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Peculiar
by Stewart Watkins

O, strange, unusual, odd one.

You never seem to fit in; you always find yourself in front of the gun.

Always at the end of scurrilous attacks

They aim and shoot vitriol with their shameful acts.

But fitting in was never a part of the plan.


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Akunna the Osu goddess (African writing)
by Joseph Ogbonna

Sweet Akunna of the forbidden caste,
with breast erect and succulent to taste.
She has marble eyes that blossom by day,
and ivory teeth worth a millennium's pay.
Her rare curves dangle to her feet's rhythm,
for the gaze of rivals deep in schism.
Her moist lips have their natural redness,
as bright in colour as a crimson dress.
Her body's landscape is soft with fragrance
of love and sweetness in sheer abundance.

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we are blessed by the dead : remembering old friends
by Ella Sophia

a poet who had a life one envied
writing , scattering , scribbling
on papers with words only she
can understand

paragraphs unwritten —
only learned-off by mind ;
sick , sitting still , thinking
what life really means


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Peculiar
by Stewart Watkins

O, strange, unusual, odd one.

You never seem to fit in; you always find yourself in front of the gun.

Always at the end of scurrilous attacks

They aim and shoot vitriol with their shameful acts.

But fitting in was never a part of the plan.


......

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we are blessed by the dead : remembering old friends
by Ella Sophia

a poet who had a life one envied
writing , scattering , scribbling
on papers with words only she
can understand

paragraphs unwritten —
only learned-off by mind ;
sick , sitting still , thinking
what life really means


......

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Akunna the Osu goddess (African writing)
by Joseph Ogbonna

Sweet Akunna of the forbidden caste,
with breast erect and succulent to taste.
She has marble eyes that blossom by day,
and ivory teeth worth a millennium's pay.
Her rare curves dangle to her feet's rhythm,
for the gaze of rivals deep in schism.
Her moist lips have their natural redness,
as bright in colour as a crimson dress.
Her body's landscape is soft with fragrance
of love and sweetness in sheer abundance.

......

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