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Wednesday, 9 February 2022

Sun Gal (Poetry by Otatade Okojie)

Sun gal (For Otatade)

I am the sun;
I am the Earth
I have been rain
I have been dirt
I'm a shadow in corners,
A celebrity in sight
I am contagious,
But I'm not always right.
Were learning,
We are;
Two dolphins in the ocean
Knowledge is backwards
Sometimes in slow motion
I am the king,
Amongst a tribe of his men
I am the villagers who hover
And then
I am the janitor
Striving for keep
Toiling over time
And under time in his sleep;
I am the wisdom
I am the glory
I am the meaning
In an old prophets story
I am your patience,
I am your mind,
I am the challenge
Beelzebul Want's to find
Started from everything
From ten down to one
I am still the ocean
I still the sun.
Goliath may be growing
David keeps on
Going,
The strength in me
Will rise hundred fold
For Behold,
I AM THE SUN
I am god's gold

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The cat near the hot tin roof ( Otatade Okojie Poetry)

The cat near the hot tin roof,

Was careful where it stepped,
It didn't want to burn it's toes
Or accidentally break it's neck,
It didn't want to scrape over,
And blaze it's fur,
So it kept it's distance,
Not going Near,
But cat,
The roof has cooled now,
But still it purrs ,
When will you climb
And brace your wall,
So you can hold your head up tall,
Night turns to day,
Day turns to night,
This tired cat ,
Has wall in Sight,
This creature,
So regal,
So bold,
And so brave,
Meditates on how to behave,

Which way do I climb,
Without getting burnt,
But cat things have turned
And you should have learnt,
You can't go this way, that way or that,
You should be ready to face your spat.
Day turns to night and night turns to day,
Disapointedly the cat meows away.

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The Man who walked for Miles (Otatade Okojie Poetry)

The man who walked for miles,
Just doesn't exist,
I commend the ideal
That one should persist
But hey;
This man had to rest,
And stop and catch his breath,
Otherwise he would fall and catch his death.
He even looked back into the past,
That didn't stop him from moving fast,
No.
Sometimes, this brave tired old man as he,
Had to go back in time and see,
What was on his mind,
What he'd left behind,
And turn then walk away.
This is the story of the man that walked for miles,
Who had his burden slung on his shoulder,
Who travelled on,
Who kept strong,
Till he was older,
Much older,
For time never stops,
Doesn't just start and never finish,
Time and change,
Does not diminish.
This man now rests,
Legs stretched to unfold,
Without this journey,
His quest would never be told.

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Monday, 7 February 2022

Storm Clouds in Fiction

Storm cloud

Once we were fiction
Caught in the rough
Distilled in a poem
Broken enough
These words
They would chide
Us
Our season so dim
Hack us to pieces
Making us thin
I stand on an Island
Caught in a war
Reaching out to your
Fiction
Thats bleeding me raw

Now we are fiction

Soon we are smoke

What was this love?

I cannot cope

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By Otatade Okojie

No Sweeping Sundays

No sweeping Sunday

A rest from pain

A chattering Mind

My dulling brain

Gladiator rises

With Trojan steps

Each walk i take

The ground has cleft

For whewn i fell

I so was bruised

Battered

Small

Flame

Diffused

And now i march

To lions Gate

Just so Goliath

Can see my

Fate

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Saturday, 25 April 2020

Superhero survivor: Stand up for Sunita Thind Hottest new poet on the block

Sunita Thind is a published poet with two poetry collections, one that is just out and the other is soon to be published.A survivor of Ovarian cancer AGED 37 and has had 11 litres of fluid, one 9cm cyst and my ovary removed, 6 rounds of chemo and two cystectomies and one round of fertility treatment this happened at age 33 which is quite rare in woman under 50. This superhero

Sunita has raised money for Ovacome Ovarian Charity's glitter gala fashion show.

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is now a published poet having a book of poetry published by Black Pear Press with proceeds going to two different Ovarian Cancer Charities from by book launch including and perhaps only yours.

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Sunita was part of performance poetry event for 'She Speaks' in Derby which was very successful as well Duffield Arts Festival, Performance Poetry at Nottingham Writer's Studio, Derby Poetry Festival, Radio BBC Derby and will be taking part in Nottingham Poetry Festival. She has some performance poetry at Derby International Women's day events in The Quad -Arts Centre Derby and Sane Sisters Exhibition at a gallery in Nottingham. I have also performed my poetry and been interviewed for BBC Radio Derby Upload.

