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MY HANDS by Olayinka Idris

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

A pair of two
Leaf-like with five tiny tools a piece
Unity is their strength
My able soldiers
Always they obey my commands
Never will they go against me
At alert at every moment
Ready for the next action
No retreat, no surrender
They mould my destiny
And shape my future
My life dependants
Just a little brain interpretation
They do the power work
One moment, they are weak
Next moment, they are back stronger
They put bread on my table
.... Straight to my mouth
They groom me up
And drive my life on and on
Those are my hands - my loyal companions

©  Olayinka Idris 2016.

updated by @americymru: 11/29/16 04:10:27AM

MY CRUSH by Olayinka Idris

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

She's an Uptown girl
I, a ghetto child
We're familiar
But our hearts are far apart
Paper vendor with a big dream
Eminent lady with a good heart
So elegant and down to earth
All i long for in life
She pulls over by my side
Same spot, everyday for dailies

Hi honey...
Not to me, she's on phone
How i wish i was at the other end receiving
Does he really need her like i do?
What a question
Go get a life
Not living yet?
My mouth is a coward
Good morning - all it could manage to utter
If only my heart could speak ...

I'm just a mere dreamer
We're living in two different worlds
Life is beyond a fairytale love of yesterday
The beauty and the beast
Nope! I'm not a beast... Just a commoner
Even when The Sun's back cover headline reads - HE NEEDS YOU
I thought i was passing a message
See you tomorrow Yinka and off she went again
Oh! She called out my name
But tomorrow's not the best word i wish to hear
Tomorrow - sounds like next life to come

© Olayinka Idris 2016.

updated by @americymru: 11/29/16 04:10:08AM

THE OLYMPIAN by Olayinka Idris

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

Standing at my corner of the ring
Stronger and smarter
Ready to show you my stuff
I'm in the league of the greatest
So i sting like a bee and fly like a butterfly
My blow is heavy and strong like iron Mike's
I'm not a fighter but an athlete
You are not my enemy but my competitor No need to hit you below the belt
Cause sportsmanship is my watchword

Standing at the brim of the pool
With my trunk on, ready to flow against the waves
I'm flexible like dolphin in human skin
Call me a fish and you are not far from the truth
Cause i'm more comfortable in water than on land
One moment in time and i will show you the Phelps mojo in me
In water i move at light velocity

Standing at the starting point of the track
Cool, calm and calculated
I'm strong like a horse and fast like a cheetah
Set to break the air waves like thunder bolt
We shall start at once but never shall we finish at once
On land i'm invisible
I'm here to break record and set another

Standing on the highest podium
With my gold medal dangling on my neck And my flag flying high in the sky
I could hear the angels rendering the tune of my anthem
And the tears of joy rolling down my cheeks
All these place me on top of the world
I salute the FIGHTERS on the other podiums
And all the competitors
For we are all true Olympians

updated by @americymru: 11/29/16 04:11:04AM

WHEN TEARS SPEAKS by Olayinka Idris

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

Don't hold me back
Time for me to flow
Through the hollow parts of your eyes
And clean your sight for a clearer vision
To see a better tomorrow

You are so hurt and hot
Your heart is aching
Your vision is blocked
Your mission is defeated
Your dream is fading
Your body is weak
Your spirit is down
Your soul is wandering in the wilderness
Not worthy a life again

Here comes me
Your inner water-fall
I roll down your cheeks
Down to the mother-earth
Waste away
For you to see a way
To ease your pain
To cool your nerves
And make your brain settle
To turn your despair to hope
To bring back your confidence and self-esteem
To give you a new life

I'm your comforter
Your eye-opener
So, kindly allow me
To have a free flow
Never worry
Next time, i will come - tears of joy

updated by @americymru: 11/29/16 04:10:44AM

SEE YOU....... MY LOVE by Olayinka Idris

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

See you on pay day
When I'll buy you all what money can buy
And groom you up
Like the real Africa queen that you are
Hand in hand
Side by side
We go shopping all day

See you on raining day
When heavenly blessings will shower down on us
And wash our tears away
In the rain, we will kiss and dance to the tune of nature
The tune, right from the angels of sound and purity

See you on sunny day
When sunlight will shine on everything we do
And lit up our way
For us not to go astray

See you on holy day
When we will bow down before Most High
And say our prayers
To be forgiven and blessed like sacred cows
And go unpunished unlike scape goats

See you on holiday
When we will free our minds
From all life uprising and unrest
And go places we have never been before
With pleasure, we will make sacrifice for our love

