A Poem: Minor

When the pitch in your throat itch
And chord strikes harder to reach
Try a break from rules of major
Take a twist; serve a minor

When the runs keeps you behind
And the riffs your cords can’t bind
Already bled but to not injure
Will not a flat; but simple minor

Take with you joy; smile broader
Take also rhythm, try harder
But not in list awareness of failure
Easing dynamics needs minor

Some will listen and understand
While others may keep high hand
Impress no one with flying flavour
Perch frail notes on humble minor
-Mo Akande

A poem: Sugar

Mo Akande·Saturday, March 19, 20167 Reads

I place my feet on cougars prints
And trail the edges of HGV flints
And the rationale of the metaphor?
Sugar Spouse is a better lexicon
If at the long run I bleed
Awe’ll strike not more than thunder
For the cover aforementioned the book
That my sugar thirst
Will give me pile
I let my pecker do the thinking
And gave thoughts to sinking
No facebook handle; Whatsap anchor
They’re only schooled to dial and hang
And take adultery to bang
If twenty naira would suffice
The jealous a metaphysical trap
I might meet my maker earlier
For the cover aforementioned the book
That my sugar pile
Might turn dysentery
I’ll cut chase curtly than knife
I’ll fail fear this once in life
And take strides bold would envy
For they’re long betrothed; by status at least
And I’m covered masking teenage
What maniac is the demon in me
That’s set me on track of burdened relay
If I bite my finger when revealed
I then shall chew well, to feed integrity
For the cover aforementioned the book
That my sugar dysentery
Will birth diabetes.

I place my feet on cougars prints…
Diabetes might transpose to death

-Mo Akande

A poem: Scars

Scars are more than taints on the flesh

They are symbols of strength,

They visualise our ‎dark side

Gruesome stench recking‎

Deformed tissues healing from the inside

Deformed skin exhibiting ‎victories won

Marking made on the flesh

Some with intent and purpose ‎

Others scornful and mocking‎

 

What are scars?

Some fibrosis fibre tissue

Blazing glory

Diminishing denting image‎

Bruises, imperfection, impurity

Mask w‎ore for disguises

Survivors marked with victory

‎Scars hides identity

 

Daring to come clean 

Daring to showoff

Daring to be simple

Daring to step out of the shadows

Cobwebs knitted in the shadows

Scar a universal phenomenon

Only if I decided which scar I wanted

 

Unique in all its forms

Structure of my character ‎wielded

Times of my scarred being broken

Stronger than the lurking force

Stronger than stinking shame

Stronger than dark obstacles

Stronger than my horrid being

 

Untold stories

Untold victories

Untold glories

Untold greatness‎

‎Untold emotions

Untold masks

Untold strength

Seen tatoos, better stories. ‎

Scars connected to stories.

A poem: Inner Turmoil

The whimpering of her voice,
The groaning of his soul,
The longing of their hearts,
The desire in their eyes
The blubbing of the shadow
The elation of the unknown
The rapture of euphoria
The delight of mane
The gleam of hope
The glisten of simplicity
The twinkle of a smile
The eagerness of a new bride
The enthusiasm of an expectant mother
The snivel of a new born
The glooming of mystery
The despair of rejection
The wispy of the flightless
The twisted buoyancy of life

GERE OCHUKO

A Poem: Lonely Path

Walking down a lonely path

I wonder how far have gone

Is someone somewhere bothered?

Where is the one?

Which is the path?

How do I satisfy my longing?

 

Walking down a lonely path

I can hear my heartbeats

The thorny road mixed with my groaning

Music to my ears

I strive to finish the race

‘what is the price?’ a small voice asked.

 

Walking down a lonely path

A path dreaded

A path deserted

The chilly wind flirts with my tresses

Whistling and whispering of it’s crankiness

 

Walking down a lonely path

Searching for answers

Seeking fulfillment

Sorting out my sanity

Simply looking for a new path

 

GERE OCHUKO