Sunday, 3 March 2019

Seen your Face

I have seen your face
Splinters of torment
Disecting me
Luring me into your seaping wounds
Those souless eyes
Cloaked in Shadow
Mourning the loss
Of a spirit
Within
I have seen your eyes
Empty
and black
a tongue
Void of dialogue
A gaping hole
In a mouth
Where teeth
are nothing more
Than bone

Friday, 1 March 2019

Another self

Another self
Unmasking pain
I loosen the rope
You tighten the reigns
So much acid
From this Nightingales beak
Yet this isnt a dream
I am not asleep
The sandman watches
From beside my bed
Voices shriek
Angry in my head
A shiver runs
along my spine
It was not there
Those days you were mine
For days we would flash
Polaroid smiles at the world
Our Joy in infinity
Animated girls
I loosen the rope
You tighten the reigns
Determined to relinquish
Some of this pain

Thursday, 21 February 2019

Glitterball

The things you miss
about the faces that claimed
Your day
people who are just passing
Time
with
You
Scared of aging
I miss the flash of
White teeth
A polaroid of precision
gated bones
Celebrating snatches
from a postcard of Joy
Talling me how happy
You were to see me
Your warm embrace
The honey of your soft
Voice
Like the kiss of
butter
I miss my friend
whose laugh would
erupt
like a Volcano
Turning grown men into
Bludshing yet pulsing
Schoolboys
Spasms of conversations
Lost in the magic
of a Glimpse
Speech bubble people
Eager to be popped
Ripe for connecting
I miss your walk
Like a dance
The shimmy of Limbs
everytime you stepped
Into a room
You were like a
Dazzling Glitterball
Your eyes shone like
Jewels
For there was
Something special
About you

Wednesday, 20 February 2019

The Libra

"Dare i say it"
Mother speaks
laying a blanket
Of Cinnamon Pancakes
With honeyed syrup
and a fly
pinned to the top
"This is my gesture of love"
I eye it with discontent
Pancakes before our normal
Breakfast time
My stepmothers attempt
at Friendship
once more
Flawed and imprecise
Like her
Pancakes with a fly
On top
No jewellery
Of stainless steel
Diamante earing pods
No hemmed skirt
For a little Princess
Patchwork
Vintage
Olden style
Elizabeth Taylor Iconique
Pancakes with Honeyed Syrup
and a smile
A semi nude
Coffee skinned woman
in a blue velvet Gown
waterfall midnight hair
And eyes like starlets
"You are getting to know me," i extend
"I will keep the damsel as a souvernir,"
For she has negotiated her way
into my house
This coffee skinned woman
Her libran scales of balance
Providing new
seasons of comfort

A Strange Thing

There is something strange
About the young one
This young seedling
Lopsided grin
Fringe
Hooded eyes
Masking a sea of discontent
An Opium of Longing
Something odd about
The veins like
tentacles
This Octopus
needing to be loved
Yet so desolate
an Island
A separate being
There is something
strange about the way
Every action
is a question mark
As though she would
Quiz her own
reflection
And her shadow
would trudge off
in Confusion
It is puzzling
To be lost
In a skin
That belongs
To you

Elasticity

He said he loved you
So he took you
There,
A dance with Gypsies
A summoning
of Gods
War Gods
Sea Gods
Sky and Sun
He exploded into
A million fireworks
All over your bosom
Tainting you
With his cells
He said
He loved you
So he took you
There
Beyond The moist
Past Elasticity

Tastebud

Run with wolves
Let your hair
Fly freely
There is a spark
Of electricity
between your fingertips
A salsa in your hips
Magic on your tongue
You are young
Still
baptise yourself
In the warmth
Of the Sun
Love is a tastebud
Swallowing
You
Whole

Tuesday, 19 February 2019

Little girl dreaming

Once upon a dreamer
With her once upon a time
Those myths i once told you
Could unravel
you in time
Neatly stitched
Like the hem of a skirt
Look at all the threading
Patchwork and fabric
Little girl
Mother says you dream too hard
Where are all your fingers
Itchy fingers
Itchy thumbs
make them nimble
Make them numb
Will you be eaten by a
Vortex of dreams
Sink into pillow
Wanted by Sandman
Mother says little Girls
By the Bayou
must Toil
Disipline and habbit
Doesnt unfoil
Keep the dream
Like a postcard in your pocket
Dare you not lose it
My treasure
Lock it

