QUEEN IN DARKNESS

Every time I close my eyes,in that darkness,your face clearly shows Your eyes always have an undying glow In a world where many seem to be alone You defy the odds and bravely claim your throne Their eyes,like fireflies,light your path So diligently Almost like it was your right by birth Lest I forget the eloquence in your speech when you address your subjects And how decency you so effortlessly portray in every aspect The queen My queen But only in darkness © Nana.

LET THEM KNOW I TRIED

It's in how you hold my hand under this beautiful sky adorned with stars that put the city lights to shame It's in how I find re-assurance in your eyes,that I can always trust you It's in how my heart skips a beat when you whisper in my ear It's in your embrace It's in your caress It's in your kisses It's in how you always manage to make the past moments we've spent together pale in comparison with the present "I am taken." So you keep telling me in the midst of my advances But if they ever decide to put my life in script, Let them add that I yearned to save you from an ill-fated love, that did nothing but weaken you Just like you rescued me from grotesque images of not being loved like I loved © Nana.

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YOUR BODY,MY HAVEN

She glides in the night like the wind The kind you feel only when your curtains are ruffled Stealthily,the kind you feel as it brushes across your face But her smile sells her That smile that she flashes ever so generously That smile flares up my heart That smile drives me to the edge and yet somehow I manage to get a grip and pull myself to safety Unlike fireworks,she has a lasting flame The grace in her every step has proved impossible to ignore I dare say the sensuality and strength she exudes, simple yet elegant is something to strive for And the heated sessions between us, Glorious Not the usual grinding and tapping that ass But exploring each and every inch of our bodies Feels as though I'm deep in the sea,hungry,digging for precious pearls,with every stroke When she archs her body,the aura of majesty surrounds her Leaves me in awe when her juices come into existence and liven up my palates And when she curls up in my arms,in the stillness of the moment, trying to catch her breath, Can't help but picture her with a halo, A sight to die for. © Nana.

DESPAIR

And every drop of tear that hits the ground,burns with such intensity Then suddenly,love becomes a myth No one dares to talk of the fervor that once was The only sound that defines them are the whispers the almost fading whispers about the wrath of a woman scorned © Nana.

WHAT IF

Let us soak ourselves in the chirping of the crickets and the glow of the stars before daybreak pales the beauty that this night carries with it. Let us dance to the rhythm of our heartbeats before one of us gives in to our calling Let me whisper in your ear how much I adore you but please do not say anything because your eyes do more justice than words ever would Let me create the perfect painting with my tongue.Stroke right from your mouth,down your neck to your navel then to the haven that harbors forbidden but utter sweetness.Call it an artifact,our artifact,just before we become history Let us explore each other and if you happen to find love in my eyes,the feel of my touch,the warmth of my voice,then by all means stay.Stay and help me find the same spark in you Let us make our understanding of love simple,yet pure and more valuable than anything else in the world. © Nana.

OF THE WONDER THAT IS A WOMAN

Edit OF THE WONDER THAT IS A WOMAN by Nana Poet Ibrahim on Saturday, August 4, 2012 at 10:52pm · When she loves,she loves unconditionally But when she gets fed up,she really gets fed up,nothing can change her mind. If she does not laugh when you crack(what seems to you) a joke,then know you are not funny/cannot make her laugh. When she says nothing on the event that you have pissed her off,stay away till she cools down.If you are lucky, she'll tell you what you did wrong,if not,still waters run deep,loosely translated;utapatikanwo siku ingine. Be yourself.You don't need to change just so you can impress her,she'll eventually find out that it's just a charade,trust her to find out. Contrary to people's perception,a woman who stands her ground and speaks her mind is not a bitch,she is principled. If you manage to get past her silhouette,it's not because you could,it's because she let you. A woman cannot be owned.If she chooses to stay with you,it's because she knows what's good for her.If she depicts no future with you,she'll leave.So get off your high horse. A woman always has a plan.No matter how many times she derails,there's always a plan. ;-) It's the grace in her every step,the peace in her embrace, the fervor in her smile,the promise in her eyes,the purity of her tears,whether happy or sad,the affection in her hands,the aura her presence commands. See,I could go on and still would not find the right words to describe this beautiful being. A toast,to the wonder that is a woman. © Nana.

