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Would you still love your daughter if she was like me?

Would you give her love and affection?

Even if she was yelling and screaming and being mean?

Or would you turn a blind eye and just say 

"Oh, she just wants attention!"

And ignore her cries for help.

Would you still love your daughter if she was like me? 

Would you kiss and hold her and tell her everything will be alright?

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The Black voice is electrifying.

Bringing forth worlds never imagined,

From dominions in Africa to mystical spheres unheard of.

Telling tales of majestic beings, kings, queens and the simple Black girl next door.

The Black voice. Telling Black stories.

We need Black literature because it shows

That our stories matter.

That our histories are worth sharing.

Tha...

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As I stare out this window

down to the little people of the world 

I wonder and wish 

what if i was the beautiful tall girl with the blonde curls?

can I see into her soul?

by staring out this tear streaked window?

can I have her life?

and trade her these frightening memories that float around in limbo...    

shes so radiant and thin

Everything that I am sadly not

she ...

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He'd obviously been wounded by Shakespeare. He starved himself until he vanished into awareness dropping off a bridge. He knew you could chew your tail endlessy like a cur in hell. 

Sometimes nothing feels safe so take refuge in uncertainty.

Stuttering eulogies and lisped seductions of a minor.

Prayer For The Mistakes: Tie the tourniquet tight. Let the pigs dine in the trou...

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How are you?

A question worth a thousand answers 

A thousand possibilities summed into one

Fine

Somewhere in between the good and the bad 

Between the lines 

Of the lies 

Fine -

Just fine.

By Faith Olajuyigbe, author of Words of Faith

For poetry and more visit: https://www.wordsoffaith.co.uk

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How has Covid changed the way you live? Your local community? Many, many ways, probably.

One thing that has changed for me, one that I didn't expect to change quite so drastically, has been access to a library. I have none, and I don't know when/if I will again, which is heartbreaking. Libraries seem a magical, free service to us readers, but money is still required to keep them going. And Cov...

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As I watch the waters flow

It calms my soul 

As I watch the light ripples

My heart mirrors its beat 

Smooth, serene 

Somewhat still 

As they move to the wind of God 

Going only where the Father blows. 

Lord, let your living waters flow.

By Faith Olajuyigbe, author of Words of Faith

Read more encouraging poems here.

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She has a beauty that shines from within 

A light that never grows dim

Her candle goes not out by night

And the radiance inside her, ever bright

When the wind blows,

Her flame - it holds

She thrives, she sparks

She glows, she grows.

An original poem by Faith Olajuyigbe from Words of Faith

For more visit: https://www.wordsoffaith.co.uk

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I’ve weathered storms that I thought would drown me 

I’ve learnt to soar in winds I thought would consume me 

They say 

Out of the ashes must rise a new Phoenix 

The flame…

Being refined by fire

Through it, I’ll rise higher

The flames provide the fuel 

As I soar to my strength

Refined by fire

Gold purified 

A faith that stands.

By Faith Olaju...

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I fell

For the feelings, the flowers, the fantasies. 

I fell

For you, for us, for all that we were.

Innocently thinking that was all love could be.

I confused the falling for the force.

But,

Falling was all about me.

And,

Loving is all about you.

Baby, I'm no longer falling

But to you I promise, 

I'll always be loving.

By Faith Olajuy...

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I was born at twenty-one

Thrust out of the womb

Released into the newness of life

Born, at twenty one

Eyes opened to the world 

Crying, struggling, fighting

Trying to make sense of it all 

Yes, I was only born at twenty-one

Borne out of education

Borne out of society’s expectations

Borne out of comfort, out of the shield

Though I lived before

I was onl...

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sew my eyes shut
tape my mouth closed
board me up in a box
& send me off

attach the postage
drop me off
at the post
don’t open

until i see you there
and i hear you say ‘my love’
and i feel you
next to my warm skin

until then, leave me here

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something could have been done last year, now all is morally blear. go about with your day, just stay.

stay in that house with those people you can’t remember, merely a year ago. 

i’m fine, sunshine, and i will tell you forever

it’s not me, it’s the world. once we change, she goes forth.

the universe moves without us now.

she will not halt, not tonight, nor wednesday. for ...

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that boat on the coast croons the waves

whisking a dying infant in

a baptist sea for saving,

brought faith in God to save them,

a baptist sea for saving.

I see them from sand afloat-

a buoy in the water with chance

and such a sacred body

might sinking be belief-

to then arise them another-

alive.

[2020]

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Today a poem of mine was published on Ink, Sweat & Tears, and it made me think about perception and how differing times can change the meaning of a poem, or strengthen it. My poem is called 'On the edge of the Arctic' and I wrote it before Covid-19 was even known about. It was a poem about the indomitable spirit of those living in extreme climates, based on my personal expereinces as a Shetlander....

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Chasing sunsets,

The ones that shine brightest

Only to disappear

And return again

But never in the same light

Never seen the same way

These eyes tell me, don’t look away

Before it too is gone too soon

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Leisurely and alone,

I was wandering in a palace garden.

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Flowers were completely gone,

But deep green

Summer leaves were fully grown,

And on each branch

Small birds were all the way chirping:

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Seemingly for me a perfect afternoon

To be lost in poem-reciting!

