Category: Poem


Ekwikwi


EKWIKWI

 

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“And that is why you must never look into the eyes of Ekwikwi…”

Red, rheumy red.
Look over you as you try
To sleep.
Eyes tight, clasped shut
Warning ringing in ears,
Yet, eyes beg to see;
Red, rheumy red.
Would you really…?
Can the tales be true?
Cries of a new born child;
Ekwikwi calls to you.
You turn,
Block out the sound.
And yet…
An eye peeks open
Watch shadows play
By window.
You know it is there,
Listening to the wild beats
Your heart plays for you.
Excitement.
Should you…?
Cries of a new born child
Ekwikwi calls to you
Would you really…?
Fingers tightened in between
Legs crooked in semblance
Of peaceful sleep.
You raise your head
Careful, eyes closed
Newborn cries give way
to a name, softly whispered
Gasp of surprise.

Ears twitch.
Eyes open…
Perched precariously.
Ekwikwi.
Eyes clash…

“And that is why you must never look into the eyes of Ekwikwi…”

Now you listen
Now you watch
Now you cry
Precariously hanging on a branch
Eyes;
Red, rheumy red.
Watching.
Calling.
Waiting for another to look.

“And that is why you must never look into the eyes of Ekwikwi…”

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So, this is the first of three posts I have planned for Halloween.
Should have put it up earlier but I won’t bore you with whys and wherefores.
Next story, Next Thursday.
Do have a lovely weekend!

Njem


The hills sit and wait for us
Like old men,  their backs bent
Under the weight of age, 
Time immemorial.
Their beards,  dense foliage
Of hubris-like greenery
Cover their near nakedness

They sit and watch as we climb
Alone
Couple
Family
Young
Old.
Our weary feet, wet
With our tears.
Black, with our sins.
They bleed.
Red, a testament
To our frailty.
And yet, we climb.
Naked as we came. 
Pendulous breasts hanging
Shrunked penises like forgotten stubs.
The unformed.
We’re Adam and Eve.
We do not notice.
Our only aim is to climb.
Some of us have forgotten
Why we climb.
Lost in the madness of scrambles
And brambles.
It can be said we have no purpose
Yet our instincts push us
And we go on our mad dashes.

When we’re near,
The hills would sing to us
And welcome us.
Cold, aged arms embrace,
Guide us.
And we shall lay on the altars,
A living sacrifice.
Our eyelids fluttering to a close with relief
Our dry, mud blood-caked lips expelling
Last breath.
Lying there,
As we surrender
Under piles of bones
That are our brothers.

The Journey through Life
It is called by many.

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I’ve been missing. I know.
Long story.
I write something every week but I’m never sure if I like it.
So I have a piling draft section.

It’s Halloween month and from next week Thursday, leading up to 31st, I’d be doing a lil somn somn.
Not a rewrite like last year.
But I’d be providing stories.

I do hope you’d stick around.

Have a lovely weekend!

The Fall


THE FALL

 

The perfectly golden ring fell,
spiraling;
Before it kissed the surface of the fires of Doom that formed it.
It glowed incandescent,
brighter than the human eyes could take
before slowly, it dimed
and abruptly winked out of existence.
Melted.
Disintegrated.
The Eye bulged in disbelief;
Rings of fire that formed its lashes
Aflame.
A terrible scream;
One the ears of man had never heard before
Neither had the dwarves,
Or elves,
With their immortal years.
Teeth gritted,
Hands gripped weapons tighter,
Eyes bulging from sockets.
Fighting not to lose themselves,
To the madness the screams promised.
The Eye fell.
All eyes watched, transfixed.
Mordor! Mordor!! Mordor!!!
Ah! How you have come undone,
How your yoke evil on Middle Earth
Has been broken, O Sauron!
And the Tower that was built to hold your Eye,
Look! See how it falls!
It gives up its bones,
The bones used to build it up.
The skulls
of men
of dwarves
of creatures long extinct.
Their souls cry as one with relief;
As the mighty eye meets the ground.
At last!
Vanquished!
And all the creatures of Middle Earth
Stand and gaze in wonder
As the ground opens
and swallowed up the servants
Of Sauron.
Of Darkness.
Peace is come.

