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SECONDS BEFORE HER DEATH
right before her death
i mean karashika
when she lay in blood
with scary scars of fright

her life lay before her
the brutal force
bloody pains
and sully love filled with

sucking of blood
cuddle of bones
ripping of hearts
and the caress of death

i remember right
she mumbled words:
'avenge and revenge'
though they mean same

she used them as opposites
such is the pain of death
even love making seems
to her bloody to rage

olulu sorry for the bloody
hand of love stretched forth
she just mixed the pain of death
and the fantasy of love gravely

and dare not crave for care
she is dead-alive in the hades
wandering back and forth
for a life dreadly lived

just those seconds before
her death she took the tour
of her whole life with death
quivering for her soul to sway

in his cool hands of eternity

DEAD SHE LAY
as dawn arose
the county oozed
and vultures swayed
of breakfast so early

i lingered to see
the nude witch
as she lay dead
in forest thick

with congealed
black-reddy blood
stagnant on path
of scars and pain

etched on her skin
like the tear of claws
from blood thirsty beast
so pale she looked

with eyes closed down
she lay frightly fallow
legs apart filled with
mucor and sticky pus

unlike the old days
she lay to hades
not on the gallow
but in the hands of tkb

with his blunt sword
to inflict sweetened pain
not the fast sharp death
of no vengeful recourse

there she lay dead I say
with no screams to reach
just the lifeless carcass
as a lesson to teach

other witches that wallow
in the dark groping for preys
to think of a day dead in forest
like logs maggots having to dine

on you while you say nohing,

I smell fear oh witch of the underworld, now that you do not want to die lets the public's opinion on who is dead in the both of us, i think that is a better way to die,though am going to the killer blow soon I do not want to take your screams of fear as a sign of you still living,

the fifth stanza is a five line stanza,the second line ends of that stanza ends at 'soul', so pincesa stop screaming your rhyming lines of bloody poetry for you will soon bleed to death from the blunt sword of tkb while I watch and smile at the death of a witch, tkb have got your back fear not,

CORONACH TO PRINCESA
as the moon was looking

at mid night just after dusk
deep in the thick forest arch

I lay beneath the shrubs
to see well screams
of a nude witch with scars

dwindle in the hades
slowly slowly splinters
of ichor dawn the forest
and the life still lingers right

so she screams so fright
that her dreadful soul walks to the hades
but it sourfully lingers
ungone swaying aback

tkb again stands
over her and thrusts
repeatedly in her navel
a sharp rod to pull

her curly abdomen
so she cried with pain
as it curled itself out

with blood dripping
on the dusty sands

even then she wasn't dead

for she is a witch
tkb again thrusts

his blunt sword
by her nipples
to cut off

fountain of blood
pour on trees
and on tkb's face
wet and tough

but she still cries
for her vicious life
to walk away fast
like the cool comet
in the clear clouds

now flat her breasts lay

but tkb still
feared she could
live so he struck
right in her lips
of screams
the sword
which pierced
her neck
right
in
the soil
to hook
down
her life
and
her dreadful
screams,

ON BEHALF OF TKB
princesa
with your quota
of bloody poetry atide
it seems to be me
I smell pride
dripping from your cunny pen
like the graceful sword
of knights at bay,

better you leave
tkb and comely dive
for preys that quiver
thirstily for viscious blood
princess karashika
if they even
preys at all,

dive tall and fall
for they await splashed
on concrete floor that head
of yours that pours fully
the rhyming poems of hate and pride…

romatic poems please!!!

