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Monday, November 30, 2009

Purpose

Forget about love

forget hate

forget hurt

forget her.


 

Forget about rejection

forget heartbreak

forget loneliness

forget betrayal.


 

Forget about mistakes

forget tears

forget pity

forget sorrow.


 

Forget about faces

forget fears-

above all,forget death

but please-please ,

do not forget

to LIVE:

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Pain (Part II)

This poem is not about love-

or writing my verses

all over you.


This poem is about you-

about that voice in you

that is always silenced.

This is about the tears

you cry behind the

bathroom door.

This is about you

strangely

staring at yourself

in the mirror.

This is about that child

in you that is oppressed

and rejected.

This is about questions-

unanswered questions.

This is about forgiveness

and reasons why you wont

let go.


This poem is not about Love-

No- this is about YOU-

This is about PAIN:

Friday, November 6, 2009

Untitled (for the poet in me)

I need you Poetry

I need you Poetry.


 

I forgot-yes i did,

Left you with teary eyes

and a brocken heart-

I never bothered to take

one last glimpse at you.

I forgot the similes

and metaphors

that walked me through valleys.

i forgot you-yes i did-

thought-i dint want you

anymore-

put my pen down

and threw away the paper-

i thought i knew what i wanted

that i forgot to see

what exactly i needed.


 

I need you poetry, yes I do.

I need you to keep me in your

Verses-I need you to hide

me in your ink.


 

I need you poetry -like

the breath that runs through me

I NEED YOU POETRY.


 

Ps:I wanted to call it quits and let go of you guys-i thought my issues were bigger than poetry,but i was wrong.i need you guys cos you have helped me write better.For Lulu,the walking man,angel shishi,funms,kookie jar and all the rest -Thank you all.


 

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Untitled

Come,come,come;
come to me
My poet-my lover;
when it hurts,
go ahead
and tell me,
when this world
takes you by the
throat-
run to me
and ill be there
always.

Who understands
you better ?
I am a gift to you-
i am your comfort
in distress,
So bring it all to me
My lover-My poet.

Ps: am thru with Exams thank you all for the support and patience-Bloggers rock!! lets take this world with the pen.Love you all Robyn

Thursday, September 10, 2009

For You

Am only Gone till october 9th due to University
Exams.I miss you all and have alot to write you.

Robyn

Monday, August 17, 2009

Untitled

She covers her eyes-shyly,
and begins to sing;
words one by one
open up-as a petal
from a flower-
that is blind to its own
beauty.
And i
in a moment of
self conviction
sit still and listen;
As
through an embarassed
gesture
comes a senile love song-
a favorite of mine
words made up-
words
perfectly put together-
a song from closed eyes.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Silence (Revised Edition)



My Silence,
haunted me-
My silence,
had Noises-
so i gave it a mouth-
i gave it a voice.
Now,
Silence has a life;
Now silence
haunts me no more.

Monday, July 27, 2009

The Little boy (Revised)



I once knew this little boy
he used to be happy
he prayed everyday
and had no problems.

This little boy loved himself
and was loved
he believed in himself
and loved to write.

I once knew this little boy
that i dont know anymore
He was stolen by desires
clothed in pain,
drowned in tears
and heartbreaks
and filled with self pity.

I once knew this little boy
that got lost in me.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Quest

Take me
to a place so far
away.

Take me
to a place
where i am greeted
by the scent of
morning dew.
where-
like i boy
i can dance to
the rhythm of the rain
and
listen to the whispers
of the wind.
Take me
to this place;
a place
ive only dreamt of
and written about
in poems.

Take me to this place
and leave me there
to rest.
Take me-
to place so far from here.


Ps:Dedicated to the walking man(i hope you love it).Thank you for your criticism-it has helped me write better.Am still workin on my punctuation.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

For Antwonne (UN EDITED VERSION)


This night I lie here by your mother
watching her sleep-am
Prisoned by your thoughts
So I pray, and paint your
face on my heart-
Waiting for the day you
will tiptoe from my dreams
into this world.


What greater gift is there?
What better prayer can I make?
I promise-I’ll be here with you
When your breeze grows stronger.
I will stand by you- wrap my arms
around you and lull you to slumber.
Through my eyes will you see this
World-a cold world.
 I will depend on God
for your sake;I will lean on
the faith that he will watch over you

where my eyes see not;I will rejoice
at the thought of you-Because I know that
like your father,you will fight-the good
fight.
with your Verses I know that
you -my child will embrace the truth;
you will take this world by the throat.

so what can I say ?what can I skip?
Antwonne
-my unborn
i will  
pray and wait on you.