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So, I watched the Lord of the Rings: Return of the King for the umpteenth time yesterday and this wrote itself in my head.
*Shrug*

Have a lovely weekend!
Jana!


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The world ended and we didn’t notice.

It wasn’t as the prophets had said; with trumpeting blasts and floating bodies in the skies, raptured.

If it had ended that way,  wouldn’t we have been better off?

Our world fell apart around our ears and we never noticed.

Earthquakes, droughts, famine and we never noticed.

It wasn’t happening to us; We forgot about it.

The Earth sagged in fatigue and yawned.

Her gaping mouth swallowed remote cities.

Sinkholes. Floods.

Japan was far away.  Apparently, ChristChurch wasn’t even a name of a church!

It didn’t matter anyway because they were far away.

Wars intensified;  tribal, religious.

We sat in our moral couches, condemning acts of violence;

Forgetting everything the next day.

It didn’t matter. What is Yemen anyway? An Asian cuisine?

The Earth’s knee got weak and she shook, unsteady.

Buildings collapsed in China; In Bangladesh.

They’re populous. They’d get by. Life moves on.

We woke up to news of tornadoes and tsunamis.

We did our Samaritan duties and donated.

We thank whatever deity we wanted for our safety.

We forgot about it.

The Earth was weak and her waters were poisoned.

Some drank and died inside; moral decadence

School shootings; Drive-by shootings; Cinema hall shootings.

We watched on tv, from the safety of our homes,

The wide, deranged eyes of the deadened.

Their frothing mouths as they spewed hate.

We blamed it on Something; Race. Religion. Video Games.

We forgot about it.

Then it came to our streets.

Our neighbor was shot by a man who didn’t like Pakistanis.

We were shocked.

The next day saw revenge butcherings in broad daylight light.

We stood outside for the first time and gazed at ourselves in dismay.

“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned”

The world ended a long time ago and we never noticed.

We hid our heads in sand, believing ourselves to be safe.

The Earth died and is decaying.

She falls apart piece by piece and more cities disappear.

The wonders of our modern worlds are going.

The Leaning Tower at Pisa finally fell.

The Pyramids disappeared.

Whatever happened to our Lady Liberty?

The World ended long ago; how come we never noticed?

The Earth is dead and with her, we die.

Now, we wait for our turn on the guillotine.

“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned”

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(Image culled from The Princess In Another Castle)

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This strayed into my head some hours ago, due to recent events.
Decided to write as the words came so pardon the rambling.
I’ve always loved the poem The Second Coming by WB Yeats so couldn’t resist throwing it in.
Wanna know something funny?
I think the World ended a long time ago.

 

Show Me


I ramble. You read.

SHOW ME

I wish I could see what you see; see what you saw.

I want to see what you wish you could  un-see; how deliciously defiling would it be?

Show me the good times, the bad times -especially the bad times- my pretty.

My mouth waters at the thought of your eyes brimming with tears.

I lick my lips at the thoughts of your eyes widened in horror.

Tell me! Show me!

I want to revel in the horror your eyes have feasted on.

Can I peel them back? Peel your eyes back and stare into them, I mean?

The eyes are windows to the soul.

I want to break your windows without a care in the world and crawl in like a thief.

Desecrate all you hold sacred; bring to light all you clench down tightly in the darkness.

I want to know what you had known; what you wish you didn’t know.

Don’t spare me, tell it all!

Can I lick your eyeballs?

Maybe…just maybe I could taste your memories.

I want to know.

I need to know.

Show me!

I do not care if remembering would break you down.

I do not care if it makes you scarred.

I do not care if remembering would DRIVE YOU MAD!

Or me mad?

Aren’t we all mad?

TELL ME!

SHOW ME!

Visions


Hey guys!
Decided to be more regular with stories and poetry (and the rest) SO HELP ME GOD!
Today, we’d be having a new guest poet who decided to share his work with me for which I am grateful as they’re extremely good!
@Bayo_Adesanya!

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VISIONS

Visions

Roving, drifting

Wondering with the mind,

Seeing.

