Thursday, July 21, 2005

Child Again

Child Again
I watch children playing in the mud
Making castles out of clay
I wished their creative hands upon me too
Creating my thought into play
Me in form of clay
Me into a shape
My dream in all it fold
Happily ever after
Like children happy play.

Omosun Nurudeen Sylvester
Copyright ©2005 Omosun Nurudeen Sylvester

Thursday, July 07, 2005


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Monday, July 04, 2005

How I write

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Sunday, July 03, 2005

Ebony lips

Roosters crowed somewhere in the barnyards
Ebony lips patted in a smile answered their call
Nothing moves but the portraits on my consciousness'
Creeping close till it merges into one
Moving like Siamese engaging in sex,
pictured a woman voice in my head
Buzz and yammer they snicker tempting me
Take me! The voices said" take me!
Take the true black woman,

as my arts magnifies her belly budge
My pen thrusting at me their brown midriff
as the rhythmic swaying hips
Tempted me into an erotic faith.

as I write to encircle her hot behind
the fullness of her breast bumped my arms
Controlling my thoughts
To react to the kinsman scorn
Who said my color was erotic filth.