Tit bits from friends.....

Having lost the zeal to write any more poems (not due to lack of ideas), I have turned to friends who have something to say as well. Reading some of their poems and notes have however struck me deeply. I realised that I do construct my poems in no simple manner, making the meaning or reason behind the poems difficult to decipher and this worries me greatly. I probably need this break now to reassess how I structure my writings so that people can understand better and relate to my ideas in much intimate manner. Nonetheless, enjoy these poems from my good friends......

Tame (By Abi Tobi)

Staring at myself 

Wishing for someone to see 

The dreams in my eyes

Why I can’t I be free?

Let lose?

I want to keep tame

For good name

For good face

And also for pride,

Yes, I take pride in all of me

But am no angel

The right one will know

Could be the devil in the red dress

I know how to get what I want

But I only use this privilege for the right one 

And when I don’t, it is a mistake

Maybe one that had to teach me lessons

soo those dreams in my eyes are special

I pray only the right one sees it

Walking Memoirs (by Chioma Obuekwe)

A soothing breeze of assurance,

surrounds thee like that beautiful romance

underneath thy Veil.

Running along thy memory lane,

behold seasons degrade.

Memoirs of bitter sweet symphony

encompassing thy betrothed yet so painful.

A being that was once so beautiful,

One who I could lay my head

and tell thee of the mischief of thy World.

The analogy of life,

That rose which once brought thee hope,

behold turns it upside down,

Leaving thy virtue so helpless,

Opened with nothing but torn pieces.

Memoirs to keep?

Memoirs to deed?

For as one knows,

So as requiem lives,

Requiem mass in D minor leads.