A collection of poems

Dear
Da•Ya•Ree

Adegor Jeffrey
 A collection of poems

Dear Da•Ya•Ree

Adegor Jeffrey
 Dedication
To the weird, maybe broken
and unsure...
 Dear Diary,
September 12, 2023
09:24am

It's looking very difficult to start, I like to think

I'm a naturally lazy person, but I really want to
take risks and take control of my life.

How did Pete Edochie put it - "Let the young

hunter go to hunt, if he kills the elephant, he
ends his poverty, if the elephant kills him, he
ends his misery."
 Contents
- Dedication
1. Of Love And Broken Things...
2. Tell My Future I've Fallen In Love, So We May Never
See...
3. DM...
4. About You...
5. Every Friday Evening...
6. Muse...
7. Flowers...
8. Who Wrote Our Stories???
9. My Heart Is Waiting To Be Robbed...
10. Target...
11. Red Flags...
12. Reflex...
13.To Give An F For...
14. I Saw God And I Lived...
15. Psalms 1...
16. 'Tell Us A Story', God Said...
17. It Stays...
18. What Would It Profit A Man???
19. Weren't We Just Sands Yesterday???
20. Dear Adam...
21. I Wish You Would Smile...
22. How Long Is Time???
23. Photos...
24. 20.10.20...
25. Failed at Failing...
26. If I Die Now...
- Until Next Time
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Of Love And Broken Things

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Let me fall hard,

If I'm lucky, I'll have my heart
broken
If I'm unlucky, I'll have my
spirit crushed

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Tell My Future I've Fallen In Love, So
We May Never See...

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Tell my future I've fallen in

love,
too much with a girl -
not much with myself.
Too much with opinions of
many,
and none about myself.
Too much with a god, an idea,
an empty space with a voice.
A voice that has turned a
shrine,
a voice who just wants a hug.

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Tell My future I've fallen in

love,
but I don't know what that
means.
Tell my future I've fallen in
love,
and it has made me stupid.
Tell my future I've fallen in
love with now
so we may never see.

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About You

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I Know the names of all

my heartbeats, and I've
shaken hands with my
feelings.

We had a conversation about

you.

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DM

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I built a home in your dm.

When I close from work,
I look for a smiley emoji
in a "welcome" text
followed by a kiss.

I search for a "how was your

day" conversation
Touch your face through
your pictures and tell you
how lucky I am to have you

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I imagine we'd walk to the

kitchen and I'd smell all the
food we talked about but
never got to taste.

I travel alone, to all the places

we never got to go.

It's been a lonely house now

Filled only with echoes of
"Heys" and "Hope you're
doing well"

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Every Friday Evening

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2

I want to be the one

who comes home to you.
Exhausted!
But with stories
I can't wait to share.
Excited!
Stop to listen to yours,
maybe as we have dinner.
Elated!
Then we say a prayer,
I kiss your head,
And we go to bed.

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Muse

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And God said

let us make art -
and he saw that you were
good

your smile was a magical

canvas
one could paint a bad day
and it would still look good.

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Flowers

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I'm in my gallery.
These halls where moments
are held captive,
and time never passes -
frozen by the shutter of a
camera.

I'm staring at a memory.

it's the 4th of April -
you're wearing a well tailored
confidence, jewelled with a
silver smile.
Your hair falls free and
smooth,
like the pouring of milk,
your eyes, brighter than the
explosion of stars.

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I'm thinking out loud -

How have I touched a
seraph?
How have I kissed a dream?
How have I held a hand more
valuable than secrets?
How did I wake up in God's
exhibition and cuddled His
fine art?
Cursed to love what I could
never have.
How have I loved so deeply
yet ignorant of it's meaning?

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Who Wrote Our Stories?

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Who wrote our stories?

From whose imagination have
we begun?
A drunk lover?
A cruel author?
A hateful god?
A people too happy, they
forgot what sadness was,
and made us as a reminder?

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My Heart Is Waiting To Be Robbed

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1
Will a glass slipper ever fall?
or maybe textbooks -
Will 7 dwarfs ever call on me
to kiss you awake?
or maybe a good friend -
Shall I search for a dragon
guarded castle?
or a stepmother's house -
Will I ever stumble on the
tower you hide?
or your father's house -
Will your beauty ever visit my
beast?
or will a beast fight a dragon -
Will I ever find you?
Or be found by you.

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Target

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Eros must be stupid,

to give a bow and arrow to a
baby.
Cupid must be so stupid,
to keep shooting at me.
I must be overly stupid,
to keep standing as a target.

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Red Flags

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When next someone asks

me why I love her, I'll stop.

I think that's a red flag.

I imagine you crave
validation,
I imagine you're ignorant
and that you'd be full of
yourself.

When next someone asks

me why I love her, I'll stop,
not before asking her why
God loves us.

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Reflex

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I think the human body is

designed to protect
itself from harm.

Like how you instinctively

bend your legs after a high
fall or jump.

Like how the eye lids locks

down when something is
coming at it.

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Like how the nose expels

unwanted guests from the
airways.

Like how the heart rate

increases in response to
threats...
like when someone
tells me "I love you"

This bodyguard is often called

reflex.

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To Give An "F" For

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Dear folks,
if it's not your faith,
if it's not your family,
if it's not your finances,
if it's not the right fantasies,
and the fucks of a few friends
-
don't feed it.

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I Saw God And I Lived

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He stood,
an obelisk of truth,
as a threat stands, or a muse -
an epiphany.
He stood, single, but many -
like the Banyan-Grove tree.
He stood, a father, son and
spirit,
and spoke only grace,
with a voice that sounds like
peace.

