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Poetry, Writing, Words, Expression, Thought

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The cost of living

I was in a supermarket the other day. The scanner wasn't picking up one of my purchases and I jokingly said to the lady at the till that it must be free. Her response, "nothing in this world is free.".And I repliedEverything comes at a priceA pound of

Just words

Burn down the walls of madnessGet high off the fumesRage against the machineBut be home in time for supperThrow off the shacklesDrink from the well of freedomLive off the land of your fathersBut don't forget to pay rentBe freeLive with hopePursue dreamsBut always remember to drive on the right

Retreat

She retreats delicatelyI watch in silence, reluctantlyDo I speak or let her goPoet, Writing ConsultantCell. +27 (0) 83 236 6083Blogs:www.myspace.com/kojobaffoe http://infinitepursuit.blogspot.comPoetry:http://imperfectpoetry.blogspot.comwww.artistswithoutfrontiers.com (Writer's Section)http://othervoicespoetry.org/vol8/baffoe/index.htmlIn Word We Trust!!

Pain

The voices have been silentThe muse was in hibernationAnd II linger on the edge of wordsTheir sharp sides slicing the tip of my tongueReminding me that they shall still be heardWhether in painOr at the nib of my penAs it randomly scratches between the lines

Writer's block

Can one forget how to writeBlocked for foreverWhat do you call itWhen the words scream neverAgain

An outstretched hand

Memories are woven into our spirit Gently laid beneath our skins Scratch, and they shall come to you Moments are eternal They linger on the tips of our souls Reminders of the once was That became the is Roots of what will be The past reminds us Of

Musical Chairs soundtrack

This is part of what I hope to be a poem in pieces that I have been scribbling for about six months. Part 1 and 2 lurk somewhere in the archives of my blog. I love music and am fascinated by how it seems to serve as

Sing, sister, sing

the songbird, sultry and strong, playful and immensely powerful, behind the shutters of her eyes lies infinite melody and charm, and when she sings, the birds perch on the branches of trees and listen in silencethe dogs stop barkingand wolves stop howling at the moonshe reaches to the stars

for her

i had a dream once and in this dreami lived a life of perfection personified in this i dream i had a family, a wife, a childi was a father, a husband, a son, a brotherin this dream i awoke every day knowing i was blessed and had everything

Mantra

Build those castles Will them into existenceCarve your future with thoughtMaster your realityWith positivityKnow that everything you need to knowLies in the depths of your spiritLet your imagination soar above the pettiness of doubtThere is only beauty and happiness in your futureLive them nowAnd dreamNever forget to dream

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