I smile as I see your face in my wallet… Traces of you that had begun to fade and as I am reminded Sadness drapes over me-thick curtains at the Epiphany… ” I lost you that day, most certainly”
I stare a little longer The portal to your soulgiving life to you portrait, Your eyes beaming back at me, I hear your laughter- Deep, Commanding… Gentle, I breathe a sigh with eyesclosed and hold you in my mental.
2 years you’ve been gone, it feels like 3 Death was cruel to snatch you from me, Each year passes bringing its distance Your birthday last year… forgive me, I missed it 😦 But it doesn’t mean you are lost to me Neither are you forgotten, ‘Just wish I didn’t have to depend on a picture, I’d rather stare at you in person!
Deeply embedded you are in my history The foundation of my family tree… To forget you Papa… would be to forget me. So I’ll hold on to your pictures and be reminded In hope that at journey’s end we’ll be reunited
Worlds Toilet Day making known my country’s shame… The tally, 34 million taking a dump on the streets! Where then do we put our feet?! … In fear of stepping on shit
How can the leaders deny development? Still a far cry… Citizens watch with eyes blood shot as state wealth streams amongst lesser gods
These lesser dogs, Tearing away at the meat Won’t even invite us beggars to the feast So we lay out on the streets Watching for scarps from their tables to eat I even hear a spiritual leader’s got a gold toilet seat! Probably passes out holy shit
O well, The whole world’s gone to hell so why am I bemused? …Totally confused!
Country surrounded by water, A hydroelectric dam, yet my people defaecate in gutters hardly any power in town
I swear, I can’t stop babbling
The whole thing makes me pissed
I can feel them defecating on me, these
thieves for Politicians filling their
already full pot-bellies, no plans of recompense…
A shout out to the lesser gods dogs “HAVE SOME F*@!ING COMMON SENSE!!!!“
As Nigeria joined the rest of the world to mark this year’s World Toilet Day, a joint UNICEF and World Health Organisation 2012 report has revealed that estimated 34 million Nigerians practice open defecation.
Green light comes on and its a “go” signaling, signaling… Yet traffic, moving slow, matching the envy in my heart dazzling green light monster mocking its very meat
Green light comes on to stun Signalling, signaling… The dot sign, green on my screen becomes distraction. Emerald light that feeds my greed These odds desires, I have no need!
*google image* … Laughing Tayo? 😀
Green light please turn red, bring this traffic to an end! My emotions in need of release a stop to your shine to bring an ease But will you ever lose your glow? the answer I am yet to know. Surely your green light I will see, yet I pray my heart will not skip a beat.
And though our backs be turned for a while I still look upon your green light and smile….
I saw the “Y U NO…” Poster and I just had to put it up there for laughs 😀 … A sort of sweet and sour effect… I hope it worked! 😉
Picture by Terry S. Amstutz. For more of his work please click on the picture
Claustrophobic fit I make for the door Craving the exit Missing a step or more
Groping in the dark Finally hitting the floor I think “this will leave a mark” My mind still focused on the door
Hands and knees introduced to the ground I make my way towards the light I look back on the adventure with a frown The Exit my only respite
Bright lights up ahead so off the floor and towards the door I jet My quick paces lacking caution thus back in the dirt I get 😦
Hi guys! Just made this sonnet up for the dVerse prompt : Poetics– photography by Terry S. Amstutz (I am so late 😛 )… Experiencing a bit of a dry spell but I should make good pretty soon 🙂
Heart plays Pin-cushion
Festival King 