A. Yareemah

she is irreplaceable one that sips my  mucus; and
Wear my urine as her  exotic perfume .

she alone knows my writhing and pain
the carrier of my troubles  when anger be my reign.

the only stave when I couldn’t walk
the only heart that takes in even if I didn’t talk.

she gives me her loins as meat to eat
while she bleeding in solitary pit,

she exchanged her agility  for my survival
Wearing wrinkles on her youthful contenance—atimes tussling for morsel.

irreproachable are the sun in her   lightening teeth;and
the moon in her  glittering eye like the temple of  ishtar  .

Nev’r she tells me when she swim in sorrow
The hell in her flaming, but none can say except her smeared pillow

irreplaceable is her lap
irreplaceable is this loving scalp

©A. Yareemah

BROOM!
Hither is my word to broom
Sweeps not the filth and the smeared rooms
In Aso still swing the tail of wolves.
They guffaw at the ailing folks
Laugh and giggle when they sob.
Still they enjoy the sirens of freedom;
Freedom to philander and dupe.
The fresh air and the public chattels in the kingdom
Whilst we crave for the appearance of unexpected dawn
To dissipate the heat to low down.

©Akili sa’adu (A.yareemah)

Have you seen the world
The one which walks with a sword
Beheading the black hair of its sons;
With its echoing streets sermons .

Have you seen her
This world and its daughters ?
They’re like bemused methuselahs
Look back not but pause and ponder.

Are they treated as egg?
Are they catered for like in Hague?

Now, look at the blueish sky
Tell me what is seen by your eyes
Is’t cloud, moon or darkness up high?

And look inside the dried home
Tell me what therein roam
Is it faded scarves or a silky caps?

Help, help, me
Am veiled, I couldn’t see
The world hid behind my gaze. Help me to glare
Where it’s? , I enquire

©A. Yareemah

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failed was the block of home
None soothes except mum
when invisible she, everyone looks cold

Thought change will the name
go with spring wind and leave us with Fame
But, wind not come; and the old leaves fall not

world ,outside so cold
And when one stays bold
It chirs heart with  gossips

And when one ask the weird world
And when one enguire irascible old
discern to,the response is give not up.

unfathomable is world
so cold outside,too hot inside
And tingling is the cardigan of cold.

©A. Yareemah