TV–my enemy of late

Tv has become my enemy
As the weeks joins legs with
The ants that crawls the earth

I find peace of days
Tuck away in the smell
Of torn o books
Staring at the dark screens
With my brainy antenna switched
To the loudest volume

I smile as I share dance with
Characters of my foreign friends
Burnt in their romantic poems
Love their artistically fingers
Be lost in the world I be
Right from the bones of Africa
Without stepping the pedals
Of the crippled bicycle flying in
The weight of the afternoon’s pass

TV has become my enemy
As I’ve found delight
In the smell of the good o books
Couple with the brew of a good o beer

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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2 Responses to TV–my enemy of late

  1. Thandiubani says:

    hehehe, write the write; soon, the call for it shall come when you shall revel in it. For now, face the book facing you. LOL, glad to read this bro. Keep writing! 🙂

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