Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Beating


“Don’t be late”, you say
Eyes ominous, full of promise
So relaxed are you
I lean back
Lights dim
Oblivious clicks on dainty china
Faint din and ambience
On edge of seat
Slow action caper
Mouths moving
Words coming
We’ve had very few lately
Shrill needle on the 45”
Funny
You did keep it low
Still, too quick for me
Parcel surprise
Two little pin trees
 To ear, of such ugliness
Despair
“Do you like it?”
“Of course I do.”
Stick it in, will you?
Pain cushion, dummy extraordinaire
That I knew
What I know now
Your heart never sang the same tune as mine
Two hearts beating as fear
Each throbbing to its own echoes
Of a present past
A future that will not come
Fearful heart, hope’s unelected enemy
Should have walked in the present

©Adura Ojo – 27 September, 2011

***Written for OpenLinkNight @ dVerse Poets Pub, and Romantic Friday Writers. 'Fearful Heart' is this week's theme @ Romantic Friday Writers, I am posting three days early! 

Friday, 16 September 2011

Bouquet!


Update - 20/9/11: Got news today that I'm runner up this week also. I'm really pleased as I enjoyed reading the entries of other participants. You can read my poem below and also read first entry, Lunch Date, here. Thanks to everyone that left comments and words of encouragement. I appreciate you all.

Usually I review the work of other writers on this blog. Perhaps it is time to showcase some of mine and have you review it, dear readers. Here is my offering for the Romantic Friday Writers' challenge this week. My first entry was last week and I was runner up for the top prize! It has done wonders for my confidence - I'm not a confident writer but I do enjoy the writing challenge. Today's topic is Bouquet. I read the challenge prompts and stories of other entrants for inspiration. Francine and L'Aussie's stories were muse inspired points of contact on this occasion.  

Bouquet!

fake promises spill out of your peace offering
only equal in measure to Hyacinth Bucket’s
                                   dripping basket of snobbery
who wants the undeniable scent of a bunch of roses
                     whiff of betrayal to keep me company
                                                   in yesterday's ashes

               I much prefer the kiss of a silent hello
          deafening crescendos of orgasms gone by
            save the hickey-tickles for your floozies
             dousing DKNY flames in their coffins
your message in a bottle is past its sell by date
       so hit it, Mr Lick-it, on the hard shoulder
my silent hello has arrived
check out his car in the drive
now I’ll be a banquet feast of his
prickle-tickle-my-senses-crazy!

©Adura Ojo - 16 September, 2011

Friday, 9 September 2011

Lunch Date

I've been invited to a naughty lunch date by romance author Kiru Taye*. How could I possibly refuse? Would you?

 Here's my story in verse:

Lunch Date

tyre in a tale truer than reality
                      spanner in the works
                             jack up the rarity
biceps familiar
hug an understatement
the heat of her garment
Victoria has a secret
                           how long she can keep; anyone’s bet
cloud over emotion, incensed larva in white lace halos
                 eyelashes flutter, house doubt and soliloquy
                                               check out the queen bee
                probing mister’s attempts at tempting honey

©Adura Ojo – September 9, 2011


*Written this evening, for the Romantic Friday Writers "Lunch Date"Challenge.


The Fast Verse Series tag is one that indicates poems I've written in a day, usually within an hour or two.