I die amidst this silence.

...Omonoba...
Our people say:
Yoruba: Arúgbó ṣoge rí; àkísà-á lògbà rí.
English: The old person was once a dandy; the rag was once in fashion.- Yoruba proverb.
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The sweethearts of this land called blog(s)ville:

I'm dying in silence here because I would really like to share my new poems with you. However, I am turning a lot of them in for critique and co. and I may not have published them prior to that. So be patient with me. I have decided to share the cropped parts of a poem that I did not include in the final draft though so here's to breaking the poetry silence. You may get the point.

From the poem, Blindboy by NakedSha.

Blind boy, you do not see

Ambitiousness

To look like the rainbow.

Lengthy brows, glowing lids,

Dripping lips, painted hair.

Two stilts for careful walking

The hues of these stilts:

Bronze, turquoise, Umber

Crimson, Ube, tomato, green

Causing awe along the way.

An excerpt from the poem, Midnight Visit by NakedSha

I left your bicycle beneath

the stairwell. If Nursemaid

sees you, tell her the cycle 

is your mission. 

Never take the back garden.

Mother will hear you creep,

she sleeps as a bird.

And mother's done this before

when pa was a boy.

She would scold death out of me,

perhaps Baker will roast it.