Patrick Monamodi Poems

Your hips—
resting upon my waist
like waves that never forget
how to embrace.
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There is a kernel in my bosom—
twisting, turning and yearning,

wanting to be born;
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Patrick Monamodi

While a lie has options,
truth remains—
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Pain is a chain, I say-
threading down generations like an inheritance
Guilt wrapped in silence and sealed with shame.
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O Woman,
Book of hidden wisdom,
Volume wrapped in velvet dusk,
Keeper of unwritten songs.
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Two proud hills stand side by side,
Pointing skyward with slender pride.
Climb gently to the rocky crest,
Slide down smooth with whispered breath,
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John is a composer of idioms,
a mixer of phrases,
a painter of poems.
John is not insane—
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