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

POETIC JUSTICE 163 -By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

KNOW YE NOT?

Don’t you know that you are special?
The evidence is as clear as the blue sky.
The nature reveres your special disposition
That is why she holds you in great esteem.

You own qualities natural and spiritual.
The sun, moon and stars situate high,
Shine for you despite your earthly position.
You can also shine and not be a wimp.

The tides come to shore to kiss your feet.
It doesn’t matter if the feet have warts and all.
The free winds are eager to put their hands,
Through the strands of your lush hair.

Fire shines your gold with its free heat
Warming you with coziness to have life’s ball.
The seasons change batons in your lands
To give you choices suiting your flair.

Be then thankful.
You are wonderful.
Known as beautiful.
To you be useful.

Your Precious — Ricardo Sexton

“Everything” you have, ‘all’ you guard Doesn’t belong to you. Or will ever do “Everything” you keep safe and warm Belongs to time, soon it will transform Everything you didn’t ever perceived Everything you didn’t never believed It is like the time, you missed pass by Embarrass [the prime] to send a reply Everything you […]

via Your Precious — Ricardo Sexton

POETIC JUSTICE 160 – By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

THE RURAL DWELLERS RULE!

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The city slickers arrived our village
With Pomp and pageantry like royalty 
We welcomed them to our village 
With variety of food fit for royalty
We stretched to the limit our arms
To welcome them with warmth wholly pure
That could melt glaciers.Our farms
That very day we abandoned for sure

We closed our eyes
When they looked down their bleached noses
At our water without ice
And sniggered at dinner spread with no roses 
They declined the calabash of our local brew 
They came with can beers and the brandy 
In awe we watched them eat canned rice stew
Humbled, but our kids clamoured their candy

Yet, I remembered my journey to their city 
Where the air was conditioned with soots
My ears sandpapered by noises so unpretty 
People racing against time with fancy boots 
Hearts cold, cantankerous co-exchanges over mere money
Pitted rich neighbour against another rich, sad neighbour
I saw pain, despair written on tenants’ faces. Rich kids lonely 
Have phones only, poor ones unschooled, kept in child labour

I’d rather stay in my village with my spring water 
The air is fresh like morning dew
The people are laughter with no bone of a hater
Our piece of peace daily is new
A helping hand avails from every corner
Health and vitality are our co-travelers 
No ritualists as mood killers and thunder
Is kind with sounds of music for revelers

🔴Copyright©William Warigon 2019.All Rights Reserved.Pix by pixabay.com.Inspired by Philip Mainge

POETIC JUSTICE 156-By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

GOODBYE GAME OF THRONES

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That Game of Thrones
Got me hard in my bones
Every one around me was enthralled
Addicted to this movie some trolled

An anthem of a sort that I never sang
Friends laugh at me till my head hang
It was not an act that stole my fancy
When they talked about it,I got antsy

I could not understand the plot
My illiteracy robbed me till I rot
When a wife leaves the bed of matrimony cold and empty
She returns in tears for the dead character in the movie

Our children and the friends snigger and whisper
After forbidding them from watching the picture
You wished they read books you gave with the same enthusiasm
But then, for the Millennials, this is their own era’s kind of realism

After years of seeking to see the demise of my rival
I whooped and jumped to know that the it is now final
Time has overthrown the Game of Thrones
In peace I can now nibble on my bones
🔴Copyright ©William Warigon 2019

POETIC JUSTICE 155 -By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

THE DANCER FROM A VOODOO NIGHT

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How was I to know
That beneath the pristine agbada
Lie different shades of charms and amulets?
Adorned in sparkling white
Dancing upon sacred floors
Of the largest church in Africa
The feet that sucked on the blood
Of the one crying in the shrine
Is now mocking the altar of the Most High
In the name of Thanksgiving

How highly we sequined his praises
In awe we admired him
In obeisance multiple bows we bowed
The weird world I observe is but obverse
All is not what it seems
The dancer is an epitome of all things perverse
He is the dark shadow of the voodoo night
That sends shivers in the spines of warriors

His nocturnal ventures reek with stench
Of the innocent blood
Of missing children without a trace
Could he retrace his steps
And find forgiveness?
The allure and praise songs
Have turned his ears red to the voice of reason
Like one cursed to rot in perdition

He will stamp on the sacred ground
His flowery slangs cast spells
Magic,money motivation,macabre memony
Wool over our eyes
Soon his stamping days will be over
When I find a voice
From the muffled grumblings of the spectators
And call him to order….
©William Warigon 2019

POETIC JUSTICE 154 By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

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OTOGHILLE

Otoghille, full of mischief and mystery
You used me to rub off your misery
Not that I mind
Yours is mine
French laced tongue in display
As bright as the Sun’s red ray
Peers spear with puckered noses
Hiding in the bushes of the roses
Envious of your new fame
Calling you a plain Jane
Causing you much pain
To me that is so lame
You are not to blame
If drugs have a claim
On you.You were drugged and abused
Discarded to rot, but I am not amused
Once, you were a brainy coat
Jazzed with no brandy sort
It is never too late to return home
Where you will not be lonesome
And be baptized with love
For in you, I perceive love
Use me again
Let not in vain
This is my wayward, real admiration
With its straight forward destination
Show them that you have been reformed
A new you,that is ready now to conform

Copyright ©William Warigon 2019.All Rights Reserved

POETIC JUSTICE 153 By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

WILLPOWER TO OVERCOME

How many times have I watched you
Wasting away in the winds of debauchery?
In your sombre moments,you look sober
Wearing the amulet of resolution
Ready to be redeemed once again
But as the sun hides his sneering face
You fall off the wagon again
The vicious circle is tiresome
It is cruelly cumbersome
In a dejected stage, I am left to pick up the pieces
In that short hiatus of your sobriety
I brim with heaps of hope
Relieved that the worst is over
Then you spiral out of control again
And the nightmares return
Leaving in their wake: pain and despair
My cajoling words
Fall in deaf ears
I know your soul cries for help
But you can’t help yourself
Your willpower has long flown away
If you love yourself
Take heed this one time
Know that second chances are rare
One day, they might just be the last chance

©William Warigon 201ic:bakasuyo.com

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HUNTER – By Emeghara Collins

Hunter

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Silently, the
hunter hid…

Then go on and
positioned his gun…

Like a sniper
he held his breath…

And aimed so hard
with drop of blood…

Sadly, the bird
became a vulture…

And vultures, are
not might for bread…

But now, an
eagle is perching…

Go on and spill
your bullet o hunter…

Come, let
me show you…

That bird, is
perching good…

Go on and
reach the trigger?

Let your rifle
speak o hunter…

To shoot a bird is
to build for the poor…

To shoot at
that bird…

Is to support
a dying child…

That bird you so
search, is positioned…

Hit your target
o hunter…

To hit a target is to
become compassionate…

To pull your bullet is
to become affectionate…

That bird is
perch right…

Stop aiming, for
you’ve aimed enough…

Let your bullet
speak o hunter…

To drum your gun
is to leave a footprint…

In the school we must
build for the poor child…

Your gun has
slept enough…

Let it sound so loud
for that child unborn…

To know that
you lived your time…

Yes,
it’s true…

 

All copyrights reserved
Emeghara Collins
For Every child
May 2nd
2019.