What do I see?

Oh, just a man, well past his prime,

Realizing his past errors,

Roads he could have taken, should have taken

But didn’t.

The enormity hits him like thunder and lightning,

Lightning and thunder…

First the illumination,

Then the bone-jarring realization

That he alone is to blame.

To accept this is his salvation

To reject it…

Seeing.

What do I see?

A man,

Worked hard all his life,

Educatedandallthat,

But has he gained what he dreamt of,

Worked for?

Etched in the lines upon his brow

The harshness of the passing years.

He could not have pictured this future,

His future…

Hard work, perseverance and honesty

The three cornerstones of his life.

He must be the only one left still building

With these three.

Everyone else has changed.

Society rests strongly on selfish supports,

One for one and all for none.

There is no longer good or bad,

Black or white, wrong or right.

Just like day and night

Not two different times but a continuum.

One slowly giving birth to the other,

Both merging into one….

Right is wrong and wrong is right.

He cannot accept this

And herein lies his poverty,

The root of his despair.

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Loved the first time I read it. Still love it!
I hope it gets you thinking like it had me do.
Do share your thoughts aNd show some love!

Once again, a big thank you to Mr. B and I do hope you’d write more! 😛

On unrelated events, a big congratulations to the Super Eagles of Nigeria for winning the African Cup of Nations.
Proudly Nigerian, in sickness and in health till my British Passport do us part!

Tee Hee!

When The Raisins Ate Nothing


Hey all!!
How are we enjoying our Mondays?
Monsieur Joshua is saving me today from my dry spell with this interesting piece!
Enjoy!

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When The Raisins Ate Nothing

 

Intolerant eyes seep through the cracks in the door;

Reiterating our thoughts in a million microdots.

Broken Bubbled Blisterine screams.

Juga juga juga, that is the story we will tell.

The telling of stories is an alternative,

To sitting back and watching the synapomorphy of our taxomine scars,

((Together; in the balance or under it))

I hang and cling to my dear Cecilia,the dearest of all.

Her smile like a panting old whale and an empty soup can.

Who are I? The pimple who left here with no shoes.

Weevil bites Ah-weigh da coN-Struck-shun Of Our sa-lu-bri-us dreams.

Made to see all that we are through ah-foh-rest-ay-shuns of duh-bul bah-rell-ed egos.

Hungry.

I lost my footing, but you remain unstressed in our iambic pentameter,

Cecilia.

This is not a love song, yet

but it will be.

Patience,my dear.

This is a cluck cluck duck – an Uh-peh-ray-ting fan-tom.

Orphaned peat on prophane date.

I like how our hopes wobble like a wheelers and wail out of uncomfortable conversations.

No, I will bear no compromise.

Devised a deracinated demon in the drawer of our throats so we would say the words we wanted to hear ,in slow, apple,

Bram-tuckling, ram-buckling noose-fitting, Cran-crafitng doses.

Lance after lance we dance into the gas chamber of our immaculate whispers.

Drawing in every primordial urge with cryogenically infused antlers.

Gregorian chanters,the sound of metal plate kissing metal plate.

Slashing mental slate into mental slate.

Roaming the the wild borders of our mental state,

Alas,we find the lips on which our menta sate.

I find that you were easy to love when you were broken and silent.

But now you are manumitted by the mutations of your manubrium,

And your hips sway to the zinggraaaa in other men’s eyes.

Oh foul spirit.

How can I wrest you from your foolish conceit?.

I freeze your diencephalon

until you think nothing.

I feel you die in my watery arms,

And I lay you beside harrowing daffodils,

That sing you that ugly song you never wanted to hear again.

The weevils bite away my thin veneer and I lay dead beside you.

The color of sky and a multitude of powdered babies,

This death is an epoch that kills every other one under its weight

Our glorious synapses;

Dis is da home-O-low-jus Kro-mo-some that will stand to evince our every meiotic prophase,

This is indefinitely a love song.

 

– JSL.

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*Dreamy sigh*

Back to earth!
Do not think I have abandoned writing people, I have not.
I shall soon be bringing you some stories I’ve been working and have worked on (once I’m done doing my shoddy editing. Really, I stink as an editor!:'( )

Drop your comments!!
Tee Hee!

