THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 75 (POETS WORST NIGHTMARE) PHASE TWO
I am the hearts wounded of satire_
I soak my pillow every dusk I retire_
This is my worst nightmare really
A sincere work with no kudos or glory.
What should I do to live and ink on_
Who shall be my anchor and succor?
Losing her muse isn’t her deepest fear
Like the homing pigeon it traces its way back
Money and rejection isn’t an irk as well
She’s got the backbone for it
“I don’t wanna die with my voice unheard”; she said,
Is my worst nightmare.
His spoken words are dried leaves and fallen trees,
His muse is beaten with high degree of immeasurable worries.
The stars refuses to beautify his gloomy state
And the sun seem to surrender to a darker fate.
Lies and excuses are caught red handed
So he allows the truth to lie on a shameful thorny bed.
Should I run back from the velocity of my nap?
I couldn’t believe my stance of logwood
A laddie snagged my paramour! And other chemistry?
Can I say I find love in a killjoy, which gives me no joy?
Or an illusion, that is getting on my mind fusion?
It all getting all my head but I still take it dead,
And the only thing I called it, is a Nightmare.
I Sang a song of melody and crossroad,
Forgotten emotions are birds of road,
But when I looked back;I saw darkroom
Legging with no head before her boom.
What could become of dead bones in my dream?
Nightmare is a powerful cream
Writing home a prayer
Of cursed prayer.
To retire under the moonlight with no tales of his mental Odyssey
Nor of warlike adventures or scars of battle to show.
To reach the sunset of age and all that awaits is nemesis
For failing to make the hearts of men glow.
Not in daring and failing but in failing to dare
Remains the word potter’s worst nightmare!!!
Dark pen falters in harms way,
Coming to an halt in my abode,
Slowly bidding away dark
Enchantments of gold.
Nightmares in the light,
Disrupting the piercing pen.
No sooner, I heard a knock on the door,
Coming-in was the apple of my eyes,
Tempted to and longing for touch,
Ability to resist appears nil,
After minutes of foreplay and on-play,
Muse disappeared, words vanished.
Why have u chosen this day to go wrong,
A very special day sweet gone sour,
In the festivity of peace, declaration of war,
Our glorious heaven now a hell for all,
Land of ours becomes one for all,
My one nightmare, the worst of all.
*RASHY DA PRINCE*
Cautiously, I drew near
Fought my feelings to not flare
In my head, we made duet
Until he said ‘You’re a friend I can’t forget’
Wanting him was the worst nightmare
From afar, I hate a poet!
Let go of me my heart cries,
My bicep of sapping tears,
The countless sticks of painful death,
Counting down the day I came on earth,
Burning off gold?
Yet will i stay old.
Never giving up,
That my worst fear
My ink drying up
That may bring tear
A nightmare can never be good yet
Am afraid of having the worst nightmare
My dreams are getting darker
The paths are becoming loner
I’m haunted by my past
I cry, I scream, I shout.
But who’s there to save
The people in my best dreams are tormenting me in my worst nightmare.
Quest me, where in this dust do I belong?
For in thousand they lay so long,
Who shall tell the story back home?
To return seems so lone as music tone,
Oh! Can this be a terrible nightmare,
My worst so to say nightmare.
Three lines to go,
Five minutes to hold.
No inspiration is coming forth
I won’t even emerge as fourth.
My muse promised: I will be with thee
This was my worst nightmare. It betrayed me.
A multicolored, long and big python I beheld.
Was gripped with a cold sweat, perspiring profusely in cold weather.
Come, let’s progress with our match she says.
Felt like Merlin should appear and whisk me away with his abracadabra.
She not it reached to me, kiss me with the kisses of your mouth says her.
In my dreaded dreams I collapsed and woke to reality sweating.
I drew in a shuddery breath and caught hint of blood_
Darkness casted in the room, rhythm of nails were odd.
Voices stopped floating, adjusted eyes studied darkness;
Wheezed in pain as I was choked by claws.
I fought the urge to cry as I took a screwdriver and kept stabbing until it’s skin tore,
It vanished, fear cloud my eyes. A hand touched me, I woke up from a nightmare
In a tripod and forlorn mind,
His pen he set to work,
Perhaps, there be that will dance.
Or not, he would scram.
He’d never learned the art of music.
His worst nightmare in torrents pour.
My biggest fear
Is being inadequate
And failing those who depend on me
It is being too late
To help them get free
It is breaking my word
And forsaken my bond
It is causing them to lose faith
Cause i couldn’t defile fate
It is being a disappointment and being rejected
Just like Samuel did when Saul defected
So what is my night mare
My worst nightmare
Is simply not being enough
For those who to me have been too much
*E. D. OGHRE*
Y. A. OLAWALE
E. D. OGHRE
RASHY DA PRINCE
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