This poem is unedited but I thought I could share it in its raw form without editing it or any emotion.
Dedicated to Eizzy (you are a poet my dear and thanks for the sketch, it fits just right.)


Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Untitled


Africa-

Write your name only 

This is your moment 

Your time under the sun. 


Africa- 

 Don't write the name of any god 

Don't write the name of any soul 

Don't write the name of any man. 

What have they done? 


Africa-

Look at them with their void stares 

These are the same faces that 

abandoned and 

fled from you. 

These are the same faces that 

raped and 

molested your children. 


Africa- 

this is your moment 

write your name only. 


 


 

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

A letter to God


Dear lord
What will a prayer
From a little man like me do?

Will it
Stop my brothers
From killing each other in endless,
Senseless wars.
Will it
stop,help that little girl
That cries at the empty 
breast of its dead mother
I need to know Lord
I really need to know.

Will it
Provide solace to that
Mother that lived to 
bury her child
will it
Voice the pain of my 
Sisters-
that are
tortured, raped
And some burnt
alive in
The midst of what
we call civilization

Dear lord
What will a prayer
From a little man like me do?


Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Journey

The curtain drops
your show is over
your last poetry recital-
beautiful faces
all disappear

You pack all your
moments

in the bottom
of your suitcase

cover them with
your memories

a huge
"we will miss you card"

with the signatures
of all your

fellow poets.
you pack all of
them

cover them with
your memories-

piles,piles and
piles of them.

you close the lid
tightly

(you have everything
from a stay abroad)

you head back home.

Back home
you unpack.
everything lies in
disarray

exposed,vulnerable,
silent.

But-
as you rearrange
the new shelves

you have created,
suddenly you notice-
how everything looks

different,
you notice how everyone
has changed
-
Even the face in the mirror.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Untitled (to the African Child that is never heard)



In the vast
of her
emptiness
she sits
with
welly eyes
on
a cold hard
pavement.

Silently-
uncontrollably
she weeps-
involuntary
tears.

On her skin
are stripes
of moments
in her life-
raw moments
overshadowing
the ripe moments-
leaving behind
a path of pain
well marked
upon her face.
no one cares
to even stop,
look
and notice her.
no one
cares to lend
an ear-so
she just
weeps
and weeps
and
weeps.

(Dedicated to little Roselyn-i noticed)

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Actor

Noises
people-with
empty stares
confused adoration
stifling screams
they applaud-
i take a bow
the show is over
curtains drop
today's tale has ended.

Beyond the curtains
i hear fading screams-
i place my hands tightly
against my ears-
drag my body on my elbows
and cry out
"Lord let them go away please".

Time collects in one place
my soul stifles a scream
all this pain,
all these broken moments
become a reality,
am betrayed by my own silence.

And now
With my teeth,i
pick up pieces of me-
piece by piece
part by part.
So
Tomorrow
a new day will unfold,
Tomorrow-
I will play a new role.

To the activist,Lulu ,angel, Emi ,shishi n K

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Untitled ( For Claire ) Part 2

Love
breathes
down my spine
onto my heart
into my soul.
I lie-
wordless
thoughtless
and watch
in disbelief .
Tonyte,this nyte-
Claire-my first
object of infatuation
rests
peacefully
jet-lagged,
in my arms.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

The Last Poets

When you go home
tell them for us-that,
today,
we write our best.

we write for love
write,
in the name of
Freedom.
Tell them-please
that,
we write for
peace,
justice
we write for them.

Tell them
that-
for their tomorrow
we write our souls out
Today.


Friday, January 2, 2009

Voice of Solitude

Hours pass,days go

unnoticed

no one wants to know

no one even cares.

If only someone,could 

stop and knock at my door.

Silence is killing me-i

periodically mutter to my self

just to keep sane.

a plate of spaghetti-spent;

An unfininsihed poem

from a previous

encounter,gracefully sits 

and stares at me relishing a 

melody of lament-

i cry out,just to hear

a sound beyond my

silence-

Loneliness embarasses me at times

so i clothe it,

i bathe it in amazing terms

"Lovely loneliness",

but with time it crawls in

to claim the truth to its name

"I am LONELY"

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