When I mean for Marjan and John, I mean the kind of people I see their works and begin to wonder why they write so elderly...


for Marjan and John Ashleigh

Sometimes I look into your eyes and see fire
You make me afraid
Somewhat mysterious and strange
Some deep soothing strums from your pen
And I forget about the crawberries that lie in the basket
Rushing to read one poem by one person

Some poets are mysterious
Some poems are miserable
But when a poet pens a poem
Poems pry playfully pity





Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-05-21 at 18:59

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John Ashleigh
I can't see in the mirror of which you see in me - and I can't exactly put my finger on why you seem to have me as inspiration - but I know this - keep up your writing, don't give in to fuckheads who put you down, and keep up the faith my friend.

I'm always here if you need me. Keep it up, and thanks.
2006-08-07