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Nancy Oyula Poems
HALL OF SHAME
He pulled over his jeep, and got out. His pockets being so deep, loaded with cash. He had put on a black tee, and denim jeans. His style, every end of the week, when he goes out.
Goodnight world. The sun has moved to the west, The bird has gone to his nest, The body has done its best,
I saw him again, This time in my dream, Tall, all smiley, and dressed in white, Like an angel.
Take me with you, Please mama, I wanna see your colleagues at work, I wanna see the driver who chauffeurs you,
WE ON THE MOVE
The water is boiling, slowly turning to vapor. Everyone's up, ready to chase the paper. He goes to dribble a football, the player, She has to go for practice, the pro skater,
Six Plus One
He first saw her when she was in the seventh grade. He was seventeen, she was fourteen, A year older than the average kid in grade seven. He looked at her young eyes, she looked at him,
An Infant's Ballad
I'll wake up at mid-night, And clutch her dress tight, She doesn't know I'm awake, I need me her entire attention,
By The Graveside
Quiet as a dark night, Ravishing flowers I sight,
Since your very first hi, My spirits been so high,
Under the cover of darkness, When the sky is bare, starless,
So cold I feel, A little warmth I need,
Deflowered And Tainted
Her miniature eyes stared at the setting sun, Her small hand seen holding a round bun, All she chewed all day was a tasteless gum, The feeling of dejection in her, she’s glum
I would If I could, I would.
Spare a thought
She laughed hard, and laughed and laughed, And laughed again… Spare a thought for her. She isn’t retarded, she is not smart either.
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HALL OF SHAME
He pulled over his jeep, and got out.
His pockets being so deep, loaded with cash.
He had put on a black tee, and denim jeans.
His style, every end of the week, when he goes out.
He moves into the crowded bar, walking with pride,
Like a peacock, or a bright kid going to receive a present.
He likes it so much when he’s in the bar,
Because no nagging, from wife who is so far.
He calls this place a paradise, but it’s a hall of shame.
A lot of evil things happen here, some we cannot name.
He’ll buy drinks for his guys, and give them girls some hugs.