Conversation Poems
Words from a Woman
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Mrs. Holloway polishes her poetry dimly,
Regaling herself with the accoutrements of
Selected poetry, cluttered and less jinxed
By way of satanic slamming by famished,
Idle critics who read The New York Times
Just once in a sugared year.
She chooses her stanzas locally.
By that I mean her stanzas nurse patience,
Drifting from gossips to loose, impotent
Talks held when midnights ail.
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Oppressive Religion
by Frangipani Rhett
Don't talk over them,
Don't expect them to care,
Don't be surprised if they laugh at me
Don't expect them to listen.
Expect them to be dismissive
Expect them to be defensive
Expect them to be self - righteous
(I've got to get out of this situation.)
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Test Duologue
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Morning was patient with us — her and me,
Within earful white walls and solemn
gardens.
Poetry reigned.
She: How do you submit your thoughts —
on a gold platter with a prophet's head
and a skin of dead wine?
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"Hello Poetry" (08/03/2019)
by Hendrico Valentijn
"Oh hi, hello poetry! You're safe and sound I see."
"On this odyssey, we're companions aren't we?"
"uh, yes I'm quite sure we've met!"
"When? Uh, from before I was dead."
"You mean to tell me you don't remember?"
"All the words we shared before life's ember?"
"Yes, yes I know you're old and sometimes forget."
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Two traits of life
by Akshay Gupta
Stop!
Did you call me?
I guess you not!
taking decisions inwardly
did you surmise?
never stake yourself onto it,
I deemed, you will fall steep
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Test Duologue
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Morning was patient with us — her and me,
Within earful white walls and solemn
gardens.
Poetry reigned.
She: How do you submit your thoughts —
on a gold platter with a prophet's head
and a skin of dead wine?
......
Oppressive Religion
by Frangipani Rhett
Don't talk over them,
Don't expect them to care,
Don't be surprised if they laugh at me
Don't expect them to listen.
Expect them to be dismissive
Expect them to be defensive
Expect them to be self - righteous
(I've got to get out of this situation.)
......
Words from a Woman
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Mrs. Holloway polishes her poetry dimly,
Regaling herself with the accoutrements of
Selected poetry, cluttered and less jinxed
By way of satanic slamming by famished,
Idle critics who read The New York Times
Just once in a sugared year.
She chooses her stanzas locally.
By that I mean her stanzas nurse patience,
Drifting from gossips to loose, impotent
Talks held when midnights ail.
......
A Sonnet 09: Conversation In The Moon
by Ayatullah Nurjati
It would be better if I met you in the clouds
In that place I can be longing you in the clouds penetrated by the brilliant orange sky
In the lack of oxygen, I can see that your face is blushing there; your beauty never fades even in black clouds
Everything in you is clear and there is no hypocrisy even though it changes from orange to blue sky
Your personality is there
The further fly into space the more I love you
Your name is also imprinted in the earth's atmosphere
While my name is clearly written on your white dress, the clearer up there I love you
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Ek Vaartalaap / A conversation
by Thanshu Guliani
Main raat hu andhera sa ye kon hai
jo maun hai
khamoshi se ghabraya sa
ye falsafa hai kya
ya koi fareb hai
jo kahi pe gum sa tha
Ya yahi tha, tum sa tha
Mu chipaye baitha hai
Katghara ye kaisa hai
jo aakh daage baitha hai
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