OTARU

I and the Land of the rising sun, for where lies our connection?
 Simple me, Nigerian born-
 Daughter to the dark continent-
 From the Kukuruku hills-
 Descendant of a sovereign's son

I am "King" in this kingdom
 speak my name and interpret-
 this inheritance one day for marriage I'll forfeit
 Last name will be gone, set sail like the many ships from Otaru's arms

Yes I am also she, in the Land of the rising Sun,
 "River running through the sandy beaches",
 Sweet sea breeze-
 Waters filled with God's creatures
 Land centuries old, growing population,
 Economy booming from water import-exportation

In the Land of the rising Sun.
 Home to the known cherry blossom,
 Immovable I sit within Hokkaido's bosom

So I and the Land of the rising sun... Where lies our connection?
 Only a matter of English-
 I am "King" and still "River running through the sandy Beaches"-
 To Asia's East- time and space, To Africa's West- title graced
 I am Lord, I am Earth and Sky
 I am "OTARU"

Its happening at the dVerse ˜ Poets pub: Its all about Asia tonight! You’re more than welcome to join in the fun!

Thanks Kevin for the Challenge!

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Male Medusa

                                             (Picture culled from Google.com)

Non-mythical creature that hunts its prey most times'the midnight hour
 Lures it home for a nightcap and somewhere in between will say  
"excuse me while I take a shower"

Time passes and by virtue of alcoholic venom his prey relaxes,
 Defense mechanism deactivated - Here is where his chance is!

His deep stare, paralyzing, undressing his victim before his hands do
 Having his wicked way, by morning his victim turned to stone 
rests as another trophy on his mental mantle.

Haiku

Poem of few words
 yet expressions speak volumes
 form 5-7-5

Mosquito- Haiku

My skin, your play ground
 Your kiss- a sting,  then I itch
 O Such fowl romance!

Personification of the “Genius”

A lot of us hear the word “Genius” and the first thought that comes to mind is “a person with an abnormally high IQ”- True, …but how many  of us know the original meaning of the word?

According to ancient Roman mythology the Genius (plural in Latin genii) was said to have been the guiding spirit or Tutelary (a deity or spirit who is a guardian, patron or protector) of a person, family, nation, culture or occupation… Well it can be said that in today’s world blogging has become a sort of culture and to some extent an occupation for most. Sadly a lot of bloggers (such as yours truly) tend to battle a lot with “Writer’s block”.

I was introduced  to the video below about a month and a half ago but never really paid attention to the power of the message until today-  In it Elizabeth Gilbert, Author of the Book “Eat, Pray, Love” gives a TedTalk titled “Your elusive creative Genius“, educating people on the power of the Artistic Genius.

It spoke to me as a writer and poet …well not the aspiring professional writer/poet type, just the type who posts what she can, when she can

I hope Gilbert’s presentation speaks to you too….

ENJOY! Now did you REALLY watch it?

Perhaps I should throw in a pop quiz just to be sure!

Anyway, after listening to Elizabeth Gilbert’s message I basically developed a whole new perspective of the term “Writer’s Block”, and a less defeatist attitude towards it.

… Be it Muse, Genius or Tetulary, I prefer the idea that we writers of any kind aren’t the ones carrying the burden of creativity,  we just need to be open to the spirit(s) that guides us towards the path and when they don’t show up to inspire us when expected, we ought not despair! It only means they’ve got something super HOT steering, thus patience is required.

However, this form of logic also makes me wonder… “What spirit guides me when I write my pieces?” … Do you know what spirits guide you?…

Thanks for stopping by! And thanks “Genius” for such a wonderful contribution …hehe!

Cheers yal!

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#LOVE4SKY

Irresistible!
 Sky making love to my mind
  ...I reach for my phone






















No matter its pose
 The heavens bare such beauty
  ...even in pixels




NB: 
Both shots were taken by me   from my Blackberry, and edited on Instagram   

POETRY AND PANCAKES

Day breaks
and I lay awake
reminiscing
Last night
now
a
vision

Those almost kisses
Orgasmic near misses
as your body mixes with mine
Damn!
such sweet wine
O so fine

Googled!

Your tongue full of tricks
in my mouth transfixed
keeps hush the screams
wild fire, porn scenes
the dashes and clashes
as your ravage my Ravine

DAMN!
Breakfast comes all too quickly!

So abrupt,
the smell of pancakes
rudely disrupt
my daydream
of the night’s passing
but alas
you’re here

You draw near
and I deliberate
on how you make it up to me
Gladly for all its worth
we settle for dessert
love making
in all its
poetry

Catch 22 (Haiku)

Can't touch, won't dare touch!
Can't taste... might as well swallow
...I look, and it hurts

Life deals a joker
Set at odds with my desire
...Love is paradox

Drought

Writing sheets lay bare
 My pen, stilled for a season
 ...Genius where art thou?

Generation “Crimson”

Consider I not the sweet but sour
 my teeth do gnash this late night hour

Sorrow makes the news... a constant reality
 as Love gains distance from humanity

A crimson generation we've become
 No fire works, we prefer guns and exploding bombs

And to what end is all the killing- what creed?
 lives-limbs lost, fulfilling what need?!

She could have been our mother,
 They could have been your kin

... They were!

They are!

I am!

We are!
So whats with all the blood spilling?

...O Love be our volition to find!
 That this generation may regain its title-
 "Man-KIND" 

(Googled picture)

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is KINDNESS- Dalai Lama