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I lost her and the memories in her pockets My mind still crawls the paths I took I miss the feel of her on the right cheek of my buttocks I miss her old wrinkled skin I lost her and the thoughts within her torn womb Will I ever find another like her again? I miss her not for the 5 and 10 nairas she miserly holds I miss her not for the bits of thoughts on rumpled papers within her breast Today I lost her and the tales she is yet to tell None other has the voice nor the eloquence to tell like she would I miss her not because of her beauty I miss her because of the beauty of the hand that gifted her. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

As children, we were leaders of tomorrow Tomorrow came but nothing changed At least we succeeded in becoming hoodlums The name they call us for airing our views As youths we are still leaders of tomorrow The youthship we are still tussling over with our fathers' age Scrambling for the crumbs of our own ration The ration that has been served to dogs Dead has infiltrated our shield Tammed hungry lions with titanium nozzles Cornered, no escaping and no fighting back The design seems for us to fail Even when we fail, we are chided for failing The leaders of a tomorrow that has defied dawning Youth, the chained strength of the nation Are we just for the appellation and never for the action? (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Long after the rain The field will still count its gain Long after the momentary pain In our hearts the laughter and joy will forever remain Memories are like the rainbow after the rain Like the sun on a longer day that has refused to wane Llike a white shirt with a crimson stain Memories are like the way one finds tr ue love Like a.blue sky flooded with many a dove They are like the portrait from a childhood They are like the receipt of a fully paid but not delivered purchase Memories are like friends, family, love and kids Memories are like a time machine Memories are like a beautiful pair of wings (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Driving through the thick fug of widowhood Her sun seemed without plans of rising Days are puzzles not to be understood. High as she forge she finds herself diving She had tears because she had her fears In her garden, weed and wheat are the same But time's like a gardener with shears He knows what to trim at precise aim Toiling to rig holes through the heart of time She must write on the palm of its gold scroll Her axe is too blunt to break through the lime Tomorrow is almost here for its toll The ride was rough as the road was tough She found her heaven for she rode on love

I see your beautiful eyes glitter with tears I see the shades of sadness your heart wears Yet you put up a face to conceal your face Like a rose blossom smiling in the sun on a pile of thorns Now is not the time for "I'm only human" It is the time to be human To own up to my flaws To wear remorse before the mirror of my wrongs Now is not the time for ego and hubris It is the time to define what right or wrong is So I reap off my false garment of perfection I undo my makeup of righteousness Every teardrop you shed leaves my heart in shreds Every second of bitter silence we share awakens the demons in my head This piece of poetry is purposed to appea s e the gods I've displeased (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

The sound of sweet songs Friendships are a tasking art The book without wrongs (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

They are like little crystals of ice Their beauty is irresistible to the eyes But they are as beautiful as they are lies Time defines their reality and falacy They are a morning darkened by dew They stay beautiful only for a minute or two They give a lazy day it's cue But the first ray of the sun decides their fate They are like the clouds before an afternoon rain They cover the sun like a warm blanket when the weather goes insane But their life is strung around the duration of the rain The rain is a decider their truth and false Lies are like a makeup Beautiful only for a while. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsPrOperty Day 16

We are chapters of a great book Some come lengthy, others brief Some bring joy and others grief Her rough old cover will turn you off at first look. She is complete, yet unfinished Every micro-second births a new line While every new born has a new page to define She is as ugly or beautiful as we have her furnished She is as old as the first piece of our puzzle As young as the newest infant in its craddle Her pages are young and old, like a riddle Every dawn and every birth makes her age fizzle The great book that has no pages W r itten in letters, sentences, paragraphs and chapters of us All fitting perfectly together with a great fuss Both our beauty and our garbages Like every beautiful book, every line and page completes her make up Erasing a line diminishes her Reaping a page renders her incomplete. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Dreaming Screaming Awaking Shrieking Dreaming of horror, screaming from terror Awaking, shrieking with a heart fear tore (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

It is the first cry of a child Like the sound of a perfect orchestra Let's listen with hearts drenched in love; With souls drowned in awe. It is the first word of a child Like the door knob to laughter and joy Let's walk into the beauty of life; Into a place where nature's voice soothes. It is the first light of dawn Like the first note of a classic song Let's swap shoes for the dance; Into the collision of sweet sounds, take a chance. It is the first splatter of a waterfall Like the roaring of a circus lion Let's melt into the arms of nature; Into the beautiful quiet of a night. It is the sound of a home Like the welcome embrace of a missed loved one Let's sing the day a lullaby So we can bask in the beauty of a stary night. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Willy Nilly Shilly Shally Willy nilly we came, candidates. Shilly shally, with graves we keep dates (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

We began from "I love you" Today we say "I do" The reaffirmation our hearts are true True to the stary nights it took to woo True to the promises whispered on the Jos cold breeze From clattering lips avoiding it's chills True to you and me Today we leave the shores of singlehood Today we sail into the bossom of bliss Where the glow of your skin compliments the sun Where our smiles will paint the walls of our heart brilliant white Where our strength together will keep us from falling Where your breath smells like the essence of jasmine Today, without fears, we sail Co-captains of this same ship Co-passengers on an adventurous trip Let's sail away from the present into the future Today we make this bed on which we would sleep Your head on my bossom As our hearts beat in synchrony Your arms around my shoulders I will carry you and all your cares Take my hand and walk with me Today my bride became complete My bride and my bride The mothe

This house used to be a home It's four wall keeping the warmth of heart beats inside But like a dress, she is now turned inside out Her belly is cold while outside her is now warm This four walls once defined the blood inside our hearts But we are now divided along the same four walls Same blood we share seeks the others head This house was a home before the dawn of self Before envy crept into the vocabulary Before we knew we had difference Before the laughters and hugs lost the sound of heart beat Love got lost in the race Hate became the fuel for keeping pace Homes are always lost to the most trivial of things (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Sometimes it takes more than a hand to give As it takes more than breathing to live It's a jungle of needy faces It seems we are all charity cases Deluge of needs without means to mop Another set threatening to crop The life is an endless quicksand We all can use a hand We all have our own need The genuine and those driven by greed Some need a hand, others an ear Others, a candle to frighten there fear Give like a tree sheds its leafs in Autumn Don't hold back self or wealth, give in quantum

Is it another day to watch the clock count the hours? The mind builds but the heart cannot hold the towers I guess we are far from spring and further from flowers Leafs long lost, thus the capacity to cook chlorophyll With emotions frozen and numb, how does one feel? Is it another day of a wasted sun? Hearts are set on a pier of hate to burn Speeding down the wrong road yet expecting to get home Man and humanity are on a reversed run When the formula has flaws, shouldn't we know the outcome? Is it another day of chants of silence? Faces glow under the bright light of pretence Society burns in the fires of negligence Unknowingly, the future is sold for a few pence Who dares speak when silence offers solace? Is it another day to waste in wait? Laze around and wait on the doom fated fate All witnesses to life and dead's date To give the future a hand, all hesitate All dressed sleek, who will open the gate Is it another day to just count what day it is? Is it a