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Poem – Untitled (Tsunami) by Syerramia Willoughby | SyerraRhythms
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Showcase For My Poetry and Other Random Ideas. Poem – Untitled (Tsunami) by Syerramia Willoughby. In the rapturous morning. I hide under the sheets. Poem – Untitled (Uh! 8211; by Syerramia Willoughby. Poem – The Origin of Hope by Syerramia Willoughby. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Poem – Untitled (Uh! Uh! Uh!) – by Syerramia Willoughby | SyerraRhythms
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Showcase For My Poetry and Other Random Ideas. Poem – Untitled (Uh! 8211; by Syerramia Willoughby. Let me play you for a dollar! Why me, I wonder. Poem – Unrequited Love by Syerramia Willoughby. Poem – Untitled (Tsunami) by Syerramia Willoughby. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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Poem – The Dark Continent by Syerramia Willoughby | SyerraRhythms
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Showcase For My Poetry and Other Random Ideas. Poem – The Dark Continent by Syerramia Willoughby. Is an odd continent is Africa. Where one tribe of people. Can be strung out in different countries. From the Sahel to the Atlantic. All hell broke loose. In the attempt to get to heaven. In an instant, unity of tongue. Was transformed into the garble. Of a chewed-up cassette. With peppered eyesight, they staggered. Seeking their kind in word. And relief for it did come – was more intense than passion. Poem &...
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Poem – On Turning Thirty by Syerramia Willoughby | SyerraRhythms
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Showcase For My Poetry and Other Random Ideas. Poem – On Turning Thirty by Syerramia Willoughby. I guess you know my age now. Now all you have to do is figure out which year I wrote this. haha! This was supposed to be it! The end of my legitimate youth. The prelude to my matronly years. The hour had arrived. But some guests had defaulted. The gut had already taken on a mind of its’ own,. While wrinklies rested in the foetal stage. Love had not yet come to stay. Now a slave to what I thought my calling,.
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Poem – Attraction by Syerramia Willoughby | SyerraRhythms
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Showcase For My Poetry and Other Random Ideas. Poem – Attraction by Syerramia Willoughby. My fragrant hair oil. Draws the malaria-infecting mosquito. Forming the perfect halo. Above my braided crown. Poem – A Decade Behind by Syerramia Willoughby. Poem – On Turning Thirty by Syerramia Willoughby. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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Showcase For My Poetry and Other Random Ideas. Poem – New by Syerramia Willoughby. To the red of the harmattan dust. He glistened white all over. Following around his mama. Walking on the tips of his baby hooves. Learning to say baba. He was all legs and very little body. And what body he had was bony. Poem – On Turning Thirty by Syerramia Willoughby. I guess you know my age now. Now all you have to do is figure out which year I wrote this. haha! This was supposed to be it! The end of my legitimate youth.
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Poem – The Origin of Hope by Syerramia Willoughby | SyerraRhythms
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Showcase For My Poetry and Other Random Ideas. Poem – The Origin of Hope by Syerramia Willoughby. A shrivelled mass half-submerged in a mudpool. A drunken vagrant tunnelled in ragged blankets. Glassy eyes staring into a faraway never never universe. With a lost identity-. A lone wanderer in a desert storm. The crazy canine circling the block in its’ final fit of madness. The delirious drifter in search of a soft spot to lay his sodden head. Yet, a dot-sized flame in my centre grew. Dec 06, 2011. Sorry, y...
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Poem – A Decade Behind by Syerramia Willoughby | SyerraRhythms
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Showcase For My Poetry and Other Random Ideas. Poem – A Decade Behind by Syerramia Willoughby. Tags: A Decade Behind. Born the wrong end of a decade. Yet he made my pulse play keepy-uppy. My embroidered visage, such a contrast. To his juvenile looks. The wisdom in my eyes did not match. The angelic cockiness dancing in his,. But his crisp smile tickled my heart all over. It leapt, bounded and rolled over. With less efficiency than a boisterous toddler. He talked, I nodded. But I cemented them with a wave.
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Poem – New by Syerramia Willoughby | SyerraRhythms
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Showcase For My Poetry and Other Random Ideas. Poem – New by Syerramia Willoughby. To the red of the harmattan dust. He glistened white all over. Following around his mama. Walking on the tips of his baby hooves. Learning to say baba. He was all legs and very little body. And what body he had was bony. Poem – On Turning Thirty by Syerramia Willoughby. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
