Tag: Spoken Poetry
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Coffee by Eli Oko
He would be wide eyed Leg shaking Painfully embedded into the black and white lines He would be retro, a true classic That old ‘skool’ word we should never spell with a ‘k’ Because it shows our age He would be boiling with steam Burning the lips of all who dare to get close…
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Snipe Hunt by Eli Oko
Right on target Aim is clear I felt your eyes meet mine Your mind leaked rhymes All others couldn’t compare See at first I never put 2 + 2 I should have known it was hopeless I had everything to lose Music and cider Comforted by neither I was just happy to be out There…


