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		<title>Poems by Ayoola Goodness</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Drums (what gives us peace gives us wars) A child hears the drums he closes into Africa peace dance and the gracefulness in fine movements his mother taught him&#8230; he opens his eyes and finds his legs going to war his tongue holds the blood of the twenty-two men who milked their way into his [&#8230;]</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2016/10/29/poems-by-ayoola-goodness/">Poems by Ayoola Goodness</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></description>
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<h3><strong>Drums</strong></h3>
<p>(what gives us peace gives us wars)<span id="more-44417"></span></p>
<p>A child hears the drums</p>
<p>he closes into Africa</p>
<p>peace</p>
<p>dance</p>
<p>and the gracefulness in fine movements his mother taught him&#8230;</p>
<p>he opens his eyes</p>
<p>and finds his legs going to war</p>
<p>his tongue holds the blood</p>
<p>of the twenty-two men who milked their way into his mother&#8230;</p>
<p>he is twenty-two now</p>
<p>and knows how to tear every drum to bring out guns</p>
<p>he will not remember again the days of dance</p>
<p>or the peace in drums&#8230;</p>
<h3><strong>Nectars</strong></h3>
<p>Love&#8230;</p>
<p>If we journey too early into this bloom</p>
<p>we will not find nectars</p>
<p>we will lose our necks and fall into tears&#8230;</p>
<p>I am clothing your nakedness in my thoughts</p>
<p>(I do not want to know you without honour)</p>
<p>I am murdering this war of the flesh</p>
<p>I am thinking of your smiles now</p>
<p>your uniqueness&#8230;</p>
<p>(I do not want to know you without honour)</p>
<p>you are not like some woman who drinks fire</p>
<p>from misled waters-</p>
<p>not like some woman who knows how to blow fire</p>
<p>growing between many men of no shame</p>
<p>I know some woman</p>
<p>you are not one&#8230;</p>
<p>(let us walk this poetry together)</p>
<p>the night is cold and there is poetry in this rain</p>
<p>I am closing into the lessons of kisses</p>
<p>I will never wish to kiss you in the rain</p>
<p>never!</p>
<p>lightening is a bad photographer with a selfie stick of thunder</p>
<p>I have seen her albums</p>
<p>they are negatives of burnt souls&#8230;</p>
<p>I am closing into the tastes of sleep</p>
<p>they say a soldier does not know the true taste of sleep</p>
<p>until a bullet walks through his heart</p>
<p>I am a poet-</p>
<p>walk through my heart like a bullet and let me sleep&#8230;</p>
<p>(let us go back to where this poem actually begins)</p>
<p>love&#8230;</p>
<p>If we journey too early into this bloom</p>
<p>we will not find nectars</p>
<p>we will lose our necks and fall into tears&#8230;</p>
<p>I am clothing your nakedness in my thoughts</p>
<p>(I do not want to know you without honour)</p>
<p>we must wait the sun rising over this bloom</p>
<p>to find nectars&#8230;</p>
<h4><strong>About the Poet</strong></h4>
<p><strong><img decoding="async" class="alignnone wp-image-1908 size-medium" src="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/eb926-tmp_img_20150719_155636729844470-1-225x300.jpg" alt="" width="225" height="300" srcset="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/eb926-tmp_img_20150719_155636729844470-1-225x300.jpg 225w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/eb926-tmp_img_20150719_155636729844470-1.jpg 768w" sizes="(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px" /></strong>Ayoola Goodness is a Nigeria poet. Some of his poems have appeared in anthologies and poetry journals. He is the author of &#8216;Meditations&#8217;, a collection of poems.</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2016/10/29/poems-by-ayoola-goodness/">Poems by Ayoola Goodness</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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