Day 27 – Sorrow, Reflections


We are almost at the end of the month!
Today, a first-timer on Phantom Pages would be taking the onerous task of entertaining us today.
@iamosegun, over to you!

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SORROW

Sorrow makes us wear

Hope is what brought us here

Fear keeps us here

Reason shows us where

Faith takes us near

Belief brings us there

God is everywhere

REFLECTIONS

 I have sold my rights

I sold them a penny apiece

I have lost the light

I lost it while looking for peace

This is where I am

The place I never longed to be

My tears have broken the Dam

This is not what I was meant to see

I guess I always had it coming

After all the things I have done

The bridges of my past are still burning

Doused with pride, set ablaze in Rage and a temper that’s worn.

No time to regret the past

That time will never come

I pray it’ll all be forgotten fast,

O dear bright future, here I come.

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Amen to forgotten pasts and bright futures!
Thanks, @iamosegun for these pieces. I purposely put Sorrow first because it seemed like a beginning and Reflection seemed a good end. Do keep on havin flashes of inspiration and you’re always welcome here!
Enough famzing for today,

SEE YOU TOMORROW!

Day 25- Santa Claws


Dionysus decided to take you guys on today!
Hehehe!

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SANTA CLAWS

Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!
What will you like Santa to add to your wishlist?
I come bearing gifts for both the young and the old.
All I ask in return is your pound of flesh by the mould.

Santa Claws, sharper than Krueger Freddy,
I take what I want whenever I’m ready.
Kids scream in pure ecstacy,
As my fingers pierce through their soft belly.

Ladies shed tears of joy as my claws massage their fanny.
Blood dripping, I seem to be making them horny.
I want a car for christmas, he stood there wishing.
My claws were the key and his flesh was the ignition.

Ho Ho Ho!, I am Santa Claws!
I live and abide by only one law.
If you have a wish, Santa Claws would deliver.
But just remember to drop your liver,
Kidneys, toes, eyes will do.
Heart, intestines, kneecaps too

What you ask, you shall receive,
Along with your inevitable bereave.
Ho Ho Ho, I am Santa Claws!
I ride no elves, but you see me crusing a Porsche.
My stomach is bloated from drinking too much liquor.
I dyed my beard white cause young girls like em older.

Underneath my red suit are a pair of guns.
To get a titty flash from one of them uptight nuns.
I am Santa Claws and I aint no folklore.
‘Ho Ho Ho’ and my big belly are what I use to lure.

Girls, boys, men, women are fascinated.
Camouflaged as I rip their flesh and the blood painted.
Walls, floors, tables and ceilings,
I give birth to the new untainted phoenix.
Death gives life and the unborn is born.
I give something new as their flesh is ripped and torn.

I am Santa Claws and December 25th is when I make my Hitlist.
Give me a call and I’d give you a visit
Ho Ho Ho!
Merry Christmas!

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Frankly, Dionysus is crazy! LOL.
Do enjoy your festivities. Drink responsibly and be safe.
Bless!

Day 21- Death is Saving Me


Hey all! Tarhyel takes us through today!

Death is Saving Me

You know nothing of my kind

And you try to know what runs inside,

When I put on my evil smile.

But the more you know, the less you like.

Never has someone lived in such an aura of Apathy.

Is it over yet? you ask yourself.

What feeling is this in which I dwell?

You conquer your fear of courage and dig deeper;

Through my Iris, you find my soul.

Unexcused, Unabsorbed, Alone but Unafraid;

Unexplained, Unresolved, is it worth the price you pay?

You give me yours, for I have no heart.

You must be the Alchemy of all that is Loving.

My biggest fear Love, has come to me:

Death it seems, is saving me.

My lone-some existence has died,

Risen from Ash my Life can begin.

You bared the wounds on your back,

Scars untold upon your heart.

You are the one who stopped at nothing to set me free.

In this moment of eternity, I make a vow,

Never shall my WILL be undone;

To Love you with my all now and long after I’m gone.

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It’s Friday. Cheers to the coming weekend and holiday!

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