Ananiya Alick Ponje
Ananiya Alick Ponje Poems
|1.||I Will Not Wait||12/19/2011|
|3.||Figment Of The Imagination||12/19/2011|
|4.||Ilusions Of Love||12/19/2011|
|5.||From Me Comes This Warning||12/19/2011|
|6.||But Mark This||12/19/2011|
|8.||Two Are Two||12/19/2011|
|9.||Feel My Pulse||12/19/2011|
|10.||Oh! Pink Rose!||12/19/2011|
|12.||Dive Us Not||12/19/2011|
|13.||The Deceased (A Tribute To Ishmael Chafukira)||12/19/2011|
|14.||I Will Marry You||12/19/2011|
Comments about Ananiya Alick Ponje
My pen has dug in deep and it refuses to die.
Its crimson ink desires to portray concealed dark images
Of the outlying past that were once trampled beneath embryonic
Loads of word stipulating the organic rules.
My pen keeps on marking down
Dark patches of his magnificence.
As it ignores the white ones good for the other side of olden times
But I can’t oblige it to put down what it does not crave to.
The hand fails to control the progress of my pen.
It takes its course without heeding suggestion
That would secrete the sticky patches of his lordship