I FORGOT ME

I've been true to everyone else but me given so much of myself and forgot I also needed me kept others warm and left me in the cold shared my heart beat with them and forgot I also needed a pulse they told me they couldn't live without my smile,so I gave it effortlessly,totally forgot I needed my smile more held their hands when they were scared and forgot I needed the security more spent forever looking at them coz they loved my eyes,I did not even notice how blind I was to me I did not live,I existed,shared my breath with them,because they said they couldn't breathe without me I forgot she needed me more I forgot she needed my undivided attention I forgot she needed to hear me assure her that everything will be okay I forgot her I forgot me. © Nana.

I'M SORRY!

I lost my senses somewhere in between their physiques Lost my sight somewhere in between their thighs Their arched bodies and suppressed breaths that, to me, meant satisfaction I tried to turn away I swear I lowered my gaze but in the process I still lost a sense See,I touched all I could And forgot the epitome of physiques If I were to kiss you right now,would it still give you goose bumps? And no,the question is not rhetorical I want to make it practical Remember how your lips felt on mine Remember how your scent drove me insane Remember how your piercing eyes made the clock come to a halt Remember how it felt having you in my arms all the time See,I'm tired of being around only when it matters I pray that my indiscretion did not make your heart crack All I want is to own that face that once made me blush Will you have me back? © Nana.

SHOW ME HOW TO LOVE YOU

Should I call or text you a couple of times during the day Would it be enough to show you that I'm constantly thinking of you? Should I look at you straight in the eyes when we talk Would that show you how much trust I have in you? Should I get so close to you till I feel your breath brush across my lips Would that be enough to let you know I want you next to me always? Should I show you off to my friends Would it show how proud I am to have you? Should I cancel my commitments and stay with you when you have the flu Would it show that your well being means the world to me? Should I have an unmatched personality Would I then, be your one in a million? Should I confess my love to you Would you then show me how to love you? © Nana.

OF LOST LOVES,LIVES,LAUGHS THAT ONCE WERE,I PRAY

Of pure hearts changed to different forms,I weep.Hearts that once loved unconditionally but now hate with such passion Of eyes with no mercy whatsoever,I cry.Eyes that once spelt utmost innocence but now bleed anger Of hands with no pulse,I grieve.Hands that were once so warm and smooth as alabaster but are now so cold and rough Of a smile with no emotion,I sulk.A smile that once lit up a room and put the city lights to shame but now defines darkness Of souls that once loved.lived,laughed as if there was no tomorrow,I pray. I pray for their redemption I pray that they can still love with the same intensity I pray that they can still smile with such fervor I pray that they can still live with the same enthusiasm Of lost loves,lives,laughs that once were,I pray © Nana.

MY UNSUNG HEROES

Blow that trumpet for that boy who has been molested but it does not derail him from achieving his goals Beat that drum for the girl that was raped and still wants to make the best out of her life Let the fiddler play that violin for the woman who is constantly battered by her husband and chooses to speak up and fend for her children Strum that guitar for the teenage girl married off,actually sold to the highest bidder just so the dowry can sustain the family but still fights for her rights Hit those notes on the piano for the young men and women who turned to drugs because they consider that their safe haven and still express willingness to get help and be better in society Play that harp for the lost souls.Let them know,I know they have tried to search for themselves amidst those tears that keep trickling down their faces Sing and let them know they are thought of and though it is not always enough,it's really the thought that counts Let them know their strength is admired and though I don't understand where it comes from,I look up to them for inspiration Despite flashes of dark memories clouding their thoughts everyday,enough to lead them to end their lives but they choose the light. This is for you.I have a hero in you. © Nana.

