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Bhola:
Hmmm, what I see we have another addition to the Princesses of Genial Association.

On behalf of Mukina2, dominobaby, esylnera, tenik, and myself, Nilla welcome to the association. There is a lot of goodies in joining and we'll definitely get it across to you in due time.

Genial, how you dey?

lol

Doesnt he just know how to make a gal feel so special?

A Sparkle of Love

   ‘Twas early, the presenter had just started his talk,
   I sat safely in the middle of the crowd, still dozing,
   However, my notebook was ready for action,
   Until, I noticed him who was right up in the front,
   From the very first row he smiled at me, how dear.

   Shortly later, when he opened his pretty mouth,
   A sound escaped his lips, jumbled but sweet,
   With this big, dark eyes he captured me,
   And I got the feeling he saw right to my soul,
   How I longed to hold him in my arms.

   And then, his eyes strayed to another girl,
   And he giggled at her, flirting obviously,
   Just as he had done a second before with me,
   And she beamed back at him, this cute guy,
   My boy, making smacking noises, wet kisses.

   Even the presenter was distracted by now,
   I could see him glancing in our direction,
   No, not in our direction but to him alone,
   The presenter too had fallen in love,
   Just like everybody else, women and men.

   But, all of the sudden, his mood changed,
   He started kicking and whining like a babe,
   Grandma got up, gently took him away,
   From his mummy’s soft and warm shoulder,
   Carried him out but his sweet scent remained.

Somegirl,
i don't know how i missed commenting on this. but i think its one of the best on this thread.
Good job.

Saintbeng,

your "BEST" poem is really good.


the other long one without a title (post #195), I'm still trying to decide what i feel about it.

Ezenwenyi:
OUR OWN HANDS

Oh!The chosen son
The great rising of the sun
People and their deeds
Recreating the joy of yesterday
And compromising the thoughts of today
Our forgotten past
The unforseen war of judgement
The decaying of our Government
running without any movement
In the land of the blessed

They were in the jungle
crying to survive tomorrow
The days of the broken mirrow
Taking them to the promised land
Evil men with , good looks
decieving the mindset

Our own world!
Our own joy
Fighting back the manifestation of Serenity
Without much intergrity
All in our own motherland
bloods in our own hands
Oh!our own hands

very nice.

will get back to you on the longer one much later

saintbeng:
Slave sons
Need we speak of a motherland
Wringling rights out from our hands
Enriching the bellies of cunning bands
Turning us strangers in our own land.

this is straight to the point and simple, but also very good.

saintbeng,

post # 194 and 195 are they one poem?

Genial:
We may wish discuss the passage in some detail, analysing each sentence in turn or, in longer passages, significant sentences in respect of content and style.

Features to be commented on include its structure and the form of the verses, rhyme and metre, symbolism, contrast, personification, the use of simile and metaphor, and punctuation.

We may also wish to conclude whether the poet/poetess has been able to effectively utilise imagery. Also, how appropriate do you think the title is?

thats fine.

sure we can begin

Genial:
*Applauds* Good going, judge. Perhaps we shall together analyse all the poems starting from page 1. What say ye?

_{Still thinking of Nilla.}

we can analyze all of that if you want to. I've got time on my hands.

_{why are you thinking of me. Meanwhile i sent you an offline. dont you use your msn?}

"Deja Vu"

'Deja Vu'

A cold  drizzly moonlight night,
Somewhere in the woods lying in hay,
Only the moon kept our wet bodies in sight,
Where love alone had a say.

Naked as we first were,
Our hands and tongues wander in febrile fire,
The earlope, neckline, nipples, backline, public hair,,
Giggles, kisses, ecstasy
Like it never were.
Licking and tracing,
Moving down the navel,
While a hand caresses and squeezes,
I find and make an ice-cream of it.
Farther down the region,
Climbing with fingers and everything within my mouth,
leaving my warm tracks moist,
You convulse in round and rounds of orgasm.
Weak but undone,
You pull and push me in, in phases,
Slidding deep and deeper into your warm slippery pot,
Until the very end leaves me cooking and breathless.
Your eyes urge me on with legs wrapt round thighs
They keep me locked and rocking,
A slow continuous rhythmic ritual,
A streaming orgasmic dance,
Till we're done but lost in embrace and breath.

A little turn,
And I jolt out of sleep biting fingers,
Cos it really never was,
And I'm all messed up.

Your poem lived up to your title. I must say i prefered the first and last paragraphs, and thats just because I'm more of a hidden meanings person. Would have loved it much more if the middle paragraphs weren't so obvious.
But it is a good one.

Like I said earlier, i don't think i'm fit to judge "Madre", "Deja vu" and "Nilla".
_{somegirl, chiluv and mukina help,}

Anyways my comments.

"Nilla"
ofcourse we know i already like it and have already over commented.




"Madre"

But her eyes seem focused, dirty and focused.

By God, I wonder where she comes from,
Maybe I should wonder where she goes.
But those eyes stare like royalty, who is she?
Who could she be? A queen? A warriors widow?

And we all wonder where is Nigeria going. whats our future going to be like.

She is dirty, she must smell. But she's in my arms smelly or not.
She's out. How long has she but walked? She needs water

thats just it, Nigeria needs to be quenched of her thirst.
thirst for good. thirst for the will to move forward.

those were the parts i really really liked.

mukina girl,

very very lovely.
good one.

crazykid
thats interesting. Is it original?