poetry - Ufana Thoughts

Yellow Dresses

Yellow Dresses Bright like the an Evening Sunset,Beautiful like Blooming Sunflowers, Innocent like Baby Allies. We waltz in ballrooms dressed in little Yellow Dresses, and watch from above like phantom drones as plaited fabrics swirl elegantly like Lillie's...

Waterfront...

I stood at the waterfront with a beating heart, clothed in dripping blood and held by careless, carefree fingers that threatened to do as they pleased. I shut the rib that had caged and held back my ability to wander the vast arid lands of possibilities...

Homeless...

They say home isn't four walls, a shiny chandelier, Italian stained windows and a Russian nuclear proof door. Home isn't the Global Positioned Spot where the 'Leprechauns' buried that pot of gold for if it was; the queue might out 'Trump' that that graced...

Forever.

Forever was not wanting the new tech conversation she was having with her father to end, cause though she wasn't going to get any, it allowed her the chance to bond all she wanted with the man who raised her. Forever was not wanting the hot, unelectrified...

Shooting Ofem...

Back in Calabar and it’s a juxta-composition of emotions. A return to the feeling of uncertainty and insecurity and if there’s someone who connects and completely understands this; it’s Ubi Ofem. Ofem is a poet, an artiste in his own right. In a town...

Wild Cats.

What is Passion? What is Desire? As I plunge into your depths, as I explore beyond the surface, past the composition of tissue, muscle and bone, beyond what the eyes see, we create a bond, a link that defies all primordial connections. As I get to know...

Poet's Tale; Life Behind the Pen.

Sometimes I get afraid of being called a poet, Because I feel way below standard, I feel my words are yet literally sterilized enough to fit into the category of poetry, Sometimes the pen feels so heavy... writers block I guess, Paper seems hard like...