BlueInk Poets

29/04/2021

Oh it's come
The resurgence again
He is here
Sending my pulse soaring

His secret sacred smile
Of devouring a child
His voice steeped in deceit and violence
His breath on my skin brought goose flesh to the surface

His eyes cold as stones
Breaking through my ice to reach me
I was uncomfortable as the devil
All I did was shudder
Defiance radiating from every part of my body
Every touch of his hands left an imprint that ate down to my soul
My anger grew by his every breath

After all molestation
I felt in my stomach
Knot of toads croaking
I felt repugnant
Filth haunted me
My self esteem tattered
My self confidence a rag
Now I know he was a scoundrel with a taste for spirits and little skirts
Now all I have is a baggage of "hate"

BlueInk Poets
Lady IFY
no to child molestation

05/03/2021

Dear future leaders
Great minds
Potential presidents
Potential governors
Doctors
Pastors
Teachers
And potential engineers

I understand exactly how you feel
You've seen the wounds of our failed leaders who are trying to heal
I can read your will
I see you don't want to join the wheel
That's why I'm here to be real

You see excelling is surpassing others in some good quality
And it's a virtue
Take a look at me
It doesn't matter how you feel
We cannot swing
If we cannot cross the T's and dot the I's
If you only choose to look and not see with our eyes
I will only freeze and be to you an ice

I don't compromise
I always strategize
I love to organise
Making living like paradise
Anything less makes me paralyze
Haven't you realize
I'm a king
I'm a spirit
I'm a virtue
I'm a quality
I may not be in quantity
That's why I don't live in every personality
I love sanity,purity and productivity
I hate mediocrity, stupidity and unproductivity
I take sovereignty in personalities who love my quality

I cast my spell and make them excellent
Oh yes I have a spell
Like fairy godmothers spell
Though it ends at twelve midnight
Mine lasts forever
I existed in creation stories you tell
Forming the earth, the heavens
Michael and Gabriel
Unknowingly I might be called Emmanuel
Even God needed me to excellent
Now you can tell exactly who I am
I am the highest remark in every performance and existence
I am excellence

Lady IFy
Blue Ink Poets

22/02/2021

THINK ON THESE THINGS

Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?
Do you know how it's measure of spatial extent was determined?
Who did the surveying?
Who decreed the boundaries of the seas
When they gushed from the depths?
Who adorned them with clouds and thick darkness
And prevented them by limiting their shores?

Have you ever once ordered the morning to appear?
Or caused daylight to rise in the east like a Sun God?
Have you ever robed dawn in red?
Have you explored the springs
From which the seas came?
Has the location of the gates of death
Been revealed to you?
Where does the light comes from
And how do you get there?
Can you find the boundaries
Or the source of darkness?

Have you visited the treasuries of the snow?
Or seen where hail is made and stored?
Where is the path to the distribution point of light?
Where is the home of the east wind?
Who dug the valleys for the torrent of rain?

Has the rain a father?
Who is the mother of ice and frost?
Can you hold back the stars?
Can you ensure the proper sequence of the season?
Or guide the constellation of the bear with her satellites across the heavens?
Do you even know what it means?
Do you know how the heavens influence the earth?
Then why don't you acknowledge me?
Why don't you trust in me?
Why won't you yield to your father?
Do you have all these answers?.

LADY IFY
BLUE INK POETS

04/09/2020

Lady dressed so hot
Is dancing with me
Refresh me with carreses
For I am love sick

Hot blood flowing through my veins
I need a pore
Oh an opening
To gush out

Hold me
Or leave me bursting in unspoken lustful babbles
But wait
A flattering mouth works ruin

You know
If this love is plastic
It will break on us
If this love is rubber
It will melt on us
If this love is ceramics
It will smash on us
If this love is blood
It will take us to jail

If this love is unfaithful
We'll surely catch an S.T.D
If this love is lust
Wrapped in a pretty package
Then we are wh**es
If this love is vinegar on sugar
Some day it will get sour
If this love is like a grain
Planted on sand
It will get blighted before it's half grown

If this love is that emotion
Fated to come and go with remarkable regularity
Then we better back off
If this love is black and blue
Then we better get ourselves
Non-living punching bags
Because love has no business cluttering my life
But if this love is pure and forever
Oh we can dance to the ends of the earth
For I'm all yours

IFY
Lady Altagracia
Blue Ink Poets

19/08/2020

CHILD CRY
I want to know how to read
I want to scribble on the sand
And nod like a proffesor out of the library

I don't want to remain a livid little child from the streets
I want to learn to blend and bend to avoid a painful end
I don't want to remain a dish washer for MAMA J
I don't want to be a young child committing felonies
But I want to be a sweet little child
Who is smart in the brain
And not only with the hands
HELP ME AFRICA

BLUE INK POETS
PEN NAME: LADY IFY
ALTAGRACIA

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18/08/2020

What's the use of life
Without a sincere heart
That's afraid to love
Pretending not to love

Love is one positive
Existing phenomenon
That makes me live still
Happy and excited
Love is one thing I will live for
In the midst of my challenges
Love gives me a rush in the blood

It's a mystery in life
That love can exist in our heart
I love to love
I don't know why,
But one thing I know
Love has been and will always be
Like a dolphin in my drowning moments

BLUE INK POETS
@ LOVE THERAPY

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17/07/2020

Whenever I am asked
Can you come up with a new idea
I get so scared
Fear attack me with full armour
My stomach flutter
It kinda sound like
Sweetheart can I have a cup of sweats
It's like passing a very narrow strip of plain hell
Maybe you can address me as
Miss Pusillanimous

Lady Altagracia
Blue Ink Poets

09/06/2020

I have so many errors
Errors that can fill a ceremonial pot
Oh God
I am done
The errors I ignorantly commit
Isn't a flash in the pan

My errors so acute
Just like high fever
Oh i didn't see it
The destruction in error's deceptive embrace
Oh i was deceived
Feeding myself to a couple of Lions

Seeking sanctuary in my own stupidity
I've been cheated of making good decisions
But i won't be depressed
I am taking a journey into life
But with a map

Lady Altagracia
Blue ink poets