POETIC JUSTICE 172 -By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

YES, I KNOW YOU ARE NOT

Why waste wealth of time
Trying to convince the hearts of stone
That you’re what is sublime
Let them be blowing their rugged horn
You know that you aren’t a geek
You are the blossoming flower
An epitome of what they seek
But can’t find despite their power

I have shared a piece of your own mind
Served hot on a platter of gold
In assiduous pain, I followed you behind
Your spirit is naught but bold
That sends shivers to their spine
Keep piloting priority that makes you unique
Don’t deviate from your passion’s line
You’ve no need to prove the worth of your beak

You have walked your walk
Even in the scorching belly of the sadistic Sahara
You have talked your talk
Despite the venomous dictates of the Savannah
The more your flag flies
The more your accolades begem the mantelpiece
You belong to the skies
Do fly always with the sparkling royal geese
Copyright©William Warigon 2019

POETIC JUSTICE 171 By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

TEXTUAL FEELING

These books around me
Smelling fresh giving new lease of life
They are knowledge’s sea
Their depth educates for needed drive
The words embedded therein are food
To the soul and the spirit
Give me a gift of a book, that is good
Powerfully, I’ll soar with a lilt

Books have healed my broken heart
And hushed my harsh loneliness
Reading has become a loved up art
It rains down on me happiness
The book at hand
Is more worthy than money.My own friend,
If you do understand
Grab a book, be better, knowledge won’t end

Navigate through the jungle of ignorance
Taste the tanginess in the books’ breath
Be immersed in their wisdomic parlance
To your brain activity, add to its strength

The books I read have nobility
Each with its flair and smooth style
To fit my moods and activity
Keeping my intellectual field fertile
They are treasured beyond measure
Some may abhor
Others do adore
Love them, keep them like a treasure

Copyright©William Warigon™2019
(Happy Book Reading Day!👍👍💕😁)

POETIC JUSTICE 170 By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

WHERE TRUTH LIES

Truth, where do you lie?
Lie, where is your truth?
Repeatedly, the truth turns to dust
By the lies retold over and over again
The forbidden territory
Has been desecrated by the thorned tongue
That spews venom
Worse than the black mouthed mamba

Rhetoric so sweet
Like the Savannah’s sugar
Reality is chased to take a flight
Good reason lured to the barn
Of chicanery and charades
Facaded faces fanciful in fakery fair find
Repose in the cloisters of deception
Heroes of hell in angelic mien

Their paws gnash at harmony
But their tongues preach peace
They sing the best love songs
But their daggers are bloodied
Like the paraphernalia of war
Wherever they set their feet
Sweet dirges pervades the air
They bathe in sorrowful tears

They have perfected the art
Of pure, holy deception
Trust them at your peril
My ears are grassed by the manure
Of their potent lies
No more would my eyes be wooled
I have seen the light
No more would I be a doormat

Copyright©William Warigon™2019

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN By Joseph Aboagye

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

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Dear head,
The winner of the country’s bread
I am a seed of Africa; a denounced street child
The manifestation of my vanguard’s greed

Blessed with the beauty of Nature
Where rests the beauty of Africa?

Dear Minister,
Her beauty is sacred to be wrapped in extortion
Why threaten her with your gross corruption?
The chronic disease; reciprocal to generation

I wonder if your seat is clean
For no man seated leaves a record clean!

Dear retinue,
When is the resurrection of Africa due?
Keep the toil of our forefathers a divine clue
The wrong steps by the leaders must warn you

Oh my motherland, you never can be accursed!
Patriotic black child, heal Africa; heal the world!

Copyright Aboagye Joseph © 2019

POETIC JUSTICE 169 -ByMshinaram Warigon Ahrey

WHEN MY FACE TELLS TALES

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Just look without prejudice
I am a product of injustice
I have walked on hard roads with misery
And swum in the deep blue sea of poverty
Each mark deeply etched is a tale
That has the chord choired in hell

I have a map on my face
That directs the unknowing eyes to my inherited roots
I come from a dark place
Where wolves like werewolves wrest wills to the woods
Bereft of light, I walk with sightless sigh
Dazed in my troubles that make me high

I am the cynosure of deriding eyes
Children scurry away from my face
They think a tiger tore my face
Songs sung by many, telling a million lies
About my face, a reflection of my race
What is marked in permanence never dies

In every foreign land
Their stares were bland
They thought I was a mere charity case
Because my tribe was marked on my face
A Boniface, bearing burned face
Mine are always the darkest days

If only I could turn back the tide
And cripple the hands of time
Miracled time can take back ride
And restore what was mine
But alas a wishful thinking
Is just precious time wasting
Copyright©William Warigon™ 2019

POETIC JUSTICE 167-By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

SITUATIONSHIP

A situationship
Is a relationship
That can be found in vacation
Or created during a vocation
It might be an infatuation
From a very quick situation

A situationship
Is a friendship
Or a meet-and-greet in the ship
Some don’t take it as real kinship
It might be for friends with benefits
It is good for the fits and the misfits

It is never a one sided way relationship
Consensual it has to be
To make it comfortable companionship
Both parties are happy
When they ignite their fantasies
They swim in oceans of ecstasies

So, diligently evaluate your relationship
Don’t get caught up in infatuation
Being in-love-with-love is a brief situation
That is based on temporary passion
It is never an old fashion
To be balmed in loving lotion

Copyright©William Warigon™2019
Pix:Powertolove.com,Bellanaija

CUTENESS

ENTWINED-TWINNING (Gogyoshi)

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We did share a loving womb
We may not share a dry tomb
But as long as we’re here
For each other we do care
To eternity our love is here to stay

©William Warigon 2019