I wanna drop my Pen 😭😭😭

Since it cease to be -
The cynosure of prying eyes
I drop my pen 😢

It touch not the wailing heart
Nor put smile on gloomy face
I stop its flow 😢

My pen's tip sprout spite
None want to be in its  company
poets,  I smash my wills 😰

My ink were like acid
Tear open closed wounds
I rest my pen😥

I fought so hard,  to flow my words
Hoping it reaches the broken
It ends now,  I drop my pen 😰😥

My cloud of shame is pregnant
My being a poet,
Goes down the sloppy terrain 😢

I pour my ink away
Sealing my pen for eon
Never to soothe hurting soul 😭

Forgive me,  for stopping mid track
I am broken,  I drop my pen
Poetry deserve not Me!! 😢😭

©Pen of a true Gemini ™
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"IF LOVE WAS DEATH"

if love was death,
I'd spread my arms wide
Waiting for her fire
To eat  me whole,
Forever lost to its pains

If love was death,  
I'd nestled In her pouch
Seeking warmth,
And wait for her fingers
To graze my skin

If love was death,
I will be adorned with her cloak
Escaping the shadow of light
Lost to her island,
Then wander to the beyond

If love was death,
I'd be a matches
Strike on the matchbox
To Burn briskly
Then  burn down like log of woods

If love was death,
I'd embrace her
Basking In her cold hands
Playing on the horizon
Before fate decide the afterlife

©Pen of a True Gemini™
Gemini Art 🎭 🎭 🎭

Theme: ****
Sub Theme: "Stop!!,  No!!,  drowned in my agony"

My voice crackled,  cutting across-
the thickness of the night,
Legs dangled,  spread wide
To contain the Evil
Plunged into Me!!

How wrong of them,
The masked men!
My tongue roll over the lung
With tears  blocking my sight
Left to wallow In shame

I wished death
To take me to its abode
Instead of witnessing,  
This monstrous activity
With the horror right before my eye

Their filmy excuse
Of my short dress,  scoff
"You ****** us"
"Give us our share",  their vain rod
Cutting through my *****

Death is better than shame
If I could put an end to my misery
If I could draw back the time
I'd commit suicide
Way before this violation

©Pen of a True Gemini™
Dedicated to all the  victim

Darkly dirge

The fizzing sound, laced with agony
Cutting through the eerie night
Deafening shout of "Òró",  
Cried out by the "Kòwe" bird
Filtered through the pinna
The great "Iròko" has fallen!!

Oh, men of charisma
Slayed,  and laid like burnt carcase
Left with soul wandering
Through the open void,  no rest
Men that fought gallantly,  like burnt log
They fell,  never to regain vitality

What is a dragon,  with no fire?
A snake without venom?
And a land,  with no king!!
Conspiracy turns foes to friend
To vanquish the origin of all
A man with no homeland!!!

Death chiseled our bent angles
Fall our heroes,
With their skull shaped,  
By the blunt end of the traitor's blade
And the heart of the young ones,
Struck upon with the pike of ignorance!

What a shame!
Foul mouth protruded from the belly
The hat covered the fleeting eye
After we had to our fill
The fire  of forgetfulness,  beaten the brain
Ancestry is lost!!!!

©Pen of a True Gemini™

Note:
"Òró" --- A shout of grief
"Kòwe" ---- A specie of bird,  said by "Yorubas" to announce death
"Iròko" --- A big tall tree, denoting greatness

★ Do forgive me if my words seem out of line,  I am but a child,  but your criticism and correction will be recognize.

A dark, and a dirge Poem

Marry me,  I am a Poet!!

Brewed in the cauldron of stoicism
We pen,  with a glowing ink
Write to Extol, no mind of racism
A devoir,  even on death's brink

Marry me, for my pen runs with strength
For peace to reign,  my pen write
in danger, my pen's tip won't bent
And together,  the future is bright

Love me,  and you will be my ink
I'd run you down,  penning with accord
Marry me,  my heart won't blink
On the podium, over the globe,  we'd win award

Come bask in the warmth of my poem
And I will put you in my lines
My heart,  as soft and white as creme
Marry me,  and be mine

My pen,  not as shallow as a grave
The soul glow,  the pen bow to me
Though your heart fluctuate like wave
I am a poet,  so marry Me!!

©Pen of a true Gemini ™
Rhyming pattern: ABAB

Theme: "Laughter for  Breakfast"
A Duet by:
Bard Oluwateniola Adeniyi (Faderera)  
Fuad Opeyemi (Gemini)  

A free Verse Poetry
🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺

Quite a yore,  when the snail crawl in the open
The birds fly,  oblivious of the stone
The heart so calm,
Not threatening to break out of the rib cage
Yore,  when we have peace as the housewife
And laughter for breakfast
💪Gemini💪

Days are gone, when we arise at the hissing of the vulture,
When we patiently wait for the owl to hunt silently at night,
Or joyfully await the folktales of the aged,
And enjoy the moment of moonlight chit chatting while playing 'ayo'
👊Faderera👊

The thunder might clash
Storm may roar,  
But the breeze of tranquil,
Still find its way to soothe the raging heart
Indeed,  laughter for breakfast
💪Gemini💪

When we assemble at the manor to celebrate our unity,
Wine and dine without fear of being poisoned,
When we dangle our waist to the rhythmic beats and get autem,
Or twerk our butts to the sound of the music and not get *****
👊Faderera👊

Days,  when the crop rose,
To kiss  the morning light
Plants welcome the dew with joy
Felicity is brought to us on a platter
And the heaven smile its grace down
💪Gemini💪

Gone is the time, when we fall to our knees or one's face to greet,
When we have eros love to opposite gender not same gender..
When we honour the church and respect it's doctrine,
When giving wasn't a problem and kindness wasn't scarce
👊Faderera👊

Time so long,  when smiles glint through the eye
Danger not friends with darkness
The chain of slavery,
Not tied to our neck,  living fully
In a house not haunted
💪Gemini💪

Long gone are the days, when the richest man is one with a shilling,
and a pence could earn quality education and utilities,
When feeding wasn't a life taking occupation
Or shelter a life threatening need
👊Faderera👊

Now,  lost to the feeling of nostalgia
Giving knife to demon of today
On knees,  begging to be euthanized
Oh,  long gone are this days
When we had Laughter for breakfast
💪Gemini💪

Now,a shilling amount to nothing; even a pence is worthless,
The leaders now dish out war and serve themselves peace,
Corruption is now added to the list on our menu,
Our food isn't complete without massacre,
Favour is now amounted to cruelty or being diabolical...
Alas! gone are the days when laughter was for breakfast
👊Faderera👊

©Oluwateniola Adeniyi™
©Pen of A true Gemini™

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