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Writing again...

Deji DipeoluComment



I see color

I see black and brown and yellow and white  

I see eyes the color of hazelnuts or the deep black of the night sky, resplendent with the twinkling of stars,  clear ocean green waters and deep blue lakes

I see intricate kinks in hair, the silk velvet curls, straight, jet black, bourbon, copper and gold

And I see lips

Full, thin, pouty, mouthy

 I look deeper..

I see blood red running through

Heart, lungs, marrow in perfect sync

Muscles that strain the same at labour

Hands that clench the same in rage and give the same in love

I look deeper still...

And I see strength, and character  

I see hopes, dreams, struggle, purpose, different; each one

I see roads traveled, roads untraveled 

Bridges built and burned  

I see a past filled with pain, a future equal parts promise and despair  

And I hear you ask from your soul's depth

"who am I? " 

And as I listen, I hear the universe whisper



PS. I have made a few edits to this from it's original form. On reading it just now, it felt incomplete, and probably still is to be honest. 

Love ~ Pablo Neruda

PoetryDeji DipeoluComment

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

I want to swim in your waves

Deji DipeoluComment

I’ve always had a healthy fear of oceans

Wading in to my knees and no more;

The ocean, immensely powerful, comprehensively unknown

And me, not a discoverer and a poor swimmer

I had a healthy fear of oceans

But now as I gaze across your glimmering surface

Eyes roaming your infinite horizon

I want to explore the depths of your character

I want to wander the breadth of your shores

And though I am still afraid of oceans

I want to swim in your waves


Deji DipeoluComment

He asked her to give it to him, but she was unable
Because you see, he hadnt earned it yet
He expected that he would receive it unconditionally
but he needed to play his part first, give of himself
but he hadnt, so his touch was awkward
the glimmer in her eye gone, his esteem diminished
she no longer dreamt of being held in his strong arms
no longer longed to look in his eyes and lose herself
because she could no longer find herself in
her father's eyes
he asked her to give it to him, but she was unable
Because you see, he hadnt earned it yet
he hadnt earned it, so he couldnt demand it
he hadnt earned her respect

respect is not to be asked, requested or petitioned
it is to be demanded
and not only with words, not only with deeds
but character and standards
respect, like charity begins with you
and then others will catch it too
it comes from being clear, transparent
and never underhanded
it comes from holding high esteem
of people who surround you
from respecting others you gain respect
from everyone around you
respect, it grows from servitude
so you must be a servant too
a noble lad, a faithful lass,
wherever fate has bound you

so if you ever want respect, show that you are capable of giving
give love, give cheer, give hope and faith and never give regret
and if you heed these words today and make it a way of living
you'll get that thing you want the most, my friend, you'll get respect


PoetryDeji DipeoluComment

I wish it was easier;

I would be so much happier if you were here

And we could do the everyday things lovers do, everyday

But you're not here, and it's not easy   

Every sense I have screams at me to pack it in, to find another road

But I'd rather dig to the earth's core, with my fingers for a gem than sift pebbles from the sand  

So I will continue to reach, and I will continue to ache