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 Nov 2012 Oli Nejad
Ben Okri
O ye who travel the meridian line,
May the vision of a new world within you shine.

May eyes that have lived with poverty's rage,
See through to the glory of the awakening age.

For we are all richly linked in hope,
Woven in history, like a mountain rope.

Together we can ascend to a new height,
Guided by our heart's clearest light.

When perceptions are changed there's much to gain,
A flowering of truth instead of pain.

There's more to a people than their poverty;
There's their work, wisdom, and creativity.

Along the line may our lives rhyme,
To make a loving harvest of space and time.
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Source:
http://www.writespirit.net/blog/archive/2006/12/03/poems
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 Nov 2012 Oli Nejad
Ben Okri
Living is a cross
That any one of the rock-faces
Comprehends.


We are drawn
To many seas.
We drown wholesomely
In the failures of confrontation.
The rain
Drenching
Our doorsteps
Has nothing to do
With the simplest desires
And lacerations
We bring
To the smallest acts
Of living.


The child
On the broken catwalk
Hearing the sounds of our hunger
Without understanding
Throws echoes back
To the earliest abandonments
Of love.


Minor devastations preceding
Horror
Resonate the ineffable.
The mothers that wake
At the slightest sound
And the fathers that
Smoke all night
And the rest of us who are
Vigilantes from the demons
Of oppressed sleep
Find at dawn the clearest
Images of bewilderment.
Even the best things
Collapse beneath the weight
Of ignorance.


Living is a fire
That any one of the wave-lashes
Comprehends.
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Source:
http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
 Nov 2012 Oli Nejad
Ben Okri
I remember the history well:
The soldiers and politicians emerged
With briefcases and guns
And celebrations on city nights.

They scoured the mess
Reviewed our history
Saw the executions at dawn
Then signed with secret policemen

And decided something
Had to be done.

They scoured the mess
Resurrected old blue-prints
Of vicious times
Tracked the shapes of sinking cities

And learned at last
That nothing can be avoided
And so avoided everything.
I remember the history well.

                                                                 2
We emerged from our ******* mounds
Discovered a view of the sky
As the air danced in heat.

Through the view of the city
In flames, we rewound times
Of executions at beaches.
Salt streamed down our brows.

Everywhere stagger victims of rigged elections
Monolithic accidents on hungry roads
The infinite web of ethnic politics
Power-dreams of fevered winds.

The nation was a map stitched
From the grabbing of future flesh
And became a rush through
Historical slime

                                                                 3
We emerged on edge
Of time future
With bright fumes
From burning towers.

The fumes lit political rallies.
We started a war
Ended it
And dreamed about our chance.

Fat fish eat little fish
Big ones arrange executions
And armed robberies.
Our ******* shapes us all.

I remember the history well.
The tiger’s snarl is bought
In currencies of silence.
Eggs grow large:

A monstrous face is hatched.
On the edge of time future
I am a boy
With running sores

Of remember history
Watching the stitches widen
Waiting for the volcano’s laughter
In the fevered winds

Hearing the gnash
Of those who will join us
At the mighty gateways
With new blue-prints

With dew as seal
And fire as constant
And a trail through time past
To us

Who remember the history well.
We weave words on red
And sing on the edge of blue.
And with our nerves primed

We shall spin silk from *******
And frame time with our resolve.
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Source:
http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
 Nov 2012 Oli Nejad
Anon C
I need to write a love poem
One about you
Enough with the dark memories
Let us shine light on something bright
Like the way you always make me smile
I find myself frowning for hours
Then you happen, I am caught off guard
Heart skipping a beat, feeling giddy
I remember why none of it matters
For I easily can get lost in your eyes
Tracing the outlines of your perfect lips
Let go of all these thoughts because you *exist
 Nov 2012 Oli Nejad
Anon C
In a fit of rage you were
Breath thick with liqueur
A shotgun in his face held
Such anger could not be quelled
Screams of hatred impure
Naive, I jump in unsure
Now a gun held in my face
Unaware of the danger I brace
Shouts to move, nothing heard
Life I protect, I hear no word
Stop, just stop, this makes no sense
What triggers a crime so immense
A crime of passion you would regret
Put down the gun, you are the threat
It is not worth your lover interred
Sighs of relief, that night no boom heard
I don't remember how this ended so at a loss on how to end it other than as it is.
 Nov 2012 Oli Nejad
Anon C
To Jesus you cried
Every time you had fallen off the wagon
Staring down an endless tunnel
You screamed how unfair the world had been
Yet who put you here except you, my tormentor
Needles, pipes, spoons these were your dreams
You forgot about what is on the other side of the veil
When you lost yourself floating on the ceiling
Daydreams and fickle nightmares, you got caught
Into a net that doesn't catch, it swallows
And ***** you into the bowels of Hell
Thanks for that, here I stand alone and I need you
I know how hard it is, God knows being human
The addictions are our best friend, worst ******* enemy
You forgot to look in my eyes deep and brown
And capture the love and need of a tiny child
So that child never grew up, she weeps today
Like a little six year old screaming, mommy
The hand was left outstretched and rotting
Now a pile of bones and ash, an echo
I love you as a little child must this is a rule
But you disappointed me beyond belief
Last time I saw you off in an ambulance
Sick with the demons that had ripped through your veins
I didn't believe it when I was told, hell for years I did not
Last time I spoke to you was years and years later
Sounding like you were a child with down syndrome
Who the ***** voice is this, sure as hell not what I recall
Spitting fiery lies about the man my father was
Maybe they weren't but who can believe a **** thing you say
You probably lied to and discarded him as well
You broke all our hearts, not just mine
My sister, leaving her my burden when she was but a child
How dare you break her heart the way you did, ******
Fraternal you had and you spit your acid on her as well
Making love to ***** needles dipped in sewage
Once you were a good person hands brown with work
Kindness a true value, giving the shirt off your back
Teaching about what is good in nature and spreading smiles
Once that was you but you fell in love with the devil
This is a jumbled mess but you, you love
You know exactly what the hell I am talking about
I love you but *******
Little too late.
 Nov 2012 Oli Nejad
Daisy Anarchy
I'm so tired of pain.
I'm numb.
Nothing hurts.
It's like living inside a glass box.
See.
Hear.
Don't respond.
 Nov 2012 Oli Nejad
Lucky Queue
A faerie is not a large creature
Yes, I get it, I'm tiny.
I'm glad you told me the obvious too
Me whose had this body
All my life
Why do you think I'm called
Faerie?
Pixie?
Shorty?
Elf?
Funsized?
Come on people!
Four foot eleven and ninety pounds
Is enormous for a fifteen year old
So many people telling me the obvious today
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