Poetry

Step Outside Your Comfort Zone.

Using poetry as a medium and my voice as the instrument, there are so many things I would love to see accomplished in my life. I have always spoken of my love for poetry and this year, I challenged myself to exercise my voice through this medium. Way past the four walls of my bedroom and the supportive ears of my friends and family alone. To push myself, invest in myself and to stand in my own self.

All that to say, I dedicate this cheeky weekly fav to an upcoming ‘Verse and Prose Presents – VS: A Spoken Word Competition’.

Verse and Prose is a Christian Creative organisation, which focuses on Spoken-Word Poetry. With aims to-

  1. Encourage people to live out their creative dreams by stepping outside of the norm,
    2. Introduce and showcase up and coming poets,
    3. Educate, entertain and uplift,
    4 Help make poetry a more recognised and respected art form.

Verse and Prose are holding a ‘VS: Spoken Word Competition’ on Thursday 29th June 2017. So, if you enjoy impactful Spoken word poetry & good music. Or interested in knowing what makes a good Spoken Word poem? Then, this event for you.

Edifying Spoken word show, with special performances by our judges:

– CalledOut Music

– John M D Mills &

– Thembe Mvula

And performances by:

-Emily Mutaako &

– Izzyy Eze

And Open Mic slots available at the end of the night. This is truly an event not to be missed!

So, come along to the quirky Café 1001 as 3 up and coming poets perform head to head, for a chance to win £100!

For more information, visit –  https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/verse-and-prose-presents-vs-a-spoken-word-competition-tickets-34707073792

 

13th July 2016.

I see you, walking in bodies of three

The good, the bad, the ugly

Wandering like the sanctified feet of Moses

Casting out your hands in gestures of utterances

Looking like your mind is bounded by the lines of your salvation on opposite sight

I see, you’ve let go of memories of me

Your infatuation has ceased over these many inordinate years

Your need for me to teach you my mother’s tongue has out grown you

You no longer recognise the tribes on my face

The parted sea in my mouth

The staff behind my words

Your choice of me to be the mark or the henry. Both on a bad day

I see you are no longer checking for me

You’ve found yourself another target, haven’t you?

She’s good, she’s pretty, she is the one whose tongue you do not envy as much

She is plain, isn’t she?

I see you, walking back in bodies of three

I never expected less, you always looked like you’d be the one to make it

We did too.

Day Eight ❤️

Dear meSober up on yesterday, when 

Your very presence played harlot with your mind 

Rendering your hands as the barren woman who awaits the homecoming of her presence.

Knowing where your presence has been, still 

She calls cite memories of potential and ambition that belongs to you.

Day Seven ❤️

Dear me. You are accounted for.

Woven together in your mother’s womb. Where,

The nights of woman asked to hide you,

Only shines light on every intricate parts. You are,

Complexity for a name,

Your every moment laid out

Even before a single day has passed.

His workmanship is marvellous and your every breath is all that is required.

Day Three ❤️

Dear me,

You’ve survived over two decades now, Long enough to learn of the two rulers in this utopian land;

You will still come to realise their significance and that one will always be greater than the other.

You will get to understand their characters and where you think their flaws lies.

Day Six ❤️

Dear me Dare to live a life in the uncomfortable

Dare to speak volumes of the One you know

Dare to write library for the One you love

Let His truth be a gushing river of enough,

to fill your innermost being.

You are the journalist,

The poet,

The teacher.

The aftermath of the story told.

Day Five ❤️

Dear me, Unravel yourself as a miracle to the masses

Marvel at the blinding sight of your gracious potential; when

asked to cast out your arrows

Cast them and

Do not stop until

You have made oceans of knowledge, made

Mountains in understanding, and

Wisdom as countless as the sand on the seashore.

Be rest assured

That dreams are not made only for movies, your

possibility does not hide in the dream itself, rather

It is unravelled in you as the miracle to the masses.