Tag Archives: poetry

twos

Posted on February 11, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

  in a world of twos i missed the ark lone after dark had my share don’t care  that their not here any more Just don’t like alone mo the type to dream of nights in Khartoum walking barefoot by … Continue reading →

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Svengali

Posted on February 11, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Some say he cast a spell over her. Mo like a shadow/ blotting out pieces that used to define/project her her-ness/ Say he put her up to thangs/ naw/ he stole chunks of her carelessly misplacing essence/ They say love … Continue reading →

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Hershey #151

Posted on February 10, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

  smooth, like hershey made you & I got the nuts Hot like 151 I like chocolit licked chocolit chocolit licked ohh wee there I go & here you come hot like 151 smooth,  like hershey made you & I … Continue reading →

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home in the graveyard

Posted on February 7, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

brothers hug corner dreamstil they bleedcuz that’s allthey own i woke up lastnight dreamed i built me a homeI pray my grave is not the only land I ever own

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First Funeral, 2013

Posted on January 27, 2013 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

Forever young never to be a grand father early in your day the work of you is done you were like the heat that never found the sun the shine resting in the diamond the tune up before the song … Continue reading →

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techno mecca

Posted on July 25, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

walkin in a new garden technically colored flowers grown in medicated minds stress elevated to art bleeds on concrete freedom sought in recreation of is tagged on trains transient society sold fathers house took a trip to paris to see … Continue reading →

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song

Posted on July 23, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

wishing I to remember me I sing songs my great grandmother sang so I can remember my grandmother loving me as much as I loved mother I sing to remember the song how it goes and where it has been … Continue reading →

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A room full of broken birds

Posted on February 8, 2012 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

the new born still talk to the dead the dead go as the new are born entering and exiting a room full of broken birds called life we are born dying the young man said it life brimming in his … Continue reading →

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Unwritten (From the collection INK)

Posted on April 28, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

unless you can write food on a plate words on paper have little to do with empty bellies bloated                                                    as if hunger were a being  growing in the vacuum drawing flies to eyes  puckering brows painting something that has … Continue reading →

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A Poem for This Day — (General Poetics 2011)

Posted on February 10, 2011 by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

this day demanded a poem a free poem that dont cost nuthin and dont owe nobody a damn thing copy this left i give you the right this poem dont belong to a collection it belongs to itself and this … Continue reading →

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