basically, both are fantastic.
its a pity most guys that have given a reply have either not rtead soyinka\s lion and jewel or that they have read but are not too sure about what it stands to correct, though you might through out the play, the fact remains that its not just about a king trying to seduce a jewel girl thereby trashing the dreams of one school headmaster,it goes beyond that.
I wouldn\t be saying soyinka,s work is a little better because he is a nigerian like some might think am infusing sentiments or because he is a nobel or because soyinka is arole model, but because the work was simply splendid.
I wasn,t ready for this but might do my assignment and post it notwithstanding the play to ne is a poem,it couched o much political issues in itself fusing it humor and disappointment, it raised the issue of African dogmatism like in the Zimbabwe,s and other African country,the issues of egocentrism,illiteracy and malingering hegemony.
I mean it touch into the society i have lived 21 of my valuable lives, it made me see the problems and stylishly leaves me in the tunnel with light to find my way out.
To me again to poem is deep and ingenious, little do people know that the whole play was in a daybringing forth an unknown concept to the realm of literature, I know perhaps all of you have read TESS of which I have also read I just will plead to you to read LION and deeply ponder over its change oriented philosophies insidiously splashed in it, it was concerned about change in Africa I say, showing the problems and a possible solution, simply just pick it up and read it like a POEM,

The truth of life,yeah, nice smooth and on point.
I just think you should work on your lengthy lines,
a break into two rhyming lines per stanza will do

The irony of life lays on the fact that while even on death bed we crave to hope,
we have been slaves to hope so to say but that doesnt mean you shouldnt hope.
DARE TO HOPE

FOR THE SAKE OF SIMPLICITY CAN YOU PLEASE give us the gist within the last hree lines

HOPE
at winter when the
dry sand hoped it
doesn't rain at all,the
cloud unleashed its spit

at summer when the
wet leaves felt the
caress of the dew,the
sun shined so blue

at fog when the
unseen space thought
it could hide,the
harmattan haze let it out

early at the desert side
where the gold sand
felt dry and cool,the
mirage lingers aright

to my hopers around
though we live on it
hope is a trailing tragedy
for on its rope one only dares to die

ASHA LIKE AFRICA
         …Black…Female…Dreadlocks…
             …Love…Unity…Peace…
…Africa…Dingaan…Mhlangana…Murders…

I can see Asha perched on Iroko,
With its broad round strength-wings,
And sparkling silveric unsheathed claws.

Calling bare her dead to life,
Bare soul of sonorous voice,
Not coarse.

Filled with bald light of truth,
The head of keen knowlege,
Not revenge.

Asha in the carcass carrion,
Of tragedy filled life,
Has chose to strife.

With the sonorous voice of pitches,
And the keen knowldge of knights,
Asha did pick up assegai to strife for peace.

Peace like eye adaaba high aboves,
At the days dawn when fog,
And dew thick on contour leaves.

Not the dusk-dawn of fright,
That seems though cool,
Drops men in despair all night.

For in her big flight ashore,
She did see fire on the mountain,
With wild flames of wander at tour.

Some say you ugly Asha,
Have they so beautiful eyes,
Within they shall see afar.

Though truly no one knows,
Tomorrow what it holds,
Iba to sights that see within lights.

Obsess slavery savage Mr. Jailer,
Has made Asha’s life the soul subway,
That drains love down the path away.

Now she lays on the path of change,
Swinging ablaze her beak-strings of truth,
That all men must hear even bi n banke with teeth.

She sings not like Igunnugun,
With its naked neck of blotters,
And its fragile flight of preyish wants.

Nor like the amazing Akalamagbo,
With goitre in the neck for changes,
But like the awesome awe for peace.

That awe that love-seeds,
Grew from its flesh-sands,
And spilt gushing water-bloods.

Three-sixty round the globe,
Her cvlarion call must be heard tall,
Her highly personal but totally universal call.

Her truly loving but lonely call,
That rests the mean-mind of hate,
To sail atide on waters of sleep aright.

Her innate stand must be seen,
On the llano shrub of unity,
caressing coolly like found a lost lilly.

Her face of pure priceless peace ,
Must be felt afar,
Like the solemn zephyr at wailing winter.

You see the dusk has dusked,
And now dawn has dawned,
The renaissance of Asha will be heard.
07.06.08 10:01pm

dnt start a sentence wit because because because is a conjunction,splendid