I saw God and I lived -

I saw God and he was me.

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Psalm 1

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The most sinful place

I've ever been
was the company of
drunkards
I laughed, and almost forget
Psalms 1

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'Tell us a story', God said

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'Tell us a story', God said
about a god, God said
who walked down heaven's gold
steps
got to the earth and his purpose
was ghosted.

born in cold of July

formed as his God had inspired
articularly, he was described
particularly he was 'the scribe" -
who would heat up words
to conform as a warm embrace
and as powerful as a convoy

"Tell us a story', God said

about a god, God said
'Tell us a story', God said
'we're waiting still', God said.

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It Stays

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The tree gets all the heat

from the sunniest days.
Complain, maybe it does;
Sweat profusely, maybe it
does;
but it stays.

The tree gets all the cold

from the rainiest days.
Shiver, maybe it does;
Catch a cold, surely it does;
but it stays.

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The tree gets all the blisters

from the stormiest days.
Hurts, surely it does;
Considers quitting, maybe it
does!
but it stays.

on discipleship -
shall I get all the persecution
from the toughest days
and choose to stay?

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What Would It Profit A Man?

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What would it profit a man -

to gain the world, and lose his
soul;
To make a god, and lose
control?
To give less fucks about his
will,
his abilities to hope, to think
and to feel?

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Weren't We Just Sands Yesterday?

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Sleeping secrets sees sunlight

Sincerity is a supper we may
never supp till we sleep
and that’s alright

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So... someone
Share stories, about she who
sells seashells by the
seashore
Sing songs about someone
sipping soup for supper
Tell of how silly sally swiftly
stole the sick sheikh's sheep
and sold them for simple
sustenance
Because somehow, some
supervisor selfishly select
family over service

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Stain shades with strong

sketches showing security
snags
Should shepherds allow their
sheep sleep in a shack?
Seeking sanctuary from soul
seekers on the highways
We travel in a circle of spears
-
Still, under six feet, six sisters
sleep... soundly

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The system has labelled us sets of
citizens searching for necessities
so sore
Such as secured safety, sincere
salvation, sustained salaries,
satisfying sex, scarce starvation,
at least stupored with 'small small
change'
Plus, the abuses of sciences have
made subsistence sustenance sit
and stare our faces with thoughts
of
Sickness, suffering, sessions of
struggles, strains
Offering us safety by taking our
safety
Offering us sense by taking our
senses
Offering us a voice and taking
away our abilities to speak

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Satan summoning priest is

at the holy rooms again
Servants whose services
are supposed to direct us
to the truth are not
trustworthy again
Churches, Mosques,
Temples, shrines have
changed their signs to
'open for business'
and the sheep now doesn't
feel they need shepherds
again...

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How did we get here?

weren't we just sands
yesterday?
Are we moving too fast, 'quick,
sands!'
so we're sinking to fast,
quicksands
weren't we just sands
yesterday?
Sands turned to skins in
places
with irregular whims and
graces
and spectacular grins on our
faces
Weren't we just sands
yesterday?

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Sleeping secrets sees sunlight

Sincerity is a supper we may
never supp till we sleep
and that’s alright.

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Dear Adam

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Dear Adam

Whips of despair and self hate find

pastures on my body,
And my mind, though powerful, is
helpless.
My fantasies are the only thing that
stitches a smile on my face.
I want to pray, but words are not my
friend.
More so, my will is gasping for breath.
Please pray for me.

My tears create an endless ripple,

My mother is dying.
my father grows weak
And I’m afraid I’d run mad afterwards.
I am broken,
and I’ve cut everyone who tried to come
close
I don’t know what to do.
Please pray for me.

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I Wish You Would Smile

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I wish you would smile -
So I’d write about how your smile
gives warmth fires drool over.
and SpongeBob can be crazy
again;

I wish you would smile -

would smile, but your face is
naked.
I’d have brought for you a smile,
but I’m not sure which size you
wear

Smile, smile in the morning, all

day and before you go to bed
Smile, you have enough time to
frown your face when you’re
dead

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How Long Is Time?

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How long is time...?

"relative", says Einstein - as in
"very long", says regret.
"not enough", says purpose.
"short", says ignorance.

How long is time...?

"irrelevant", says the one who's
lives - as in
it doesn't matter - as in
if you have to ask...
you're probably already wasting
it.

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Photos

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I thought about why I hate

photos
and capturing moments.
"It always gets lost.
So what's the point -
Keeping something only to lose
it?"

Then I thought?
Does that apply to life?
"No, it must not"
A life well kept, is never lost
The person may die,
but his life lingers on.

P.S. I really don't know why I hate

photos...

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20.10.20

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On those days,
I got used to seeing
a baby missing a body part;
A mother, losing a son.
A father who died
pretending to be brave.
A lover who never came home.

I saw bullets as pebbles,

and clay formed from blood and
sand.
The streets were covered
with anthems of agony,
even the silence was scary.

Hell came visiting,

and he was a cruel guest.

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Failed at Failing

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Once,
I made a list of how many
times I had failed -
I was disappointed
I didn't even exhaust the
first few lines.

Maybe I haven't tried enough?

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If I Die Now

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If I die now, I would have

died having been loved
by a woman

I'll smile and tell the angels

they never got to experience
that

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 If the feelings I'm feeling are
genuine
and you knew it -
As, I am fully Huey
with a hue bit ingenuine.
Shouldn't you be hewing,
like doing something beautiful
with me?

- Make me Better
Until next time...
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