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 Jun 2016 Jane
Ignatius Hosiana
By arms that were home
a door through poetry opened
prior my knock
And I realised
that things we loathe sometimes
**** monsters inside

I once hated her
but poetry led me home when
all was done for me
For this reason I
do walk with her wherever,
Poetry is my life

Gorgeous though she
may not seem to so many
she's world to me
 Jun 2016 Jane
Ignatius Hosiana
Move
 Jun 2016 Jane
Ignatius Hosiana
the world before
the world moves you
change her before
she changes you
take opportunities
before they take you,
spin the globe
before it spins you
pray for the universe
lest she preys on you
that's the only way
to live to rightfully
leave the way.
 Jun 2016 Jane
Ignatius Hosiana
The
 Jun 2016 Jane
Ignatius Hosiana
The
most challenging task I have
ever had to do was move on
from "us"...it's a conundrum
I get back to every after
completing other puzzles
that come my way...
But I doubt I'll ever
complete its
assemblage
albeit I won't
stop trying.
 May 2016 Jane
Sedoo Ashivor
Guess
 May 2016 Jane
Sedoo Ashivor
I appear where bold people speak
I precede intention
I breed expectation
I rarely reside with the weak

You can recognize my symbol
You can use me in your tone
I am neither proud nor humble
But I prefer to work alone

I would like to haunt you
Sometimes, I'll taunt you
Until you say something
Back to me.

**What am I?
 May 2016 Jane
Sedoo Ashivor
Asleep
 May 2016 Jane
Sedoo Ashivor
As I rock him,
     His eyes become dimmer and dimmer
       His breathing is quieter and quieter
      His eyelids get heavier and heavier
   Until they flutter close...
He is asleep.
 May 2016 Jane
ryn
Punctured
 May 2016 Jane
ryn
This feeling...
Heavy...
Like a wreath bearing down my neck.
Every fibre in me seem to be at loggerheads.

My heart...
Pounding.
Each beat is a hammer
sledging away at my saneness.

My breaths...
Premature and short.
Inconsistent.
I respire full but with punctured lungs.
 May 2016 Jane
Stephan
.

Wednesday night you loved me
Thursday morn no more
Now my heart is broken
Shattered on the floor

It came without a warning
Just a little note
It said that you were leaving
That is all you wrote

Now I sit here crying
Loneliness I feel
What we had was special
I thought that it was real

I wish that you had told me
Just what you had in store
Wednesday night you loved me
Thursday morn no more
 May 2016 Jane
Sedoo Ashivor
The glowing moon peeps
Through the floating hazy clouds
It's a quiet night.
 May 2016 Jane
Ignatius Hosiana
She did it in the precious name of the king
who couldn't even bend past his bloated belly
she respectfully kissed his diamond ruby ring
and not because he could fly her to Paris or Deli
she urgently did it to **** the biting itch upon his back
using her ***** nails, with servants' muck at the back of her palm
for she saw the struggling king stiff stuck
believe it when she says she actually meant no harm
oblivious of the consequence of slave hands on royal skin
acting in the name of kindness to a caring crown
if only she'd known she was kicking a dragon's sheen
never could she at any moment wear this beautiful frown
for her next of keen mourn her feeble neck despondent in the noose
of a ravenous and thick expensive rope awaiting his use
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