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Kehinde-Margret Makinde
Sunday 11 February 2024

Harmony of Life's Calabash

Description: Engage in this mystical journey with the Apprentice’s where Path is a glitter of mystic contagion and peace in Earth’s sacred scroll


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In the calabash of life, 

a profound journey unfolds 

as the space

gracefully passes the baton 

in the art of apprenticeship. 

Success resonates like a fine chant, 

akin to the resonance of the four-lobed kola nut 

the water that flows, 

immersing its feet

into gin and tradition.


The apprentice, 

the Soldier's seed, 

navigates the delicate balance 

between the sun's dreams

and the moon's ways. 

Hips sway 

after the clover of the stars, 

creating a dance

that echoes the celestial rhythm,

Taking nature in the fashion it is.


Within energy’s forte, 

the apprentice remains steadfast, 

untouched 

by the mystic's contagion. 

Breeze gently gives life to the air, 

ensuring that peace

never topples over, 

while the living

is meticulously scripted 

in the sealed scroll of existence

The Apprentice knew anew.


In the scroll 

where life is inscribed, 

the celestial and clay beings converge. 

The earth walks ways 

where water was weaned

before birth, 

guiding life in eleven directions —

 light, lead, love, logic, luxury,

and power 

flavored on six sticks of nature.



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Kehinde-Margret Makinde
Tuesday 20 September 2022

Edge of My Existence

Womb and Tomb zoom the croon. 

Soon, each dune in June is boon;

The doubloon and gadroon, 

Attune each spoon strewn in its swoon.


Like the moon at the edge of my existence, 

I toluene the festoon’s immune, 

Pontoon by platoon,

I impugn the poltroon within thinking picayune. 


Like trinitrotoluene sent to bestrewn deception, 

To will the hesp, oillet, and knosp within;

To wield the toman by the toings; 

I plunge the lagune by the monsoon.


Soon,

The boom coaches the Boone in me,

Till I am well shoed 

In celestial toon. 



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Kehinde-Margret Makinde
Friday 9 September 2022

The Inquisitor

Beyond six feet of distance 

and seven heavens of this pull of woods, 

I draw intensities of sounds and words to placements,

Calling me beyond the territories of these leaves.

My soul sought profiles of its songs 

While its proud emission and enthusiastic incision jingle,

In fields of consciousness, beyond access to semantics,

Submerging me 

in the author’s trance of phrasal phenomena; 

Telling me, “focus!” 

amidst mortal icebergs and immortal tides, 

Saturating undiluted pinnacles, 

on paths leading home 

from the author’s elements of creativity and  

Symbolism’s narration, 

by a series of innovative intonations, I have employed it. 

Yet, I am on volume one.  




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Kehinde-Margret Makinde
Tuesday 30 August 2022

My Perfect Me Each Day

Each morning, I set for the sky, 

to whisper in my Father's ears,

My cheers, cares, or fears;

That his hearing may know my plans, 

before realms and mortals do.

 

What pleasures him is perfect for my people;

Fragrances of my schedules are one with heaven, 

As His hearts hail in unison with my wings, 

before time breathes its last for the day, 

He sets my eyes to see their blueprints,

 

Leading me by his hands, 

To choreograph choroidal mirrors 

of incarnation’s choir;

Then guides me by my feet, 

on pieces of the earth by peace,

With inward virtual and physical impressions.


Tunnel of Life has set me up with luminosity,

in the truth of time and path, 

to the imminent clan of eternal areas,

The flying officers, celestial Crowns, and deities 

Who grasp cognition of events, 

to hug the passion of His pleasure,

before the day grows in worms.




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Kehinde-Margret Makinde
Tuesday 30 August 2022

Even When Greys Fall

Where months level up, 

I find methods for guests.

In mortals’ fluidity, life stops

To sail streams of logicality,

In exclusive decoration 


of pumping innocence and access, 

beyond the latest found spaces 

and insight-filled circuits.  


We live in a gentle residence of spinning cores,

built by crusts’ dreams, 

Where mortals tinge for life, 


For the sake of discovery that holds us.  

Being genders built by immortal codification, 

Embracing unsuppressed curiosity, 

At each breaking point, 

to each day’s ears for centuries’ eyes,

Right there, where hearts talk for aeon, 

Even if grey hairs begin to rain. 




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Kehinde-Margret Makinde
Tuesday 30 August 2022

A She I Know

I remember when she found her best lead, 

In brave sperm on the shoulders of an iconic egg,

Ready to for life with a different understanding, 

Episode by episode, till the water broke.

By the seat belt, her mum gave her feet;

By dreams, 

celestial realms gave muscles to her nirvana ideas, 

While she was still entertained 

by milk and sparkled in diapers,

While she was still realizing the World’s front doors, 

from their barks and backs.


Like a seed, she was tendered by her father,

Night and day, as fruits, flowers, and flour, 

In ecstasies of worth and totems, 

Of all the women she is tenderly beginning to be.


I remember then, 

curves, curls, cravings, courses, cervix, and circuits 

Featured her subconscious essence, of immortal customs, 

Round her crust without cost. 

Lovely were the costly subscriptions of her foster parents, 

For a show of her dreams, the circumstances of her leap, 

And mirror and science of her gender,

Till Economics broke her way 

In mortal want of beasts down her x-axis,

Till Hell chauffeur demons and legions, 

to be existing elements and witnesses to her change,

For her pleasures and appetites, 

for the style of research and realms down the y-axis,

in their high-standing stories, spoken from standards of entities.


Curiosity sought her vessel 

for bread and complexities down the z-axis

In every portal, till her streams wailed 

louder than fire at its last breath, 

water perpetually bruised, 

And air choked in its existence, by mortal experience, 

Till meaning of life, in the femininity of existence,

As a tree reduced to its roots.


Till she was afraid to give her stalks sweet sprouts.




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Kehinde-Margret Makinde
Monday 29 August 2022

Emergence

Stars set strings’ stat that 

Soils, souls, and science have lost, 

Winning earth and sky. 




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