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Her efforts to speak was met with another slap. "Shut up when I talking" his voice echoed. Another slap followed, this time the sound was louder. She was pleading for him to stop between her suppressed scream. "Are you still talking?" He barked like one of those hungry wild dogs. "Honey! Honey!!" Ruby started as Bobby's voice broke her trance. "You've been holding that fork midway between the table and your mouth, what's the matter? Is it uncle Jack? What did he say?" "Slow down" Rubby interrupted "it was a beautiful day, uncle Jack and his wife were sweet" she continued as she stretched her left hand and laid it caressingly on his . "Ruby honey, then what's the matter?" He enquired. "Just a recollection of a dreadful past but this evening is too beautiful, I wont ruin it with the detail, maybe another day but for tonight, I can't wait to be in your loving arms" she said with a

The sun had set like it has the passed many yesterdays, John's Mom was back at the same old window looking as far off, the grassy path leading to the house, as her eyes could afford. She sat resting her heavy head in one of her hands, obviously thoughts running marathon on her mind. The announcement on the radio sitting on the cane table feet away distracted her, it was a message signed by Alhaji Muktar announcing his missing son, Sani, since the morning of 17/9/2001. Tears crawled down her wearied face as she wondered "will I ever see John again?"

J'ai ponsé que Je l'aime Oui, Je l'aime toujours Ma soeur la belle Avec un Coeur comme la lune Une sourire comme les etoiles Avec le courâge du chêne Aujourd'ui c'est ta jour Soit beni avec l'amour grand que le Soleil; Amour plus grande que une mer; Paix du ciel; Famille heureux; Je te souhaite tous ce que te veux Soit beni Bonne anniversaire ma belle soeur. Tee2emm

We come and we go The earth still revolves We are born and fated to grow A puzzle only the grave solves Boys grow into men Girls become women Treading a precarious line No one ever makes it to the other loop fine Birth and dead lie juxtapose Like opposite pages of a book The left opens the read, the right brings it to a close Born, we strive to survive but death is all we Brook The sun always dies So the moon may rise Life's but a beautifully designed craft. Learn, love and live for we are like to the wind mere shaft.

It was a wild movie set 7 posters on our rugged wall Captions coined, the soundtrack of our playlet Chally, the best character of us all No spice makes a meal tasty like home Ours was one beating with 10 hearts It was our own little feel of Rome We were a whole in different parts Despite our hurts, we loved Despite our grudges, we held hands An inch at a time we shoved Our aches into our hearts' quick sands Love was the block that fenced our home We were 10 hearts beating as one

Suicide A lifeless body dangling from a string A slit wrist spewing crimson soul The short route into the unknown; Into the womb of the earth Making another casket pregnant The time poured into paving that old path The path to lost dream was starting to promise yield Though slowly but surely . Martin's faked smile and grin was so real Even his reddened eyes glittered from it Concealing the hurt, pain, and despair inside perfectly Did you end your pain and hurt to start mine? Should I string myself from that same window bars? Is suicide the remedy to hurt and pain? I might as well join you soon I bet Helen will joins us too Won't that make a beautiful chain? I'm stuck between blaming you and not blaming you. Mr Martin, Was it me? But I remember my heart kissing yours The shared times to procreate a dream Was it the dream? Was it too big a dream? It was easy It was still a foetus It was easy We could've aborted it It was easy It would've

Yesterday and the day before I skipped evening prayers Those were the last, no more Was it last year or the year before? "Dripping heart" is long over due This year should see it in the store Thought it's been 5 years, but its more Come this 25th of September You'll get roses and many a folklore Was it last year or the year before? "Dripping heart" is long over due This year should see it in the store

"SHE" "....is the magic mat on which I fly deep into the fluffy clouds of fantasy Where only she and I will be Watching our lives unfold Like a golden scroll....." Dropping tomorrow.

Bot's Rang'al is a poem type invented by Thomas Bot (Tee2emm). Bot's Rang'al is a 6 lines poem written in two stanzas; a quatrain and a couplet. The first stanza which has an Abba rhyme pattern are four lines of questions (rhetorical). Line 1 opens with a mention of who/what the questions are directed at. The closing couplet, alliterations with an ee rhyme pattern, is a summary of the reason for the questions in the first stanza or simply a statement/opinion. All lines of the the quatrain must have 12 syllables, while the closing couplet could have less but not more. Example: Death oh death why are you so mean; cruel? Do you have a heart or a mind that feel? Do you find pleasure in the pain you deal? From man-made tools is your best a shovel? Same sad sounds that sends souls sailing Where, why, we will wear wondering

The Beautiful song that suns our quiet night The sweet string that connects our tongues to our hearts Lone lighted lamp that defines a people's might Crested on foreheads like perfect works of arts Lone lighted lamp that defines a people's might Is she the sole horse  that pulls so many carts All arrows aimed at her heart pierces our eyes The Beautiful song that suns our quiet night .

I've dawdled to and fro this virtual room Insomnia still has more hours, my eyes, to groom Morpheus must be on vacation I found this pair of owls eyes in a chocolate jar I should've known better Morpheus most be on vacation I must be, here, alone Down, the dream-wander-land, everyone has gone. Morpheus must be on vacation. One more toss and one more turn Hoping my eyelids begin to, with sleep, burn Morpheus must return from this vacation.

WHAT IF What if I could write the world back to sanity? What if smiling faces is the cure for this ailing humanity? What if a helping is it will take to make the fallen stand? What if we will all return to the sand? What if we destroy less than we mend? What if the grave is our unavoidable end? What if? What? What if? Too many questions, not one answer What if love is all the beclouds our hearts? What if we learn to give just like learn other arts? What if the human race is a ladder? What if the earth had no man-made borders? What if we all lived like sisters and brothers? What if, against evil, we stand a little more bolder? What if? What if? What if? Too many questions, not one answer Too many questions, not one answer. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry