I’m a little girl again. On a reverie to the days my soul was free, And my feet danced carefree To the rhythm of the wind; I find myself in Papa’s field...

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Finding God

1. ask and it shall be given unto you, seek and ye shall find, knock and the door will be open 2. the tomb which was sealed with a stone, laid open, why do...

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WHEN FEELINGS BLOSSOM

Does it always have to visit? I mean, that season of the year when feelings blossom like lilies in the field, When heavy downpours Make mockery of our single status In cold and lonely...

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Laraba

Laraba, She that was born On a Wednesday, What will you do, When the fires starts to burn, When the harmattan wind Blows the hot coal Into a raging bushfire? I wish fires were...

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You Wrote My Story

My first cry could’ve won a Grammy If mum has taken her massive tummy To a recording studio Where sophisticated gadgets would’ve captured with great pleasure, My first live performance For posterity’s consumption.  ...