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To Love And Be Loved

Sitting across him

His silhouette dense like the night

His cigar lighting the dark.

It almost felt sacred

As smoke-like incense rose.

I could feel my legs shaking; yea my knees quaking

I couldn’t bear to look up

I didn’t dare breathe out

My nails dug deep into the mattress

I didn’t think I could let go

Minutes ago

I bore my soul

To he who swore my soul mate he’ll be:

For then, for now, for always!

“…these little things; they matter

More than the golds of this earth,

More than Its silvers and diamonds alike”

I had left for my room

There to groan and brood

Of love so Slim but true

Of life so short but sweet


The buzz and bam! my heart froze.

My phone his number ‘n name showed.

Perhaps tonight dreams come true

Perhaps tonight they’ll be shattered.

Alas, his voice

Cut clearly through my thots and in

that moment, I knew: a new dawn!

Of love so sweet now sour

Of times too short now gone

Of a body so ached yet ready

To love and be loved, by another.



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It wasn’t about those millions
But me.
It wasn’t about the gush of pleasure,
The inflammation of passion,
Which ignited that blind dash for survival
Or those late arrivals.
It was about…me.
That I didn’t end up nourishment for tissues
Or an issue with issues,
That I won that fallopian race
With enviable grace
Didn’t make me lucky!
If I could, I would have spoken
In words not yet formed:
I wasn’t lucky, I was blessed!

©2011, Jude Ifeme

Tears on the Hills

There’s something in the morning sun
Not smiling back today
There’s violence in every gun
Terror in innocence way

A trigger-happy cop
Whips up a vengeful mob
Another beautiful soul blown to early grave
And a horde of ruthless cops won’t let the people grieve

©2011, Jude Ifeme

January 31st 2011, a woman shot in cold blood by a policeman for being a civilian, unarmed and innocent.