Poems About Ai Ogwaga Published by Members Recently Online
#AiOgwaga
nomoth
Poem Published
29th Oct 2020 8:31pm
29th Oct 2020 8:31pm
The view of a deserted island
I awoke with a start—
a dozen or so people were peering down
at me in a very curious way.
The last thing I recalled
was talking into my dictaphone,
repeating my conversation with a shopkeeper.
As I lie there, slowly looking up
at an old man, I tried to ask
what happened ; but only a weeping,
stumbling cry escaped his mouth.
I wanted to recall the last words
I had spoken into the dicataphone;
but, all I remembered were words
spoken by the shopkeeper:
"...unadulterated by anything but silence and its directions"....
a dozen or so people were peering down
at me in a very curious way.
The last thing I recalled
was talking into my dictaphone,
repeating my conversation with a shopkeeper.
As I lie there, slowly looking up
at an old man, I tried to ask
what happened ; but only a weeping,
stumbling cry escaped his mouth.
I wanted to recall the last words
I had spoken into the dicataphone;
but, all I remembered were words
spoken by the shopkeeper:
"...unadulterated by anything but silence and its directions"....
#strength
#violence
#war #AiOgwaga
#war #AiOgwaga
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
The Dawn
now that you are gone…
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
#love
#hope
#memories
#freedom
#AiOgwaga
829 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
The Dawn
now that you are gone…
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
#love
#hope
#memories
#freedom
#AiOgwaga
829 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
The Dawn
now that you are gone…
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
#love
#hope
#memories
#freedom
#AiOgwaga
829 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
The Dawn
now that you are gone…
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
#love
#hope
#memories
#freedom
#AiOgwaga
829 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
The Dawn
now that you are gone…
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
#love
#hope
#memories
#freedom
#AiOgwaga
829 reads
6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Jan 2021 4:29am
30th Jan 2021 4:29am
Motherhood (Borderline)
I mean to live'
- Ai Ogawa
Under a burning sun
hot as the sand we walk on;
his doe-eyes red,
dry lips thirsty,
we escaped. I knew it
had to be, and his father:
I sliced him down the middle
before we left -- a perfect parting
of his powder-white innards
slipping from their secret bag
and scattering where I left him.
Now we walk the low terrain
instead of running
along a high mountaintop ridge,
looking down.
He looks down at us now,
blue nascent...
- Ai Ogawa
Under a burning sun
hot as the sand we walk on;
his doe-eyes red,
dry lips thirsty,
we escaped. I knew it
had to be, and his father:
I sliced him down the middle
before we left -- a perfect parting
of his powder-white innards
slipping from their secret bag
and scattering where I left him.
Now we walk the low terrain
instead of running
along a high mountaintop ridge,
looking down.
He looks down at us now,
blue nascent...
#mother
#drugs
#AiOgwaga
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11 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Jan 2021 4:29am
30th Jan 2021 4:29am
Motherhood (Borderline)
I mean to live'
- Ai Ogawa
Under a burning sun
hot as the sand we walk on;
his doe-eyes red,
dry lips thirsty,
we escaped. I knew it
had to be, and his father:
I sliced him down the middle
before we left -- a perfect parting
of his powder-white innards
slipping from their secret bag
and scattering where I left him.
Now we walk the low terrain
instead of running
along a high mountaintop ridge,
looking down.
He looks down at us now,
blue nascent...
- Ai Ogawa
Under a burning sun
hot as the sand we walk on;
his doe-eyes red,
dry lips thirsty,
we escaped. I knew it
had to be, and his father:
I sliced him down the middle
before we left -- a perfect parting
of his powder-white innards
slipping from their secret bag
and scattering where I left him.
Now we walk the low terrain
instead of running
along a high mountaintop ridge,
looking down.
He looks down at us now,
blue nascent...
#mother
#drugs
#AiOgwaga
668 reads
11 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Jan 2021 4:29am
30th Jan 2021 4:29am
Motherhood (Borderline)
I mean to live'
- Ai Ogawa
Under a burning sun
hot as the sand we walk on;
his doe-eyes red,
dry lips thirsty,
we escaped. I knew it
had to be, and his father:
I sliced him down the middle
before we left -- a perfect parting
of his powder-white innards
slipping from their secret bag
and scattering where I left him.
Now we walk the low terrain
instead of running
along a high mountaintop ridge,
looking down.
He looks down at us now,
blue nascent...
- Ai Ogawa
Under a burning sun
hot as the sand we walk on;
his doe-eyes red,
dry lips thirsty,
we escaped. I knew it
had to be, and his father:
I sliced him down the middle
before we left -- a perfect parting
of his powder-white innards
slipping from their secret bag
and scattering where I left him.
Now we walk the low terrain
instead of running
along a high mountaintop ridge,
looking down.
He looks down at us now,
blue nascent...
#mother
#drugs
#AiOgwaga
668 reads
11 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
Salome
White waterlilies, the pale beauty
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
#heartbroken
#SelfDiscovery
#AiOgwaga
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6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
Salome
White waterlilies, the pale beauty
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
#heartbroken
#SelfDiscovery
#AiOgwaga
567 reads
6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
Salome
White waterlilies, the pale beauty
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
#heartbroken
#SelfDiscovery
#AiOgwaga
567 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Ai Ogwaga Published by Members Recently Online
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