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Henry Akeru Mar 2018
If I was asked to write a story
I will write about hope
For the little she child
Germinating like weeds in the streets.

Pivoting a tray on frail neck.
Hawking fruits while books lay dormant.

Look at Her!
Lemons sprouts abruptly:
Buns smeared with oils of lust.
The she child: An object of *******.

Forced out of secure fences
By the fierce fire of hunger and starvation.

Mummy told her not to talk to strangers
But to strangers she must sell
Out of sight and out of cover
She was pounced on and devoured!

Another maiden is bleeding red tears.
A child becomes a mother!

Even if I had a mandate to write
On clean placards for all to see In white.
I wont waste my ink and sheets
For this generation does not read nor see.
I write for poor children in Africa.. Especially the woman  child whom are mostly victims of **** and molestation..
Henry Akeru Mar 2018
Glanced as the rain wash clean the panes
We kissed tenderly; Synched with the Lightning pain
Soon our nails ate into sumptuous skin;
Sweaty and gorged in Passionate sin.

This Love Will Tear Us Apart

Soon the electric music of washing water ceased.
The shy Sun, at last, was free from the prison of Creamy-clouds.
Unsatisfied and Drenched in passions heat
We ran out to play and bath with the damp wind
Not knowing this Love Will Tear Us Apart!

In your eyes, I saw my frame beautifully crafted,
Cushioned with the mastery of wants and desires.
When our fingers lock I feel a surge of flame
Instantly I knew this Love would rip us Apart.

Time is a flickering *******!
Within nature’s blink Our world turned dark!
Days turn to Nights  and laughter to snoring.
Ticking time knacks its Danceless tune on plain walls
As distance swallowed up all space between us
That was when love TORE US APART.
The pains of a distant and helpless Relationship.
Henry Akeru Feb 2018
Slowly she walked
Like a leaf traveling with the wind.
On her face was a shade of Ash.
She could collapse a bridge
With the venom of her rage.
Yet she chose to smile
'cos her baby bade her So.
Wash her smile did the Ash 
And safely on the bridge towered.
For her rage has come to rest.
She loves him and he too.
A lovely day and a well saved memory!
Henry Akeru Feb 2018
The smile you have
Is the 8th color of the rainbow;
The main essence of the rain!

The smile you have
Is  the patterns on the peacock;
The defination of grace and reign!

The Smile you have
Is the music in the waterfall;
The Majesty and grace of its name!

The smile You have
Can heal a broken heart;
Soft and silky like a lions royal mane!

The Smile you have 
To me is treasure at sea
I shall set sail to famous glory and fame!
#love
Henry Akeru Dec 2017
Tick Tick Tock tock it goes
Speaking the tongue of the old
Round and round the hands do spin
Spilling the guts of man and the wellness within.

Check and Check a must you have 
lest u varnish in its tide and mist
It yawns and growls its bowel is starved!
Three long arms that punch without molding a fist.

Time oh time you stole HIs life!
made Him wrinkle and wriggly like winter.
Why do we live a life of strife?
If time clocks and washes us all away like a passing river.
Just Live every breath with ease  cos it's too thin to bare heavily.
Henry Akeru Nov 2017
HE
He would climb a tree to count the stars.
He once raced after a train crawling from afar!
He dared the Siberian to a friendly dance.
He lives for life and does nothing by chance

He claimed a strange voice was his Spur.
He wanted to hide the moon behind his Freaky Furs
He ones Hushed a Cobra with a Hushy Hiss.
He's But a man willing to live and Grieve in Peace!

He is my friend and a brother by Breath
He had Pulled from my heart a dagger of death.
He is Unknown to the world but to me
He Is Born in my head and herein he lives!
An unknown Hero
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