I KNOW

I know it's your eyes I'll be looking into till eternity because they sparkle only when you look at me I know it's your lips I'll be kissing for all time because nothing can possibly counter it's sweetness I know it's your hands I'll be holding for the rest of my life because the sense of belonging I feel when you're holding mine is incomparable I know it's your embrace I'll long for everyday because I cannot dream of living without the security that is engulfed in it I know it's your voice I'll listen to till I can't breath any more because no one else makes such beautiful noise when they are mad I know my heart is in the safest possession because no one else can take care of it like you do I know I love you and there's just not enough time to show you the ways in which I do I know it's you I'll love every second of my life because if not for you,if not for the day I met you,I would not have known how it feels to love and be loved I know I'll live to show you how much I adore you and all I want is for you to know I truly do. © Nana.

ME AND YOU.

You are the inspiration that makes the bulb above my head light up with ideas the reason why I steer clear from the floosies and beer for fear of having my judgement clouded hounded by the indecency of a moment's lapse a moment when I let my guard collapse unintentionally in a synapse of abandon You ignite a fire in me that invites a warmth so nice Your words,linger on the tip of my tongue like ginger spicing up my plain life a pinch two fingers which You came into at the right time with a stitch and saved nine... Unlike Faith Evans I have faith even when my confidence fades when continents change their afflictions to suit an infected mind... Our sessions,conversations in low tones when I go down on both knees and purse my lips to faze my pleas in ways I know best not facing an interface since Your presence is omni and dense... I run my fingers through Your 'texts',Your sixty six book love-letter in a yellow pages fashion hoping to reap the passion that awaits me in Your mansion the beauty of Our relationship splashed on to a real asian ship in an intricate design one defined by a covenant a marriage between Us one that has me at war, shiping my old desires to exile and worshiping with my all coz I don't mind the way You take my breath away since You give it free to a smitten me the sacrifice to absolve and make me better has me looking up in the sky for something brighter than a star to wish on that every time We converse, I say thanks first and ask not for things but what I can do to serve You better,My God.

CLAUSTRO-NOT-SO-PHOBIC

My window sill is ebony black glass still web on it,dark rain spills everything cracked, sealed shut to keep out the elements,the dust and the clout that have my eyes sticking out enjoying the view or trying to spy joy in the view notice what's new the smoke,fire and stew but still peeping still creeping still sticking indoors where it's safe where the lies and AK's can't reach my ear spew idea's that instil fear, in the still clear consience thats my olny guidance coz only guys dance to gun-shots like butch and Sundance... Has me knowing that its not safe outside not safe to run behind Bolt if you aint Tyson, and not safe to eat ice-cream if you ain't Marvin fate using us as live bait as we wait we're preyed on by opportunity sprayed on by urea's acidity laid on by explicity so torn by ethnicity that we don't recognize the melanin, the pigment that makes us alike, or different all like the contrast that's God's intricate design not destined for confusion like that time at Babel or now when we con everything, from con-stituency to con-tinental with con-sistency we even con fusion... Killer priests with killer cysts who insist on charitable assists... Some from Nice others Espana some who Renato Sessana our innocent vijana mocking The Lord while singing Hosana out of spite... But who are we to judge, to throw the first stone when the givers have one hand in your pocket the beggars exposed to bullets the albinos our own version of leperchauns our greed after the pot of gold they've hidden at the end of the rainbow driven by egos we soil where we go emphasizing the fact that man is man's worst enemy, in this man-eat-man existance that worries me so the walls around me,they know me they protect me from me they eaves-drop as i channel my pleas and petitions to my maker...THE GRAND ARCHITECT... They protect me from the grand scheme of things, the suicide bombers directing their fury to the wrong place... The ashoessinators who love dead presidents but aim retired ones the jobless friends who mug and maim retired bums for a meal our to-be-brides who hit it with our dads for extra credits,give head to Deans as old as our grandads and the mystery that's survival so i sit behind this veil that's oblivion, this smoke screen that's smoke and mirrors,like its a drill... Waiting for that moment when doom ricochets on these same walls and puts me out of this stifling space that's caving in by the minute, no guns or roses, or guns and roses, just blood and cartilage splattered on cement, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and Peace.

