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She stares at me

With laughing eyes, like a Gypsy.

There’s a halo of tears

Above her racing heart, she may be tipsy.

Is it beer, or the burthen life bears?

I do not know…

Or did it just glow, this heart of a million,

words of love uttered silently?


Enigma stands, beside Riyom Rocks*, a con

-fusion! Yet I roamed those hills:

too proud to peer, too proud to wear,

my soul on my neck, afraid of a world with ears…


Time walked in, my willing slave

Yet she stood like a statue, unwilling to fight

So Time bottled her tears,

and listened to the words unsaid:

between ears, pearls hidden in a glove…

The things we left for Tomorrow:

In cages, in chains, on paused lips,

heaps of words on our chests, unspoken;

the will to wrestle my heart –unbroken-

safe from the whispering world…


Time walked out, my billing Master,

Yet I stood like a statue, unwilling to fight.

So Time poured away her tears,

and freed those words unsaid:

into space, leaving this puzzle unsolved…

A cocktail of Joy and sorrow:

In stages, with pens, in false beeps,

gifts of worth in a chest, unopened,

the will to wrestle her heart a broken

safe in the whispering world…


I stared at her,

with longing eyes, like a deep sea.

There’s a halo of fears

above my pounding heart, I may be dizzy.

Is it wine, or the feeling of man-kind?

I do not know…

Or did time just blow, away into oblivion,

a love that was meant to be?

[by Effiong Samuel, written Aug. 2017]

(*Riyom Rocks is in Jos, Nigeria)

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“…sometimes, we take the things we [could]have for granted; but at some times of those ‘sometimes’ we cannot say for certain if we really had those things…”

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Post Author: Effiong Samuel

I may be practicing another profession, but the lives we live is Arts. I have had an interesting life with three best friends: my pen, my pencil and my camera! Exploring our friendship will be worthwhile.

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