Category Archives: Poetry

Dead Poets

Posted on November 2, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

some say all great poets are dead they lie for true poets never die never they say all great poets are dead I say they lie for poets live in the words are the breath of Godz are the eyes … Continue reading →

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Cotton and the Lynching Tree Gang

Posted on October 18, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

    there was a gang of them holding us down we were no match for such fierce cruelty we fought back best we could but they had friends in high places with last words to say we had the … Continue reading →

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Bleaching Cream Blues

Posted on October 12, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

  early in the morning before the world puts on its face she stands in front of the mirror pinching this poking that pulling on the other she turns slowly counting the ways in which she is not enough too … Continue reading →

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Visible

Posted on October 10, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

its not the hoodies or the skittles BART rides not the wallet he pulled out or the comb the cell phone not the toy gun or the raised empty hands perhaps its the kiss of melanin the brown black velvet-ness … Continue reading →

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Cotton’s Memory

Posted on October 9, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

cotton has a memory dreams that never went away a land of cotton with a memory held close like lovers mementos whispered quietly  in board rooms that smell of linen & avarice living quiet lives at the dinner parties of … Continue reading →

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Autumn

Posted on September 29, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Summer fades its burn leaving room for rain dancing & the calling forth of winter but autumn will have its day short long night gold leaves falling on a transitioning a going to be reordered so autumn resembles an evening … Continue reading →

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Prayers for Peace

Posted on September 29, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

trust in righteous love but tie your camel I pray for peace as I sharpen swords my prayers have only known times of war I pray for peace as I protect my weapons my love for peace no ladder for … Continue reading →

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The Death of Innocence

Posted on September 20, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

the innocence that wrote love poems and captured beauty like life could be kept fire-flied in a bottle fled slowly/ leaving pragmatism on the dresser in a shade of clouded jade there is little to say of love or beauty … Continue reading →

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The Storm

Posted on August 20, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

In the storm no eyes blind head back mouth open to the rain wash the sorrow & rage into my soul no one hears my cries nobody is coming for to rescue me no eyes in this storm brewing for … Continue reading →

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idenity

Posted on May 12, 2014 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

tempered, forged, amalgamated solid containing an internal logic no predicable ambient point not likely to melt in benign circumstance likely to reassemble in its original pattern coalesced from remnants stubborn essential parts determining a whole complete with its own center … Continue reading →

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