I Don’t Love You

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The look on your face
That anxious look
Waiting for me to tell you
Those creepy words

I have no words for you
I’m as dead as a firewood.
I see nothing beyond
What we have built all these years.

I know you want
Those words from my mouth.
What do you want to hear?
And lemme tell you.

That I love you?
I’ll place you before all other things?
Well, I don’t love you.
I can’t force myself to lie.

Stop waiting for me
I’ve got plans for myself.
I don’t love you!
Depart from me.

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HA!

They fight seriously

Why? Look here, ground-nuts and beans!

Fighting for nothing

Is like falling into grounds 

Full of herbivoric pests

II

As a leaf, I probed

Beans claim superiority

For being flower-borns

As ground-nuts claim bosshood for

Being root borns, how trivial!

III

You silly fighting beans,

Don’t you know you depend on roots

To flourish? And you 

Silly ground-nuts, who sees you

Until your murder moments?

IV

In a situation 

Where you both hide in clothes,

Does it make sense that you fight?

Know you also share some complexions

Aren’t some of you white and others red?

V

Until your brains tire,

By all means pump your fire

And fight to the finish,

Forgetting the nutrients you both possess

Which many yearn to live well

You also mostly end up together; in pots

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TIMES

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Dawn’s whispers

It freshness and tears

Its soothings caress

Bodies smile and feel

Which arena can compare?

 

II

Morning’s massages

Its beauty and smiles

Its vitamins like potent drugs

Bodies smile and feel

Which arena can compare?

 

III

Afternoon’s strength

Its drying and heat

Its scares and energy

Bodies love in care

Which arena can compare?

 

IV

Evening’s calm

Its gentleness and promising rest

Its breezes of healing heat

Bodies love and fear

Which arena can compare?

 

V

Night’s mystery

Its coolness, lurings, longings and satisfactions

Its clothes of darkness

Saintly bodies’ reliefs, curiosities and fears

Why won’t deviancies use her as a cloak?

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USERS

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Bakers!

When your hands do the mixing

And your heat cry for toasting

Do you get the body building

To feed them your soul’s shillings?

No! 

II

Carpenters!

When you kill those trees

And you pay no fees

And you peel their skins

And maim their bodies

Do you serve as the nail for the hammer to force

Into them for togetherness?

No!

III

At least drivers are fair!

Oh! They have no choice

When the cars are in pain

They leave them in their skinpain

And just stand, sit or sleep

Anywhere minding no ridiculous weeping

Of course I would do same after being burnt to fit!

Way to go, ones made by hands!

IV

Know nature suffers

Know, death after death of foods are felt

Of course by them. Ridiculous?

Know trees have souls

When you cut most of them, their redless blood

stain their skin and you think you have won

As their scars live to reference?

You are no different

You and I are parodies of how we treat

Things under our supervision

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EVEN SUGAR CAN BE BITTER (ALLITERATIVE TANKA)

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Rains run rivers’ rims

Letting lives live like landlords

Showering so still

On okays, opens up on

Worldly wars which it wins wild

II

Honeyed huts has hurts

When their wills and windows’ weave

Cannot contain or cover

Then there is that tale of terror

Taunting timers to tamper

III

Roses have regrets

Their thorns taunt their tingilings

Know now all naughty gnawings

Overflow not to 

Breach brow bonds but brew best bends

To tower in your own time

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TREES IN RUSTLE (RHYMING HAIKU)

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Make all the ruckus

You trees in windy chorus

Cutting tool echoes

II

Every Osama

Awaits his own Obama

To bring a hammer

III

You stand held by ground

You rustle with hurting sound

Tools seek your flesh pound

IV

When your doom nights fall

As the machines make the call

Where will your doom fall?

V

You rustle right now

And make all busy ears bow

Your last sound? An aww?

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A WINDY PLEA

SKY

Winds!

Connive with earth

To overturn existence

Making the sky threadable

And the earth the heavens

 

II

Winds!

It would be good

For the earth to house all sky beings

For the sky to house all earth beings

For a change

 

III

Winds! Please imagine

Travelling in the sky-like fog

Without dust finding shelter on your body

To talk of interrupting your meeting

Be it in love or business

 

IV

Winds!

