How Hardi heard The silvers bark And peeped to see The walking scents Booting the silvers here and there, Beats me, beats me II Neighbouring niceties nestling Walking in heels And rudely entering When foods at home go on strike Beats me, beats me III Booting barrels bare Hitting heads of metals Making scenes and […]
Simmering stew stands smiling Sending sweet scents Scents sent as swords to silence stomachs Stomachs scattered by scanty scoops of cereals Scudding surreptitiously in outstanding signals Sealing sadness like sexy serpents to unsuspecting stomachs Stomachs seriously searching for strength to save Searching seriously for a savior who comes with scents Silly scoundrel! You simmering […]
The eyes closing Hands falling Legs dawdling Head empting Stomach sleeping One will think they’re sick But no, satisfaction in action What does the body need? Hunger it cries Satisfaction it tries in failure What happened to up or down? This middle line, This middle line of satisfaction Is tiring. Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) […]
I take a stance And look from a distance Chickens like famished children Wailing in anger Hens like desperate mothers Crying in anguish Cocks like men with bruised egos Sitting with capped jaws As the Hawk sits comfortably on his throne He, the hawk comes down And takes what he needs to fill […]
Corpses for sale! Many buy with huge sums Putting them in the river of the earth waiting for its sail Corpses for sale! Many run dressed in expensive clothes Hoping to win the fame bale Corpses for sale! Cars parade with expensive paintings While mouths with their keys proudly brag, “this came yesterday […]
Tears! With my eyes, I scan through the contours of their stomachs And see hunger chewing their loins Filth! With my hands I feel their dry and scratched skins And battle many devouring pests Feelings! With my mind, I steal into their tattered selves And feel the whips of the dreary cold […]
Now we pride in body expressions Without a thought to our stomach compression We pride in exposy-body ccladdingWith eye twinkling bangles and revealing facial smothering Who has the time for the bush and the shrubs? The noisy oldies who frolic with those shrubs Make all those noises But don’t listen to their voices The shrubs will get to its senses And call on […]
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