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Eku
Contributed by
alicewhite
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Tuesday, 9th May 2017 @ 10:14:49 AM in AEST
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Pretending to sit down by the lake
Craig and my ex cause of my heart break
Saying that he just bought you a fishing line
But feeding me the bait and feeding me a line
Oh but have you ghot one
I really need to get high
Give me as line
And oh I know that u r laughing
At me
But your still having a good time
I need a line and some vodka or a glass of white wine
Eku eku I wrote it down but the ink was gone so I engraved it into onto the envelope
And I thought it odd but I called you anyway
And when I got back from your black magik ritual feeling a/*****/
I looked it up and this is what I found
Eku is a yoburu word meaning a weapon of self defence
Used by fishermen to keep demons away
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Re: Eku
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by Beyfoxman5 on
Tuesday, 9th May 2017 @ 07:02:35 PM AEST
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| I/'/ve spent some time on the lake. I like this! |
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Re: Eku
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by JamesStockdale on
Wednesday, 10th May 2017 @ 10:06:42 AM AEST
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| Gulp.................. The last stanza- priceless :) |
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Re: Eku
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 13th May 2017 @ 01:58:49 AM AEST
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holy cow,
I felt like I was there it seems so real
now.
great write!
Peace! |
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Re: Eku
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 13th May 2017 @ 05:05:15 AM AEST
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funny, I have written words
in the dark under cover of the stars
at night, what became of those
words, I really could not see
them as I wrote them down,
I really do not know if they were
really any explanation of where or
what I was, or who I was around
at the time when I wrote them
down
but did it matter when I felt high
I was high
So high
A room full of wigs
cloistered aloft
like a sweet babe
discovering her art
She/'/s my daughter Grace
named her after an art teacher
she works on this loft
cutting out clothes
drawing line art
She/'/s the perfect writer
my masterpiece
and there are wigs all
around and small plants
that need watering
that she forgets about
so it keeps me busy
All day and all night
long
the Alaskan Inuit
helped them find fur
taught them how to not
only hunt, but told them
also how to build long-term
houses by the sea and where
to plant and how to trade
with those who lived deep within the land
And then they stayed, brought in
the Tea from China in the form of brick
And words were spread and spread
simple like dreams, but what I had
dreampt, somehow lost its way
just like my little notes
I really like your poem Alice White
You are changing your stylistic ways
reality becomes you quite well
Peace!
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Re: Eku
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by softerware on
Sunday, 14th May 2017 @ 01:04:56 AM AEST
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Your style is evolving. There is an undertow to this write; a layer upon a layer. The closing answers the poem and switches to a conversational tone.
These mixed styles are difficult to orchestrate and you have done so with grace and deep thought.
Did I mention it is very mellow to the reader?
I like what you write, alicewhite!
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