Cinderella and her glass promise

I will wait for you.
It was a lie which was
Pregnant with a thousand sins
For he had lied too
In the hue of the night
The maze of the mind
Soothes an angry minotaur
Angry that she was
left behind
How do you soothe
One who was lost in time
Yet still present
How do you charm a genie
like smoke
into the eternity
Of a trapped existence
To a love
That once upon
was scared of becoming
I will wait for you
she said
A sentence
That hangs fraily in the air
Then is put to sleep
With sedative
When cassanova glides by
With his rhythmn and blues stride
Conversations that can transport
her to Jupiter
Without the tonic
Sharing half a smile ,
Making nerves jitter and
dance like keys in pocket
The clock ticks,
Strikes a chord
If she waited
Cinderellas feet
May turn to glass

Postmark stranded

I promised you
Flowers by the moonlight
Something alive
Breathing
Something loved
Needing Oxygen
The way i needed you
Needing water
You are cocooned
Within this soil
Lovers trudge by in dirty
working man boots
and timberlands
Just to tell stories
Journal the days of the living
To those whose
Ears have slept
I miss the laughter
that bubbled from you
before the wine would come
Filling the room
Like a ghost
claiming glares like a gossip
Your laugh was a postcard
Of where we were
Our stamp
First class
Royal air
I am deciphering
my grief
Scared to embrace it
That it will morph and become me
Such a greedy
wholesome thing
Like a baby suckling
At your breast
Claiming buds of milk
I am only 3 months
into this cycle
By the moonlight
The ghosts of other peoples
tears
and snatches of their conversation
piercing my eardrums
It is like being at sea
With a tempest
Like an angry Horizon
It is like being on
an Island
with no boat
My eyes are wild orbs
From lack of sleep
I grow restless in my
own company
pacing the brackets
Of the limitations i set
I miss most the scent of you
Like a burning incense
Making my whole body shiver
The talks into a purple night
as my complexion would pale
For you were somewhat
extraordinary
Where are you now
My extraordinary love
For i am stranded here

Sins of a rose

I am handcuffed to a love
I do not understand it
It eats me up
Then plucks me inbetween sharp jagged
Teeth
When i am bleeding
It licks my scars
Yet when i am whole
It crunches at my stem
Till i am incomplete
and in need of sustainance
It says i have sinned as a rose
Such a beautiful
Perculiar
Rose with thorns
Once it tried to eat me
and my thorns
they pricked it's gums
Till it bled
leaking yellowing puss
It must punish me now
such a beautiful
perculiar thing
For as a rose
Yanked from its beauteous soil
My roots they still breathe life
and i remain an extraordinary thing
The sin of a rose
My many many sins
Yet loves a dangerous thing

splash

I have baptised myself in a new lie
That i am happy without you
I pull back the soft silk of the bed sheets
Mosaic printed
studying the wrinkles
and the stains you left
On your side of the bed
The cd plays jazz on repeat
our favourite song
dances into my eardrums
as tears burrow like
critters deeper
into my skull
I have baptised myself in a lie
strands of light are a strain to
this purple lit room
Where my flesh rots
with dirt
It has been days of mourning
Weeks of pain
Hours and minutes of loss
Clothes are strewn across
our once Canvas room
There is an echo
Of sobs i wept
A shadow stalls in the corner
glaring angrily at me
Yet dare i remove myself
From the bosom of so much pain
Dare i dual
Once more with love
and life.

The new song

Theres a song in your heart
A poem that has brought you to your knees
You crush the grapefruit
of words between your tongue
The sweet yet sour taste of truth
embedded with sweet lies
That were delicious
Once upon a time
And you tell yourself
This narrative,
My narrative
makes sense
Beneath the sting
Of old pain
Wounds that bleed
With welts and scars around them
A map of pain
A globe of history
Experiences
And you prepare
new words
new songs
a new poem in your heart
Featherlight
To float into tomorrow
Countering the sting
Of yesterday

Sunday, 17 February 2019

Till Dawn

He whistled at scars
on my face
etchings of beauty
which age would erase
Does anyone look like you
he said
His eyes filling
with with the curves
of my hips
To the curls on my head
You are a wonder to me
When you speak
It is a current
Elasticity
Everytime i see
your steps pound the ground
not even the shriek
of a nearby noun
Can distract
me from this trance
That exists
Hypnotism
Over years it persists
For when you smile
i imagine myself
perched as a butterfly in your pocket
A peck on your cheek
A marvel
A rocket
I sit three rows
behind you in Music
I play the flute
and would gladly
abuse it
To become piper
A thread for your
Song
Give me a limerick
I'll sing it till
Dawn