CLOUD NINE

You have drowned me in the insanity that is your love the type of love that I always crave for from the depth of my soul only way my sanity can be restored is by your love making one look from you is all it takes for me to surrender to your embrace my every curve you caress as I explore the wonder that you are sweetness in it's purest form is unearthed sweetness that I feel only when I'm with you sweetness I'm utterly forbidden to have with someone else no one can possibly sex me like you do,these words set on playback in my mind you take my breath away the pleasure holds my speech captive and what I want to say can find no voice in the midst of every breath every arch every kiss I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart © Nana.

THE BIGGER PICTURE

Ignorance smiles a mile at its victims those it piles under its thick timz those it trimz and leaves grim vulnerable and susceptible to gullibility and spasticity myopically blind to the decadence and uncouth the opulence of lies and untruths that their diet is comprised of a diet robbed of crude and corn by some brutes with brawn masked by a symbol of imp 'unity' the red,black and green that grants immunity to those that matter, those that shine the sides of the platter, those that line law's bread with butter and get away with a callous bis spatter. Plainly part of the bigger picture that's a state claiming sovereign, citizens suffer-

eing policies so foreign till there's no more rain to wash the pain dangerous to stay sane like playing chicken with a meat train this epic of a nation flushed down the drain eighty,a nice weighty percent comprised of a peasantly descent the next generation the one hoping to win the next election but don't stand a chance against the mature erection probably till the next session when "next" will be less of a law like Lucy a virtual Nation with less of the "Lawless" devoid of blame,characteristically blameless with aims ne(a)lly like Cornell Haymes jr. Or Ving Rhames the epitome of success in a black environment an environ meant to make a black mind fail to break the bias and take the crown change change rather than change the town engage rather than stage the bound tame age rather than make it sound incursive... a curse heaved on our shoulders by Adam and Steve whose city was incinerated by fire and brimstone enslaved to a ringtone that "rings" and "tones" our ears to the undertones politics and hostile zones the politricks that hurt our bones on a daily the gimmicks that spice our cable like bay leaf with no sodding bailiff to moderate or orderate my banter, unequivocally with an adlib like santa to close my cloze with... coz only a dim-wit would cave to the heresies peddled by a half-wit with an MSc. with sights at a HSC a Head of state commendation with no consideration to a higher deity a no-church-in-the-wild type with no loyalties masquerading as a patriot in state colors having stumbled into taxpayers haven floating in seventh heaven this dream of affluence foolishly realiz

ed at the expense of a once pure soul poorly sold to the tentacles of ignorance.

THE COLORED MIND

Her breath,choked by bureaucracies,exhales a story of turbulent seas rough and telling more than jenny sees taking it back to Genesis where it all started like Greek myth,before the flood of Noah,not Ramsey at the destruction of patsies the ones that got blessed not lucky and got saved descendants of the mercies of the Almighty from the loins of Kish, down generations of inventors,traders and scholars to the first universities in her young epicenter worriors and strategists emperors and pharaos to a dark worn out shell of memories vile those that have her tears flowing north tears her children called the Nile, tears never enough to wash the bile as her children were led away in single file her core, robbed of resource diamond and gold the knowledge and books stolen and sold the next generation held in a fold introduced to the slave-ship phenomenon on waters so cold their tough hands reduced to picking soft cotton the same one which eventually made the white T that the young colored male is enslaved to her dirge decries the failed state of affairs, the states stuck in arrears, the masks a statesman wears the war instigators diabolical agitators sadistical dictators political conspirators that her dear sons turned into, the toxic bug of foreign influence that had brothers at arms;not in each others arms embracing, wars full of foreign artillery which no one stops to ask from whence it came before fire engaging and pulling the trigger paranoia caused by mindsets disfigured a people lost brainwashed by populist theories at what cost? The land being robbed as the few successful minions toast boast and say prosit while the rest wallow and roast thinking what the bunch of angry farmers fighting for their land brought was independence yet still they drown in dependence not absolving themselves in repentance slaves of their own mind fueled by prejudices from their own kind judging by skin-tones and hair they find not as kinky or a little more silky than their perceptions can accept... Pointless wrangles and tangles that make mama bleed from the side the Congo river symbolically where Jesus got stabbed before he died as she hopes for tomorrow,AFRICA knows the hardest part of hope is the wait.