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Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Enigma

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Ududua Ajirioghene Odirivere

Enigma

You don't know me,
You don't see me,
I am the ranging storm,
I blow alike as the hurricane,
Enjoy my presence, love my absence,
I lay my worth so you know,
But care less if you don't.

In the line of men,
In the gaze of longitude,
I keep you in mind,
I learn your ways,
I look at my lead..

Oh thy mystery be covered for the TRUTH,
My will shall sharp and stray thy SOUL

...we all know it

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Raising

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Ududua Ajirioghene Odirivere

Raising

Drain me, Desert me, Abandon me,
It hurts my raising
It's beauty builds a bloom Success
I am flying in your vision.
I am blue in your sight

I yeast your conscience
I ice your heart,
I plague your reality,
I have a lot above
I knee to grace of low gods
I live to the Almighty,

I am above the clouds,
I am the silver knight,
I possess a armour of all around me,

I am a thousand voice,
I am housed in a million souls,
I evade all,But blessed as a gift.

Phase Two

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Lost

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Ududua Ajirioghene Odirivere

Lost

This isn't a word,its is a vision
The main crust of a saddled soul
Its a kind gesture of uncertainty
A heart lost in the world

Standing in the center of the Bermudian
Every action being judged by precedence
Let me show you the way over lost
This vision seems blu
I cant find my way out

I denote being taking away
Its fetal and dark amidst the light
Trenton pumps my heart ablaze
Ode to the wind of the cold noon

I wish not found to you
I lost not warmth to be bitter
Life of a painter without a brush
I rush to the cardinal,astray of the wide

Do not look at me because no sight no vision
Having judged all but a path
I see a mast in thy eyes

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Black Nigeria

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Ududua Ajirioghene Odirivere

Black Nigeria

Once a dream begging for freedom
now a reality begging for liberation
The pigment of black civilization
Wealth is a meal prepared with the tears of the privileged

I see as far as i am,
buried in the ashes of poor growth,
A tale of the nagger stays short,
were illiterates speak with a loose mouthpiece,
were i live with my hands on my head,
My Soul to mouth,
A day for a knife and bread,
Another for the morn of sweet,

I see graduates asking for a clocks,
As the future is now,
Make hail they say because the sun stopped shinning,
for my lamp is short of oil,
Just like in Xenadu- kubla khan said it flows but my vision is dull now,

Change is when you have changed,
For is there no morals for being different,
A preacher is as good as his book of salvation,
For his follower would soon build a tower of stone against his WISDOM

change!

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Poetry

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

okayindigo

Poetry

My mother was a writer.
I remember her,
papers spread out upon a bed sheet in the sand,
stacked pebbles protecting her work from the wind
as I made drip-castles at the water's edge
and braided crowns from wild poppies.
I would run to her so she could
rub grape sunscreen into my sandy shoulders
and I asked her once,
“Mama,
is that poetry?”
and she said “No little one,
you are poetry,
this only tries to be.”
and I thanked her,
and ran back to the water
to search for flat stones to skip,
and thought no more of poetry.

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Poets are...

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Randy Mcpeek

Poets are...

Poets are..
Forgetful. But they remember everything. They forget appointments,and what time dinner is.But they remember what you wore,and how you smelled…
On that first date.
They remember every story you've ever told them- like ever. But forget what you just said.
They don't remember to water the plants,or to take out the trash. But they don't forget how to make you laugh.
Poets are forgetful.
Because...they are busy remembering the important things. Like how to love someone with all their heart.

Randy McPeek

#remembering #loving #forgetful #imapoet

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Poet's Sanctuary

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Sjr1000

Poet's Sanctuary

Of all the places
she sought to hide
She only found one
safe place inside
in dancing images
where the poetry
resides.

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

I Ain't Going Out On This Note!

Oct 2016 Ovi-Odiete

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

I Ain't Going Out On This Note!

I'm not a very strong swimmer,
I'm trying really hard
to keep my head above the water.

My soul is exhausted,
my body and my mind
are going through absolute torture.

Me, panicking,
makes it even harder
to stay afloat...

I ain't going out like this!
Hell no!!
I ain't going out on this note!

I'll keep trying to swim
through the rising swells and waves,
I'll paddle and backstroke
my way back to shore,

I'll do what a survivor does,
I'll keep swimming
until I just can't swim no more.

I'm usually as warm and bright
as a little ray of sunshine...

But, lately,
I can't even seem to radiate
as much light as the dimmest glare
of moon shine.

I've been a warrior
all of my life,
my history is my proof,

But I'm not as strong as I once was,
I'm not as resistant as I was in my youth.

I'm gonna make it back to shore.
And if I happen to lose my pen
along the way...
I'll be alright!

I'll write my message in the sand
using my finger - in hope that God in heaven
will read it, and bestow upon me
some mercy, by shinning upon me
some much needed courage,
strength, and light.

By Lady R.F ©2016

I wrote this desperate piece when I left HP.
I wasn't going to post it. It was written only as a release for my emotions (self-therapy) but what the heck! ...here it is.

#anxiety #warrior4life