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Writer's syndrome
From dust we came
To it we'll go
Writer possesses nothing
A raw material
By Timothy Pirinduo
You and I
Take me my love, take me
To the place where
only you and I exist
Where our shadows merge
against the setting sun
and our hearts beat as one
in the minutes before dawn
Hush me my love, hush me
Lest my moans of pleasure
disturb the rising sun
as it kisses the earth to life
And when we reach the place
of total surrender
Embrace me my love, embrace me
Assure my pounding heart
that you are with me
That you also made it
Right to the very end
By Manayo Bagodu
Same
We spoke
But no-one was listening
We cried
While you were all sleeping
We searched for the truth
But were taught to believe lies
We tried to be good
You corrupted our lives
Where is our voice?
Where is our cheer?
Why must we toil
Then fade into despair?
You are the front
We are the rear
We were misled
You disappeared
Time shimmied on
But nothing was learned
After all these years
We still have no cheer
By Daniel Sakumai
My beauty
Her beauty was beyond compare
Not a single soul could blink
Her charm held us all captive
Though, no-one thought to leave
Her hair was as black as ink
Her skin as soft as silk
With eyes that could dazzle the stars
I just simply forgot to breathe
Her flawless curves were exciting
Her lips were inviting
Then, my lungs screamed for air
And I gasped quite audibly
She turned my way
Oh, my heart did race
But to my dismay, she inquired
What is that ugly thing?
By William D Nikolas
 
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