Think of not being cursed

And only being caressed

As mouths open to receive you

Because dust lives above

 

V

It’s a pity

Your ears are like sealed walls

Hearing not because you travel everywhere

This begging mind can’t help but wonder

While you go everywhere and so care less

You wicked soul!

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WHAT GOD NEEDS

ANGEL

What God 

Can afford

 Is all in one accord

II

What makes

God bored

Is all of the sin on attitudinal board

III

What the most High

God concurs

Is hearts working in one accord

IV

So shake it

Break it

Work it

And fit it

This life

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DETERMINERS (TANKA)

Climbing-Plant

Trees placed bets on shoots

Which promised to climb their world

Still the young shoots aimed

But many died being crashed by

The feet of rain and hot sun

II

One tough shoot remained

It climbed the biggest, tallest

Tree among the lot

Which bragged it was the greatest

But the shoot held on too tight

III

When short plants asked why,

It replied “I need the strength

Strength the bragged tree has

Words of its mouth are worth naught

To a clutcher and stretcher”

IV

And so it was that

The young shoot stretched in climbing

Until it locked lips

With the tree which bragged and went

On to sit on its bare pate

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EVERYTHING IS A TRAVELLER (TANKA)

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 Our fingers did rule

Before sticks made them grave fools

Then noodles called forks

After spoons conquered ladles

Yet China stood with chopsticks

II

Darkness too did rule

When the moon took rest after

The sun yawned and went

To sleep, electricity 

Now rules adding moon to naught

III

As long as air blows

Everything is a traveller

From shapes to sizes

Nature’s “originalty”

Gives respect of reference

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PICTURE OF NATURE (TANKA)

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The sun’s claws of heat

And the harmattan’s beak of

Cold are different but

Their similarity strikes

They make lovely cute dawn cry

II

How two enemies

Can step on a meek lady

Is like the ladle

Which stirs fear in my mind’s pot

I’ll make no bones about it

III

But dawn loves its place

And will defend both lovers

No matter their bad

Treatment of her, that’s the truth

Nature, its place; a wonder!

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IN THE EYES OF THE SKY (HAIKU)

SKY

In eyes of day sky

Sun dims to doom like the dark

Scaring the starers

II

In eyes of night sky

Moon enters darkness’ gate

And connives for baits

III

Dependants! Adopt!

Sky refuses to spoon-feed

The earth in future

IV

If the abused starts

Abusing the abuser

The latter knows pain

V

In sky’s ailing eyes

I see the future unborn

Fighting to come soon

VI

Instead of pushing,

Our energies push each other

Into doomed pit; sad

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NATURE UNREST

NATURE

Does nature sleep?

I think not

What’s with noise in day,

Noise during night

Volcanoes erupting,

Tsunamis pushing water to steal from land

Bush fires killing

Beings corrupting,

Sky depleting,

Earth quaking,

Day and night meeting?

Does nature have a head?

Does nature have ears?

Does nature have eyes

It truly needs to be pitied

For cannot stand a simple voice noise

With all the noise

Who is its consoler?

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BALD TREE (HAIKU)

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I

The bald lonely tree 

Gets no sympathy from birds

Even when it is in pain

II

Birds chirp in dancing

Flying here and hopping there

No weather bother

III

The tree sits under

Be it hotness or coldness

No deliverance

IV

Who sees its hot tears?

Who knows its coldness and fears?

Who can provide shade?

V

Poor, poor sad clothed tree

Sitting sadly solemnly

Take it all in faith

VI

A saviour will come

One day when you least  expect

With pure protection

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A SUN DAY

SUN DAY

It’s Sunday

Let the sun run my day

I need  no proud cloud

Which will call meddlesome thunder

Which goes nowhere without its lightning wife

To shake my world and make me a coward

Though I fear the extreme heat of the sun

I prefer that to drowning in cloud’s rain rage

Let me get the sun

Yes, the sun; its peace and light

And if its heat rises, I shall quietly bear it

I prefer the dust to mud

And the breeze to wind

Let it be what it is; a sun day.

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WHEN THE LEAVES LEAVE

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When the leaves leave

The fans will not fan

The winds will wind and wind

But will find no sky toys

And will have to make do with down rooters

Who will never be pawns

In their playfulness

Dust may do

But won’t the wind get bored playing with just one?

Just watch

Play the leaves

Let them leave

And let’s see who will suffer the most

The players on two feet

The wind

Or the left leaves

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