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POEM TITLE: LETTER TO EVERYONE WITH A SCAR (at Lagos, Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd0RgeFL-W5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
TRUTH⦠If you stand for the truth; then youād always stand alone. - Lucky Dube (Stand Alone 1999). ⦠A hungry hunter cannot lie to have made a kill; A widow whose late spouse was rich cannot deny her inner glee; You cannot deny your shadow in the light; I cannot lie that I am happy with my life right now. Do we really believe in innocence? Do we mean the things we say promising? Do we believe in righteousness? Do we know the weight of heartbreak? Check your heart, one, two, three steps backwards; Didnāt you tell a lie to escape once? You felt that sensation of guilt but snubbed it; Oh yes! They believed you. Such a little deed, āthat small thingā; So we say when itās our turn; but Someone got hurt; maybe; Not physically, but surely emotionally. When the world finds out; Who would trust you again? Will they ever find out? Stupid questions pop up; We play defensive; Everythingās soft⦠Fast forward, four, five, six steps to now; WE ARE ALL VICTIMS. Our kids lie to escape lashing; Our friends lie to keep the bond; Our parents lie so they donāt look stupid; We find out. We are mad to the brim. We scream in our heads, roll in the mud in our minds; āYou canāt whip the kidā, your conscience calls; You shouldnāt blame your friends; they donāt want to lose you; Oh, your parents? Is your own medicine bitter now? ⦠Let us look outside this circle; Our nation is drowning; The world is sinking; Lies are leading; Truth is dead; maybe; Just maybe⦠TRUTH⦠Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift (DVP); Edited BY: Cat the invisible Child (Florida, USA)⦠#truth #poetry #instagram #instagood #newyear #new #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #writersofinstagram #iwrotethis #instagramwriters https://www.instagram.com/p/B7jCHlqJwnf/?igshid=14h48zlik1lhj
PENFUL... . . . You got a gun; I got a pen; Whoās stronger? Whoās weak? You pull triggers; I fount ink; Whoās wiser? Whoās dumb? You kill people; I teach; Whoās a lover? Who hates? You spill blood; I spell hope; Who deserves, A medal? Youāre human; Weāre humans; You bruise, Our skins. Whatās your reason? You plea; Alright; I get. The pen is also gun; Its ink, a bullet; A PENful bullet; It kills. ⦠Our leaders; And rulers; They sign; Death treaties. They leave us; In pieces; With little; Or no pity. Our bosses; And masters; They delay The paycheck. Poor masses, their losses; Looking like crumpled roses; We try to correct them; They call it hate speeches. Now they want to sign; With a pen, not a gun; but If we correct them; Weād end up in pieces. Really, pen is a weapon; A painful weapon⦠. . . PENFUL... . .. ... Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift (DVP)⦠https://www.instagram.com/p/B5ThCmzJltT/?igshid=drikidc9eb1i
PLEASE STAY⦠. . . I only prayed for rainbows; I forgot they came after storms; I prayed for light; but I must wait in the dark to feel its shine. Is love easy? Is it breezy? Or Is it greasy? Will we end up teasing? None of the negatives are on my list; Our love, each day, I planned a feast; Long walks at sunset holding your wrist; Straight to the aisle, smiles to the priest. I donāt only have deep fondness for you; I have plans of forever happiness, the kids and you; Drop the thoughts of me replacing you; cosā No contender reaches or beats you. Iām sincere in my heart and God knows; He knew the end from beginning, and then He made us start; My girl I love you and itās true, really God knows; He bonds us with our daughter so weād never part. Youāre my diamond, youāre priceless; Youāre beautiful precisely; Leaving you means Iām senseless; My love for you is frankly. You know you are hated, but you love me regardless; For this reason I can swear, if I quit then that would be madness; Looking at the smile of my daughter in your likeness; Every day I pray on this love, God shines His brightness⦠. . . PLEASE STAY⦠. .. ... Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift (DVP)⦠https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Su3j8pqD4/?igshid=16z8io3q1bc3y
