Dickson Wasake Poems

I am the path of the light breaking into the dark deep of the waters,
The whisper of the wind in the Garden of Eden,
The buzz of the lover bees in the ark of Noah,
The tears of salt in the eyes of Lot’s wife,
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As i kissed you,
did you feel it?
My spirit asking you to need me,
to love me,
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Time,
She surely has a most twisted sense of humour.
I am not Armstrong,
bobbing up and down lunar surface,
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Every man young,
dreams of lofty grandeur,
of conquering lands foreign and alien,
and women and loot in between,
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See Mary Lou again,
across crowded dance floor,
with another;
touching,
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The finest always goes with the dead,
and we the grateful undead,
now dig through these bones and treasure,
with hammer and basket we probe,
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She often complains,
to girlfriends 2 and 5,
who on this occasion of monologue,
choose to lend now familiar ear,
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That she loved 10 and 1 before him,
or that her lips belonged to 10 and 1 before him,
did not take a morsel of sadness from him;
like Oliver demanding more,
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Please sir stop,
Am only 13 years old,
Am not ready to become a mother,
I have science and math sums to do.
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