Till then,
See you..... My love

© Olayinka Idris

updated by @americymru: 11/29/16 04:09:52AM

The Voice by Andrea Smith

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

I hear that insistent voice

Telling me to end this

It sounds incredibly convincing

I think of the wonderful times

The smiles and the laughter

Then that feeling of abandon

Things haven't truly progressed

He says how much he loves me

I want to hold back

I try to channel the warm and fuzzy

The crippling loneliness is what wins

I want to go on

Forgetting the empty side

Those nights of solitude

Perhaps I will become accustomed to

His actions

My folly to use the intimacy defense

No longer the girl blinded by love

Could be selfish asking for more

Not material but soulful

This can't be right

Soon a resolution

I must stay

But I can't give my everything

updated by @americymru: 11/29/16 04:01:36AM

THE GRIM REAPER by Yash Srivastava

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

I feel a darkness pervade my soul

As I approach the funeral procession

The mourners contemplate their ephemeral lives

As if sinners in confession.

...

I hear the wailing fill the heavens

A sea of black, like an unkindness of ravens

I take a gander, till I see the scythe

On skeletal face, his countenance blithe.

“No man shall see me, and live,” he said

His voice at once ethereal and hollow

“At last,” I cried, “the Angel of Death”

Arm outstretched, he beckoned me to follow.

No one ventured to break the silence

As we walked amidst the tolling bell

And sure enough, we reached the pit

Crowning entrance to the gates of hell.

And so I take the final plunge

Into the fathomless abyss

Desiderating an acquaintance with the Devil

Perhaps steal an innocent kiss.

updated by @americymru: 11/27/16 10:26:04PM

SWEET NOTHINGS by Yash Srivastava

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

Paint your shadow in my mind

After all, I was the one left behind

From all the moments that were surreal

In my dreams where we were real.

Your mellow songs in stormy rains

The solitary walks down the memory lane

Imagining walking down the aisle

While yearning for another smile.

Were all those flowers a charade?

Now there are ashes where they laid

Time will come and tide will take

Find another heart to break.

So I’m going down to the sea

Because I’m not the only one lonely

The waves will hold me dear

And whisper sweet nothings in my ear.

After you promised me the sky

Ugly truths and a beautiful lie

Finally these ropes I can untie

Goodbye.

updated by @americymru: 11/27/16 10:20:23PM

AFRICAN LEGACY by Bel Roberts

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

My valley is the Eastern Cape’s backyard,

a rubbish tip where scrub and thorns abound,

no birds risk landing in this human cage,                

my township with barbed wire all around.

...

My shack has leaning walls and leaking roof,

windows without glass and a splintered door,

there is no running water, sink, or light,

no rug or matting on the earthen floor.

 ...

There are no cupboards, units, sliding drawers,

no pictures, clock, or ornaments on shelf,

no curtain, cushion, sofa,  easy chair,

no mirror to reflect my starving self.

 ...

I own no change of clothes, machine or book,

I’ve nothing hoarded, new, unused or spare,

I’ve never had a gift, or handled cash

to give away, lend out for gain, or share.

 ...

Desperate, I wander up and down the track,

mad for miracles, watching Hope combust

to barren ash in sunset’s deadly flames,

reviving daily, as every phoenix must.

updated by @americymru: 11/24/16 06:05:05PM

Cri de Coeur of a Tinnitus Sufferer by Bel Roberts

West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition 2016

I am half a Siamese twin, linked at the head,

I hear for two, although I speak for none,

silenced by my sibling’s tireless tongue

that witters through my brain incessantly.

I crave peace, release from otic riot,

a moment’s quiet to define myself

as more than just a mush of sonic slush,

mere dustbin of din.
 

My blood relation is a drama queen

who covets title roles and hogs the stage.

In love with her own voice, she drowns me out,

shouts her lines, anticipates her cues.

At night, for spite, she toys with Noises Off

  ̶   a ticking clock, a mocking tap that drips,

a whip that cracks, a claque that claps and roars,

“Encore! Encore! Bravo!”

Oh, how I’d love to lop off my left ear,

untangle jangling nerves that charge my brain;

drain out the dross! But Van Gogh tried that once

and still went raving mad, dying alone,

prone in an Auvers cornfield loud with crows

cawing his requiem; a manic mantra

drumming his demented head to dust,

and deafening silence.

updated by @americymru: 11/24/16 06:02:45PM