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The Faceless (Written by Wireko Philip)

       
     THE FACELESS:(Written By Wireko Philip)     

It was a cold night,
One could hear the
Wind whistle as the tracks,
Made a subtle noise.
Looked out the window, nothing
but darkness as far as the eye could see.
Then the scene changed,
There's children's paintings soaked,
Guns in a borne fire, with faceless people
Gathered round.
All but one board the train, and
Slits his throat before wished good bye.
Bloodshot eyes of the faceless,
And their pale white skin, all sat in silence. The train moved faster,
Back to the past it did.
It was Johnson, the slit throat.
Soaked in blood, for he mourns.
He takes the train back, armed to the teeth. Every one but the faceless survive,
For the best revenge is to live in guilt,
And to die from the inside.


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FEAR AWAY (Written By: Poetic Dela X Cormla Poet)

FEAR AWAY (Written by: Poetic Dela X Cormla Poet)

CORMLA POET

Everytime I close my eyes,
a constant stream of
rhythmic memories
A cold, frosty penuriousness
held in dark relentless fate
Vespers cover my deepest thoughts, 
My bones are not strong
but I run, i strive with my all
No inspiration, to talk of motivation.
No rise or fall
Fear like a day monotonous
and colorless, the inability to succeed
Fear away! I want a new marvel of sky!

POETIC DELA

...oh yes!
I feel the heat my heart succumbs
to at the sight of the future
These days, my face knows joy
no more,
wondering if that could be nature

Even with the alleged depletion of the
Ozone layer
these hands and feets still endures the
cold nights nature has to offer

I yearn for cheers more than tears
Now the weight of both family and
peers has being left on both my shoulders
and chest
I wish I could retire on an island
or get swallowed by this cursed earth

or better still
embrace this beast
and make it a pet!

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THE SUPPORT YOUR OWN SYNDROME (Written By: Poetic Dela)

If the clouds should gather
we all know the showers of
blessings it brings
When the strong winds
approach
we are all supposed to
think about the ship
about to sink

They say there is blessing
in giving
But in these parts
we believe in hating
and envy other than
supporting

Apart from envy
which they claim to
hate
The HE is not my own
symptom
occurs as a result of the
reaction between
less progression and jealousy
Not leaving out the
"What Do I Stand To Gain" virus

As hard as our folks work
we prefer not to see the magic
they create but rather click
on links leading to nudes
or huge asses that twerk

I sometimes wonder how
we understand this phrase
"Support Your Own"
I'm made to believe we
all concord with the fallacy
about "Support" always
being in the positive state

Most of the cliques (so called families)
we belong to worry about
"your" input to the selfish course
other than "your" progression

Do we really care about
our "Own" or what we "Own"

What baffles me is
if we would eradicate
the dogmatic tendencies
of blueticking messages
requesting for support
from family or the silly
use of unnecessary emoji's
just to fake love

The writings and paintings
on the wall are so clear
Even if my cheeks and eyes
are soaked in tears
None of them will care

This poem was mearnt
to be short
but sorry, I had to
inject this shots into you

Poetic Yesu

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DUM DUM (Written By: Poetic Dela)

Just like lightening
It strikes
It pays a visit to every
household
With no invitation

It never gets welcomed
Just because its comes
with no good
It destroys food stuffs
Especially refrigerated ones

House hold appliances
end up blowing up
Crumbled dresses
remain crumbled
Studies and homework’s
remain unattempted
Peaceful sleeps become
heatful sleeps

The hot condition indoors
Persuade man to seek
natural air
Mosquitoes become
man’s companion
And armed robbery
becomes rampant

Cash is being wasted
on fuel and diesel
A quiet environment
becomes noisy courtesy
The generator
Citizen’s rain curses
on the government

And also on the energy
company
Demonstrations and
vigils become useless
They sweet talk the people
And procrastinate promises

O! Then the lights
comes back
Man is always ready
for another a black out

Dumsor  Must End Now!

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I'm Madly In Lust With You (Written By: Poetic Dela)

"Cupcake, I really adore you.
I cherish and love you more
than myself"
He said that few weeks ago

One thing he admitted
was the imitation of
the life of a spendthrift
The transfer of airtime
through MOMO
and the making of
long video calls
through data
sucking networks

Though peers can attest
to the fact that He isn't
a Bulu
Or He being under the
influence of any Voodoo
We all can guess the type
of black magic he will employ
Anytime she decides
to walk away.

This Juju will contain powers
that can make the girl he once
adored and said those sweet and
amazing words to in verse One
suck him so hard on the stairs at
the last floor in his flat.

The Black Magic from
the Mallam will make Her
visit him every weekend
so they knack so hard
to the extent of her leaving
her G-string on the
dinning table.

Who do you blame?
Is it the extraordinary
Sense of humor he had
which made him
 not realize all the
danger he was attracting.

Or
We blame the amazing
but yet deceitful smile
she showed anytime
they meet at the Coffee Shop.

Now all the elements of
love has being stained with
Pain
Love, traded for lust.

I remember before His
absurd love story started
He struggled to say
"I'm In Love With You"
but now
Without any remorse
or element of pity
He is bold enough to
say
"I'm Madly In Lust With You"

Poetic Yesu.

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JOY (By: Poetic Dela)

My face glows with smiles
anytime
Her heart harbours happiness

The sweet and tender
sound of her voice
Intoxicates my thoughts
about lust

She made me believe in
love once more
But i prefer to believe in
her more now

Though i'm yet to sail on
the boat of sorrow with her
I promise her, Joy will always
Rejoice with her

I'm referring to no other
than the joy in my heart.

Love.
Poetic Yesu.


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Empty Huts (Written by: Poet Dela)

I woke up this morning
to the sound of the gong
The words being uttered
by the gong beater
Seek to abuse the muse
my listening pleasure
had been treated to

This news sounded
so bitter
to the extent that
I had to seek comfort
In the garment of a hoax

Suddenly,
I heard people murmur
That noise was behind
my window
Now I knew all was not well

I realized an unusual situation
The birds on the trees became mute
The hut of my neighbor whose
children normally cry became mute

Now the garment of the hoax
became very uncomfortable
I decided to confirm the news

My sight met an empty hut
upon my arrival at Nii's hut
Joojo's hut wasn't far
I knew at least
I would meet my good friend
still laying on his mat
enjoying the undescribable
pleasure from his mat

But my expectations was
doomed to disappointment at the sight
of my good friend's empty hut

Now I was totally convinced all
wasn't well
I decided to go back to my hut
and wait patiently
Immediately I was about to
leave

I heard women crying
The sound came from the
village square
which was few huts from
that of Joojo's

My curiosity went wild
without thinking
I ran to the village squad

It was a terrifying sight
honestly
I met Tawiah and Naana
in tears
I decided to satisfy both my ears
and curiosity by asking them
what was wrong

Their answer felt like a knife
being pierced not only in
my heart
but my five senses as well

A great tree has fallen
The river has gone dry
The sky looks cloudy

Busumuru
the highest sword
cuts no more

The sword of allegiance
Loses it's warrior

Busumuru Busumuru Busumuru
Journey well!

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