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Adeiza Atureta

Women (She)

She bares in entirety and dares to bed
She bares in her woman; with feelings called She
She bares in warmth that lures to couch,
She bares in poise and inquires your care.

She bares to bones, in her serene and heart
She bares to share, in her prod of 'soft'.
She caters in care, to a wanderer-HE,
and folds up to earth in her deepest of grief!

She bares in steers, upsets and cares
She bares in mystery, unscathed and teethed.
She bares with loop to sear and possess,
She bares with a body: too sultry and starved!

She stinks of soul of deathly puzzles,
but rests in ambiance: of press, of sweet wine.

She strikes as often, a soul without bliss;
but churns with dunes of soulful fancies.
She bares in her tears but bloodless in battles
She trots in her still, and to chants of Victoria!

She bares by hills of manly emotions,
She bares in woman, of console and freedom.

She bares in reason, that speaks for oceans,
She bares as bad soothe, that break into mourns.
She unearths the natures of heaven and earth,
She sucks deep in 'sore'; and she's hurt by the loins

Though lost in pride of dreams; reminiscent of green havens
Still, She's woman with 'pride' to hide,
knowing our wants lay by her sides.

...Strenght of a woman...
© October 2004

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For India - She

AFRICAN DREAM

Black world
first love...
true light
my world.

Swift birds
in free perch...
sweet pines,
my world.

Vast race,
kill hate
Cross-sides...
gross states.

Many voices...bla, bla
lousy buses...honky horns
tripled faces, ugly bearings,
peaceful places, pretty picture.

Guns lay idle,
drums turn rifles...
rivers run errands,
leaders are governed.

Bring forth the dream!
Crown forth with kings,
till our nation's reviewed,
and her ocean's bemused.

Bellies of abundance;
will bulge with reluctance
'Fair mirrors' are willing, and we
pay them our bidding.

The African dream,
a heavenly realm...
The perfect true-test,
of heaven on earth!

...channels to new Africa...

© July 2004

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Born to Fight

Destiny approaches with a bag full of aches,
fast nights draw gloom in much pace for a day.
Loose sheaths rear swords that cry: bury, bury!
Her cold borders draw blood and spirits to fall.

© November 2004

...about in-fighting among rival kinsmen; about
power-tussle,greed and rage...

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Creation

The early winds puff silence,
and the cooing of birds enliven spirits
into paying portent,
but to mortals...
in man and woman,
doing synthesis of twosome into soul.
...enhanced fusion of body and soul into being and to product...
February 2003

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in My Life Time

In my life time,
way past ancient rhymes,
life wasn't all of hustles n bustles
or even poverty n squalor.
Those were the times
when virgins were our pride,
and impurity,
a sacrilege to ageing fathers.
In my life time,
maidens bared all
but to rites alone,
for a deities pass
unto life afterward.
In these times,
decades won't even fade on immorality
Yet, they becloud the revered groves
with pride,
and above a sacred deity's.
The temper of roaring thunders!
A cry of lightening severes.
Pathways now lead to early graves,
forces have now merged to wipe a race!
But it's true that times have changed,
In the days of now from then
So real is a deity's wrath, that it waits!
And then pressed, it seals on modern times!
...unlocking the trends of the times before now...
May 2005

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Life on Earth

Hustles and bustles
before a nearing dusk
Paces for the work,
and paces do the clock
such is life on earth!
I hear cries beg for mercy,
I ponder over cries that stamp as horses hoofs!
So, what is life on earth?
Is it: a nation that struggles to perish her dearth?
or her children who weep in sweeping sorrows?
or maybe, a land of heritage that rumbles in a cacophony
of voices?
Just what is life on earth?
...perils of poverty...
1997.

Novelty

Sweet memories ignites virgin soul
to eternity,
and the moans last a night-long,
outliving a wait,
that burns out in patience,
and yearns in great thirst!
...on the 'first experience'...
November 2003

Sorrows of Rose

These dirty minds hold me,
they call, say, they like me
Loose, dirty cords feel me
though dull, say, they want me
Bright souls cry, they love
but search, and they hold forth!
Dry bones sure desire me,
but their dreams end before me.
...when 'beauty' reflects in sorrow over the pains that go with
beauty...
July 2004

Freedom

Far in battle
I try to recoup consciousness
Far-flung in battle
I try to end my running emotions
Far in battle,
I try my thoughts in respite of breath
Deep into battle, I cried,
but the impaired emoions held back
It hurts when i view my past,
it upsets to see my people recline
It pains to think of life as agony,
it pulls hearts to tear, when a child is
bathed in its nanny's blood
But i'm done for!
Death could be if the shores fail to moor
But who knows?
How long will it take?
How soon would this be?
...on the chasing evils of apartheid...
1998
For Madiba

Greed

Power corrupts, but absolute wrecks!
Sit-tight is promising, but bleeds without end
Scuffles and baggage of rage submits!
rifles and hemorrhage by hate forbids
Green parades sweep by unkempt antecedents,
human barricades are swift to denounce another ascent.
...when power corrupts man to the level of his own reinstatement...
April 2006
To the leaders Nigeria ever had

In Ten Days

When a bride is made,
much pride soon fades
with the tour she takes
through nine dawns,
till one dusk makes ten!
One journey to make, whispered I,
through rugged tars in reckless lay
But by view to tourney worth a price,
I soon reflect in my futile
which smacks,
and does with all of the hourly strike!
This promise i vow,
to stand by the test
tarrying in caring ways,
while our even stands unbent
In ten moons of solemn and tight!
...despite the odds, man strives to outlive a deadline...
January 2003

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