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Suddenly a wind arose,

When a human voice came to my ear,

Saying low yet rather vivid:

It's...

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Based on the opening scene of Stardust Memories.

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The clock ticks in desperation to move us along, to where we belong. 

Our eyes remain forward, no longer looking back. 

The man in seat 2B sobs with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life in his old place.

I soak in the faces of passengers around me, stern looks all around.

All longing for company, for answers that c...

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Only dew drops now remain 

atop blades from the torrential rain.

The lightning strikes 

lessen in succession.

But the dew remembers 

from where it came.

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Suicidal, reclining on a sofa
Gazing at his partner’s photo,
A handsome friend of mine I got
He was by an overwhelming love smote.

To optimize hers and his pleasure to trim
She opted suddenly to desert him.

Buddy, what weighs so heavily on your mind?
Get it off your chest a solution I may help you find!

“An attractive girl sweet-talked me into love,
She playacted as one sent from above.
But all of a sudden,...

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It was a long summer afternoon
a crackling fire lit the yard
the southern sun was setting
while I strummed my old guitar

It was her way of moving to the music
she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes
she danced with the slightest sway in her hips
and her heavenly body torched my skies

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The World in Lockdown People's Poem is now online and free to read at:

https://www.facebook.com/worldinlockdownpoem/

Please give it a read!

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instances of mesmerizing glimpses vivify and lend clarity into an understanding of soul.

evocation leaves an everlasting mark as two twin flames embark from a space of divine love to create fate

meticulous minds pick a place and time, upon your arrival show a sign that's vital, gravity pulls us in for a kiss as our hearts meet.

my greatest wishes grant admission, a star is born and with t...

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occult curriculum, whispers of the ancients, leave for letting out secrets
oil lamp kindling catching flames; shining begotten light from passerbys
in between classes, shifting penrose stairs lead into underlying framework on occasion
halls lined with rooks adjacent and curators searching for a select
rites of secret passageways proclaimed, karma to the dark is just a means to an end
time and...

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A trestle table set with content and classical elements
places a coven with arenose intent in a safe space
their minds set on causing change—present occurences canvass Mandala by way of effect.
fascicle circuits blitz and singe might-have-beens
washing away strands emblazoned in ever apparentness
accommodating silver lining fringe wherein proper golden ratio leaves
their genus' plant matter ...

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How many times does it cross your mind

Maybe a thousand times 

I’d rather have you near

Than only have your poems reciting in my ear

Sure, they comfort me

But most days and nights I need you miserably

And those heartbreaking songs

They make me feel like we belong 

Despite the truth of our existence 

I wish to be in your presence 

So here’s another love poem

Wr...

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You could tell she was trying hard,
Which girl doesn't try to mould their own skin to fit in?
You could tell she was trying to impress,
But as someone who knew better, I should have told her to rest,
But she was trying to hard to make it,
She was going all the way to fake it,
And I could tell,
She wore the sheepish smile,
But I knew this act so well,
She was like me,
I am like her,
She ...

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Do you ever feel like you're the protagonist of a book?

Where the ending is constantly being rewritten and you're just waiting for the day that it's finally gone through all the edits and gets published?

But what happens if it's a novel that has 7 parts?

You might never even get to read the last written words or get to the final chapter of what you thought was your

"perfect ending."

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Shining ever so bright
a beacon of hope, like a chinese lantern
photosynthesis get' me through the night
beauty so divine, i wonder if i could map her
would the geometry show me the light?
because she must be god's best work

my third eye look through the peephole
how can she not have walls up when she deals with these people
guide me, be my mentor
would you take my hand, and put this flow...

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in your essence I sense resplendence
could do no wrong by me, your personably impressioned defendant
your honor is what I strive for
it's why the day turns to night, sun and moon argue back and forth
fight about what's wrong and who's right, tug of war
light bends but doesn't break, shines through the prism, and is perceived in different waves

I met you once but my memory is starting to fade...

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Teacher stood Saying Marie converse in verse 😳

Eh said I, This class is hell its the worse 

I can't write or talk Petry and all that crap stuff

bugger this I thought I've had just about enough

I went to toilet then ran all way home that day

I hate bloody poetry,  not doing it, no way😒

Next day on detention I had to write a verse

I tried saying I was ill, I needed the school nu...

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Because I wrote it dont judge, its not me

I wrote lots about the killer look i am still free

A poem calls out in my head 

I write fast flowing then put it to bed 

Any subject i am known to write 

From love in an disused mine

To the ups and downs of a swine

Read me enjoy me but please 

Its not me, i just like to tease 

Enjoy the poem dont take it to heart

As specially ...

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Drowning in the Drought

At times I drip with poetry

The words simply pour out of me

A flow it seems no dam could ever stop

Until, I’m drowning in the drought

A flood of tears and mere self-doubt

That withers, in the barn, my finest crop.

17.1.2020

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Through the cuts of snares, nothing to rest till the evening swallows, these counterband thoughts, so wicked and hollow, that they make my heart full of pulse and out they go and strums the kingdom of never coming down boost, never to be me

so chased by gates that alter the heights, and by memories that sweep, or of a different time, whichever came first, only I was speeding against the horns o...

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