PROFUSE SWEAT, OF SALINE WATERS
NOSTRILS FILTERED, AIRBORNE PHANTOMS
WHERE , THE DIADEM AND INSIGNIAS
BOLDLY AFFIRM:
IT´S BEEN A PARCHED GROUND.
AUSPICIOUS -SHANKS, IN FERVOUR
FACES SHORT , AND NOT LONG
SPICED AND MOISTENED WITH APOTHECARY
GIVING BIRTH , TO MIRTH AND SWEET SONG.
CHALK- WHITE FACES
AND VAMPIRE, SLENDER LIPS
AND LENSES , EXUDING MULTIFARIOUS FLARES.
SHOULD I CUDDLE HER ?
PLEASE, TAKE MY HAND
AND LET'S TANGO!
DOES NOT BROTHERHOOD EXIST
AWAY FROM HOME ?
WHY COVER ME , WITH A WET BLANKET ?
LONELY NIGHTS IN SOLILOQUY
SAM, IS GONE PARANOID !
I HEAR DISTANT DRUMS .
WHEN , WILL I BE FREE ?
SWEET KISSES AND HUGS
YOURS AFFECTIONATELY !
HITHERTO IN THE THRASH-BIN.
YOU MUST NOT CRY
FOR WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE !
ojimgba@yahoo.ca
ojimgba uko
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-diaspora/
