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Henry Akeru Jul 2017
I remember being locked in the pumpkin of her own eyes.
Smiles that catch Snow and burn fire.
She is Nkem, Yes, My  Nkem! She sparkles more than she glitters;
More than even the brightest Star.
She is a canvas; colored with all the shades of beauty.
Like the Udala tree is Sacred.
She could pass for a goddess if she is not one already
So in my heart, her temple is Laid.
  Jul 2017 Henry Akeru
Janae
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Staring back at me
Even with no gaze
It’s judging me
Henry Akeru Jul 2017
Age
When age Speaks beauty not the pain of pension regrets and Missed adventures.

When is Age is light as a kite
But is heavily glazed with Wisdom.

When the youths obscure sight
Is a mirror foresight reflecting before one?
Henry Akeru Jul 2017
I seek not to hide in truth
Or swirl in the spirals of honesty.
I just want to rock with ease
And draw on the canvas of life with smiley strokes.
I seek not to ravel you with words
Or drown you in the sugar sweetness of my rhymes
But to open up your souls to the silent songs of hope.
Henry Akeru Jul 2017
A certain ray of light pierced day
As if to burst the bubble into colored beams.
In the dazzle of the day a bloke felt moody;
Trapped in the maze of his voiceless mind
As he walked oblivious of passion to his prison
Yet prepared he was not for the finery he was yet to see.
A chill crept through his Snaky spine:
When his fell eyes fell to the gravity of the being descending-
The Murky dusty Creamy Stairs
A goddess! regaling in a fiercely flowery gown
Embracing her Sculptured Succulent frame.
She met his eyes with the force of a stray beam of light.
A thud was heard as his heart exploded down his bowel.
Her presence decorated the air stylishly with a musk of femininity.
All at ones he became alert of nature's essence.
An instant Hum perfumed the epicenter of his sordid heart.
He reached out to touch her slender arms
As he breathed almost mechanically "You are beautiful"
  Jul 2017 Henry Akeru
g
5 year old me
thought it was
sharing things with people
crying with them

12 year old me
thought it was
holding hands
the term "boyfriend"

15 year old me
thought it was
kissing
touching

18 year old me
now understands
love comes in many different forms
sometimes in words
sometimes in expressions
sometimes in staying
and sometimes in leaving.
maybe someday i can fully comprehend what love is :")
Henry Akeru Apr 2017
When all is well and Swell
And the glassy sea spill out shells
      The majesty of its ell
       On me cast a spell
My nostrils twitch to the glorious smell...
I revere at the beauty therein kept
    And the life it gave my latent cell.
A sudden golden gong gushed from a bell!
  A gush from within i knew well
         Images: forms of my Angel
Blissful thoughts of love held me like a gel,
          And then I fell!
Head Swirling like a loose thread held by a peg.
   To bow and follow my noble Adelle
      A course thus set for this Ansel!
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