FAR⦠(Part Three). . . . This journal would be deficient; If I donāt divulge what I sought; Threading these storms; and Shriveling across the Caribbean. It was LOVE. This precious gem I sought; Wandering through deserts and unknown storms. Many questions; About why I slogged through hurricanes for such reason; Look around at how unlucky I had been; Untrue affections, bittersweet fondles. I yearned for this; and Now I have found a Princess; Of semblance of Angelica Hamilton; My treasured gift. ⦠My world has never been the same; This far I have come; Iām giving up on foolās gold; Emotions deeper than the oceans. Look at where I am; From where I started; Her mother was there; Through those storms I wrote about. Sheād always tell me; āWinning is easy; Ruling is harder; Remain relentless, stay alive; and That would be enoughā. Being my wife is her prize. She sees the worlds I keep erasing and recreating in my head; She understands my unspoken sounds. ⦠Our love bore us a daughter; A harbinger of sunshine; To bade gloomy days forever. Please, spare us to bind this bond; Before priests and kinsmen, bringing rings and offering kolanuts; And we would be enough. I donāt need legacies; Nor money; Since I let her in my heart; These moments have been my first chapter. ⦠Beware of your notions Mother; They are like vicious stabs to my soul. Oh mother, please, do consent to this tie; because, - History has given its blessings. It is true I wandered; Across seas and beyond mountains; Let this be the end, since Iāve found love; And that would be enough⦠. . . FAR⦠(Part Three). ⦠Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift (DVP)⦠A copyright of Poems Of TreasurezĀ©2019. https://www.instagram.com/p/B49SG8FJ4Xk/?igshid=15cva8ik3l2kt
*FARā¦* (Part Two)... ...My sailor slumbered; Putting hurt in my story; I faced storms that hungered; A threat to my glory. I was given a chancy choice; I filled my heart with self-promises; Many I didnāt achieve; Will I break away from the jaws of defeat? I have lost everything aboard; Lovers, friends and families; If time was a ship to sail; Would I navigate it back to creation? ... Dying is easy; Living is harder; I chose this path; Why settle for less? I wish the sun would smile on me; I wish someone will head my route; To lead me homeward; A glorious end. Iāve picked a star and kissed the rest goodbye; From this sea, I have perceived mountains miles away; but Tide keeps shoving me farther. Every journeyās tale is fascinating; Until you set out for it; Soulful songs are pleasing; Until you understand the lyrics. ... Look around at how lucky we are; To be alive right now; Such a miracle; and That should be enough⦠*FARā¦* (Part Two). ⦠Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift (DVP)⦠A copyright of Poems Of TreasurezĀ©2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/B4qNHYep9jJ/?igshid=i8td6z3tmjy8
*FAR*⦠(Part One). Timber and coal; Convey me warmth; Sun and moon; Please light my dark. My sailor slumbered; I survived ashore; Seems all is lost; Though, I saved a rusty coin. Sand castles, treasured memories; With whom did we play at the beach? Kisses on foreheads, such a pleasing recall; Who hugged us tightest? Life, once fun in mamaās arms; Till I started crawling, walking and running; Making friends, meeting lovers and starting affairs; I noticed nothing, until I drifted far away. ⦠One sided story huh? Well; yeah, youāre right; but God knows my missteps; Tarnished legacies and respect. I accept. I am lost. One sided story? Well... You are right; but, God knows my mis-steps; Tarnished legacies and respect. ... This may seem a stupid journal; But, this is my life now; I feel no difference regardless; So, I have grabbed my map, set to sail again...⦠*FAR*⦠(Part One) . ⦠Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift (DVP)⦠A copyright of Poems Of TreasurezĀ©2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/B4iKH3DJZe5/?igshid=6xcs530ucpqg
