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Author: Noel Ihebuzor
Development and policy analyst with a strong interest in the arts and inclusive social change.
Dabbles occasionally into poetry and literary criticism!
Extended Dinner, A Duet
By Boomie Bol and Noel Ihebuzor
Spoon fed by desire
Nourished by lust
Lavishly drunk on love
Satiation soon
Repeatedly reached
In phases
Joy brimming as
Fingers, fork, tongue, mouth, taste buds
feel, feed and sweet fill
Nourished to the brim
My essence is filled
Full lips wiped in happy delight
This poem was born from my response to Boomie Bol’s poem; Untitled: Dinner. The first and last verses are Boomie’s while the second and third (italicized) are mine. Such a pleasure to do the duet with Boomie who is a great poet with a very warm voice. Please visit her blog for a delicious treat in poetry! O se, Boomie..
Dinner for two 😉
Spoon fed by desire
Nourished by lust
Lavishly drunk on love
Satiation soon
Repeatedly reached
In phases
Joy brimming as
Fingers, fork, tongue, mouth, taste buds
feel, feed and sweet fill
Nourished to the brim
My essence is filled
Full lips wiped in happy delight
This poem was born from Noel Ihebuzor’s brilliant response to my poem; Untitled: Dinner. The second and third verses are by Noel, and the first and last were written by me. He does these duets so well, please check out his blog whenever you can for some more brilliant duets and poems. Thanks Noel, and thank you all.
Talking Silence with Susan Daniels
By Susan L. Daniels and Noel A. Ihebuzor
S:
it echoes–
this pause before words
weighted breath
N:
It speaks loud
the empty spaces
between words
S:
those moments
minds falter before
sharing truth
N:
truth haltered
for so long, now free
freeing tears!
S:
and floating
on that salt river
soft releasing
N:
hidden fears
uncertainties now
flowing away
tumbling down
tongue now unleashed to
wonder why
***Wow–it seems two poets can say a lot about silence! This was fun!
Arms and Voices for Peace
By Susan L. Daniels and Noel A. Ihebuzor
there are arms we lay down
& others we hold open
& others we hold open
there are tongues we must still
and others we loose;
the barbed tongue that howls like a howitzer
we have to leash and rein in
the barbed tongue that howls like a howitzer
we have to leash and rein in
some arms raise to embrace.
others crest fists in tsunami rage, or balance hands
that shape silos tilted skyward, curved metal calculated
and conducted to maximum strikesthe tongue that coos
that shape silos tilted skyward, curved metal calculated
and conducted to maximum strikesthe tongue that coos
softer than the dove,
sweeter as beautiful rays splashed
on the wide bosom of a waking beach
i would plot the curve of a cheek, rested
on my shoulder, lay down
what holds us at arm’s length
and instead open–
a gesture with a bell’s resonance
on my shoulder, lay down
what holds us at arm’s length
and instead open–
a gesture with a bell’s resonance
that tongue whose voice melodiously flutters
under a blue sky,
let her reign,
let her caress and conquer
the hardness of our guns and melt our swords
these arms, these hands
could pull needles from softened metal
that was swords
and use these tongues to tell it–
let us close the gaping wounds
on the face of the earth
caused by the savage rage
of raw us clawing at things we never can ever own
let it begin, this stitching together
of something torn
***Susan(italicized) and I (regular type face) decided, on Susan’s prompting, to blend our efforts for the Dverse prompt today, which involves truce or armistice. As always, this was so much fun to craft with Susan–a wonderful, inspiring co-creator, poet and friend!
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SILENCE–HAIKU TRIPTYCH
A HAIKU CHAIN by Susan L. Daniels and Noel A. Ihebuzor
it echoes–
this pause before words
weighted breath
It speaks loud
the empty spaces
between words
those moments
minds falter before
sharing truth
*** A haiku conversation between my duet duet partner and I. Came about after I commented on the main poem she wrote. Susan’s Haiku is in normal font, mine is italicized.
Spammers’ delight!
A lot bring people to my blog
My name unique and strange
Matched with my big African booty
These people want badly to know me
And what it’s like to make love
To an àbíkú faerie
Possibly with pictures of a black yansh
While maintaining an attitude of gratitude
Yorùbá words appealing to their sexual lust
A lot bring people to my blog
And boy am I glad they come
Leaving with short seductive stories
To tell horny girls
Bitches who love Europe
Life issues and the many
Unfortunate plights of mankind
Slipping past their Sunday night minds
Àbíkú- wanderer child. It is the same child who dies and returns again and again to plague the mother(An ancient Yorùbá belief)
Yansh- a slang, (often considered vulgar) for booty.
*I had a good laugh looking through the search terms, and spam….this poem, albeit ridiculous was born out of it all, so…
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Interesting take on “exceptionalism”
Nature’s rage and human courage
By Noel Ihebuzor
Swirling and howling
senseless whirlwind of savage
rage, sowing chaos
and terror
on a trail strewn with
destruction
force of waste, courage
will faze, tame and chain your rage
and prevail at last
