Conversation Poems
In gesprek met jezelf
by Mario Odekerken
Je stelt een vraag
en wacht
op een stem
die al wist
wat jij nog moest horen.
Soms
is het stil.
Soms
is het een storm
......
Test Duologue
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Morning was patient with us — her and me,
Within earful white walls and solemn
gardens.
Poetry reigned.
She: How do you submit your thoughts —
on a gold platter with a prophet's head
and a skin of dead wine?
......
Words from a Woman
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Mrs. Holloway polishes her poetry dimly,
Regaling herself with the accoutrements of
Selected poetry, cluttered and less jinxed
By way of satanic slamming by famished,
Idle critics who read The New York Times
Just once in a sugared year.
She chooses her stanzas locally.
By that I mean her stanzas nurse patience,
Drifting from gossips to loose, impotent
Talks held when midnights ail.
......
What conversations do you have with yourself?
by Isaac Amare Aregawi
Do you talk to yourself?
You should
The times are changing
The crazy ones now
Are the ones who talking to themselves, do not do
Try talking to yourself
Who knows?
You may get a reply too
And if not,
......
Oppressive Religion
by Frangipani Rhett
Don't talk over them,
Don't expect them to care,
Don't be surprised if they laugh at me
Don't expect them to listen.
Expect them to be dismissive
Expect them to be defensive
Expect them to be self - righteous
(I've got to get out of this situation.)
......
In gesprek met jezelf
by Mario Odekerken
Je stelt een vraag
en wacht
op een stem
die al wist
wat jij nog moest horen.
Soms
is het stil.
Soms
is het een storm
......
The uniform
by Gus Moom
How are you then?
"Oh yes I'm fine,
The rain it came round just in time!
My flowers they sure need a drink.
We needed this though, don't you think?
Sure hope the sun comes out again
I bought a new dress, right on trend
Anyway I've got to go!
Let's just hope it doesn't snow!"
......
Test Duologue
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Morning was patient with us — her and me,
Within earful white walls and solemn
gardens.
Poetry reigned.
She: How do you submit your thoughts —
on a gold platter with a prophet's head
and a skin of dead wine?
......
Oppressive Religion
by Frangipani Rhett
Don't talk over them,
Don't expect them to care,
Don't be surprised if they laugh at me
Don't expect them to listen.
Expect them to be dismissive
Expect them to be defensive
Expect them to be self - righteous
(I've got to get out of this situation.)
......
Words from a Woman
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Mrs. Holloway polishes her poetry dimly,
Regaling herself with the accoutrements of
Selected poetry, cluttered and less jinxed
By way of satanic slamming by famished,
Idle critics who read The New York Times
Just once in a sugared year.
She chooses her stanzas locally.
By that I mean her stanzas nurse patience,
Drifting from gossips to loose, impotent
Talks held when midnights ail.
......
