Prophylaxis

There’s an invisible enemy hanging in the air some say it’s from Wuhan in China, over there. It doesn’t really matter now. They say it’s here to stay.   Wear a mask. Wear a mask. Wear a mask.   Some folks have conjured up stories, …

The Answer

Two little birds rested on their perch The first one asked, “Who do we answer to? Do we answer to the heavens, to the sun and moon above? To the stars and the inky blackness of the night that envelopes us in cooling comfort To…

It Doesn’t Matter (hour 3, prompt 3)

I don’t know what’s worse That I finally gave in and believed Or that you promised you’d stay Only to turn around and leave. I guess it doesn’t matter, anymore Except I’m here, and you’re not Surrounded by our broken dreams Once so full of…

Toxic Positivity – Prompt 3

The problem with having a rule that you have to be positive Is that forced positivity Can lead you – to use the pejorative – To feeling a bit shitty When your fake full-beam smile is dull in comparison To ‘insprational-quote’ Maddison.   Because deep…

Paranoia

September 19 is coming. Confusion lying in wait At the polling units. PDP, APC, no difference. Just same men changing parties. F*cking government.   What do I do on that day?   They claim they are not like the others. But were tutored by the…

One More Line…

I like my poems short and sweet reading or writing, I prefer to be brief. Some go on and on without relief words flow, I yawn and off goes the beat! But I do not wail or suffer in grief Read them in full and…

Panic Bop

Eyes open Counting the hours Hot flash Mental whiplash Grating nerves My heart is going to pop.   (When the kids go away, my mind begins to fray)   Was it because their father left me? Or because he tried to die? Is it because…

Always There, Often Ignored

Sometimes, That TOUCH heals all the wounds… And soothes the soul That LOOK has all my answers… And the sorrows disappear That SOUND calms me down… And only heartbeats are heard Words are forgotten, And only the language of SILENCE is spoken! Power of it…

Empty House

Poem 3 In this empty house that I call home I am often unaccompanied but never alone, for these walls have helped raise me and console me in sorrow. How could I feel alone when there’s no loneliness here? -h.e.m.