SHELLS... ⢠One child is born; One man just perished; Merry on arrival; Mourn on departure. Happiness a song; Sadness the lyrics; Mystery to the blind; Norm to those with sight. A poor man know his fate; A rich leper, no loyal friend. Write truth on a cleared path; Liars would stride in bushes. Blind men are furious when their sight is restored; How will they get alms again? Kill ego and its neighbour 'pride' would flee. Trust, biscuit bone; Your shadow leaves you when it's dark; How did the stranger know there's meat? No one has seen the ears in the wall. Families live without love; Lovers love without trust; Everything is fine; So long we're individually fine. Love things and use people? Nah! We should use things and love people; The same things you must buy to live, someone else must sell to live. Many lies the world accepts; Truth cuts it like laser; Hard for them to confront you about a rumour; Easier for them to spread it behind you. Write a book, only few would read; Because they know you; Many won't read; Because they know you. Two reasons we don't trust people; One: We know them; Two: We don't know them. In a nut shell, at the end of everything; You'd discern it was just, āyou versus your choicesā... ` ` ` SHELLS... Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift (DVP)... . .. ... #poemsoftreasurez #shells #choices https://www.instagram.com/p/B3KpJr_pgOC/?igshid=pfntzslajzqo
~BRAVE SOULā¦~ ` āEverything you see exists together in a delicate balance; You need to respect that balanceā. - King Mufasa (The Lion King). ⦠Well, I was lied to; Less my fault; Mind of a child; Run away. Plummeted my glass to be shattered; Assented ill fates; Bequeathed my trophies; Absconded from my heritage. Prodigal; Wasting; Washing-off; Lost⦠----- Anguish became Timon; and Depression, Pumbaa; but still My undying dreams remained my - Nala. ⦠I am now bigger, though unwitting; Than the frame of my picture; I should redraft this old, odd story; My legacy. ... No matter how hard⦠Dadās blood still runs inside. Dad, long ago; Told me stories but Never told me theyād repeat in time. Bad things ensue; and We can do nothing, sometimes. ⦠I needed a new lesson; This much I have gotten. Every day the sun touches the earth; Such a blessing and a curse; A Lion runs so it doesnāt starve; An Antelope runs so it doesnāt die. Kings donāt die; We multiply; I always recall Dadās words; So, also I have. ⦠The enemy almost had me; but They canāt have whatās mine; Open your eyes and see; I have no fear; I believe in nothing else; Than the Almighty. ⦠I am the key; Once nobody; but now I am a key; I have remembered āwho I amā; I had to be everything I couldnāt be; for my survival. You wonāt take my sovereignty away for free; Iāve waited enough for this; I have watched the light as the sunrise; Spirits, could hear me calling out of my silence. āWe know this voiceā; So they say; āThis is the voice of: - A Brave Soulā... ` ~BRAVE SOULā¦~ . .. ... Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift (DVP) Ā©2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/B2lKDncJNxt/?igshid=1nbjfghe1su7i
SO WE DONāT DIE⦠Sometimes, we get lost finding ourselves; The worst you can do, deceiving yourself; Who said when you die, itās only yourself? Thereās a hurt loved ones pour on themselves. Yeah, so correct! Loved ones; the very ones on whose hope we stand erect; Family maybe; a lover or more closer; They proudly help in winning and never call us āloserā; There must be more, than this rustic life; A place with endless loving possibilities; Cross worlds, cross countries, inter- ethnicities ; Black, White, Red and every complexities. No unsurpassed delineation of affection; We all have a different version; You played cards; We chose to roll dice. - Entitle us to love freely; _So we donāt die contritely_ ⦠SO WE DON'T DIE... Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift (DVP)⦠https://www.instagram.com/p/B2P0mFyJWSn/?igshid=17d0wgbicoi54
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CRYING MAN⦠My tears are sparse; They fall on blue moons; Some say Iām sturdy; A vertically horizontal perspective. I hurt; You should know; Strong things also break; Shattered glass, lost beauty. Sweet back stab; Bleeding with smooth relief; Who can sell you out? Only those who feels they know your cost. Like a hunted voyage; Trusting has wrecked this ship; Unsure of who, what or why to hold on; Faulted parachutes. Let me have no brother; If all they do is stab; Let me cuddle no lover If all theyād leave are scars⦠⦠CRYING MAN⦠Written By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift (DVP)⦠©2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/B1kw6DtJ6DG/?igshid=x9pvc5841aa3