A Word is Born

The quil blots its ink and a word is born

Hot Ether

whose gorgeous aura burns lambent like ether set on fire

Girl in Mini-Skirt

because a nubile girl in mini-skirt just walked by;

Spirit Soaring

and the Spirit soars in seminal poetics;

Poet's Muse

as the Poet's mighty muse parts the skies;

Universe Rattled

then the Universe is rattled avant-garde;

Whispering Hands

as two anonymous hands whispered to a heart;

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MY POETRY HOME — trespassers welcome

no escape No Escape Written at Kaiama, Kwara State — Nigeria.
(Saturday, February 26th, 2000)
She came with the late evening breeze
on that day when on those black
mammoth hills between Mewi and
Lakutu I sat and watched the flaming
sun go down on the metronomic
passage of Time...

And she came up from God-knows-where to
sit and pass my long day's tarry with me,
only to presently leave me staring at her,
bedazzled and bewitched, as she soon again
moved on to God-knows-where,
leaving behind her trails of
sensuous passion without antidote...

Lust at first sight!

Shame: let the setting sun,
whose glory I had been adoring,
hide her celestial flambeaus in humility –
for the lambent light in this one's eyes
have blinded me with lust at first sight.

Mysterious like astronomy,
(the eyes) darting with
anonymous wonders, delectable like
the stolen bride of Ariston the King of Beauty,
there was no escaping from the
charm in her eyes; for she is
the one whose spell has gathered my soul
into the timeless artifice of eternity!

© 2000, M-Auwal Gene III. All Rights Reserved
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"In love, one begins by deceiving oneself, and ends by deceiving others."