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I AM LEGEND – Promote Yourself










Where do we begin
When you’re also my end
Day, night, am, pm, seconds
Weekday & the weekends


Destination can be shallow
That’s why true fulfillment can never be hallowed
I look at you with a smile & a coy laugh
Wishing you could be a camera; so with every touch you would just flash
All the lasting memories of the things I want to have


these thoughts believing in you always being my better half
i’m a man, but still like the touch of your hands
cause misery likes company & happiness loves temptation
& somewhere in the middle is our life’s celebration


why i live my life & let the others talk
i’ll be happy while they stand still & i walk
all that i’m saying is elementary & written on chalk
i just want to touch you till our lips lock


is the reason i comfort you with questions
you & i any suggestions
before i look you in the eye, is there anything else to mention
while i get ready to relieve any of your tension
i’ll only live once & you call my attention
others were your virus & just like the movie i am legend


Godefroy Dronsart :3 – Promote Yourself











No more brown coke with my fried bean to cup

No more binary synthetic harmony


No more processed elephant banter chit-chat

No more care for your surface black eye-rimmed eyeballs


No more menthol-laden ether tether dangling from the above sky


No more appointed love in appointed love-books


No more circumstance poetry


No more houses ogling at the bedroom windows of the other houses during ogling hours


No more labels for traumas under glass

No more silent time around exposed bodies

No more diagonal relief between heart beat-important patterns



(No more heart beat-important patterns)

No more time for addressing endings or give way to absence


No more impedance on the horizon

Hello !
My name is Godefroy Dronsart. I’m from France – and still living there for now. I was born in 1991. I have performed in London in the Poetry Cafe and in the Library bar in Islington regularly during Spring during an Erasmus exchange, then went back home and continued writing on a regular basis. I have been published in Poetry Weekly (a magazine now sadly dead and gone, but from its ashes might rise a new project, I am told …) and will be published in the Roehampton Student Anthology of 2013.
I enjoy poetry that takes twists and turns, and nothing delights me more than not understanding a line at first.

This can be found on my blog : (can this link be put at the end of the poem if it is published ? It would be great !) where I regularly share poetry with the world and reblog relevant articles about poetry found on other blogs.

Thanks for reading and for putting the Poetree blog in place !

Best wishes,


: EVERY TIME I WRITE – Promote Yourself


Every time i write you get a preview
it’s easy to say i want, but in reality i need you
sometimes i want to lay with you as you sleep
then whisper my name in your ears & watch you squirm in between the sheets


keep nourishing your feelings so plate me
no part of us in the menu includes maybe
cause i’m breakfast, lunch & dinner daily
food for thought you’re appreciated greatly


a whisper & a thought
cause honestly the true you i want to unlock
i just want to love you as i do myself
you & i combined will always equal oneself


will save her in my youth with a cape
& in old age with a cane
she will always have a place
in my heart, body & soul cause my brain is all yours
every time i write is for it to be appealing to you when i explore
your deepest thoughts of course


just want you to know; while others take you for granted
i’ll love you the way you’ve always wanted
& this is coming from the bottom
i fall, better yet fell for you before autumn
you may have not been looking for unconditional love, but in me you’ve found him

Lino Robles

A RARE FLOWER – Promote Yourself


Grrriiinnnggg! It’s morning.
I check the mirror and find myself set
Purposefully, I walk into the Garden where Adam once found himself alone
Taking a meditative stroll in the company of the early morning sun,
I see it
Either by coincidence or by Divine providence, I cannot tell
But it’s right there, in the far corner of the Garden
A young bud sprouting,
A rare species, a jewel in any man’s eyes,
So beautiful and natural,
Intoxicatingly delicate, the pick of them all.
Instantly, I’m in tune with it

Zzzuuuuppp! The Indian music in my ears stop and
I find out that I’m in a fix:
Do I leave it to nature, or do I protect it
from the many non-existent wandering predators of my imagination’s creation,
Who have no other agenda than devouring all in their paths.

For a while, I step back from the garden and withdraw into myself,
Only stepping out occassionally to discuss my plight
with the self-proclaimed elders in the perimeter of my consciousness

Yet, the familiar still small voice lovingly warns me
of all the dangers and perils of nipping a rare scion so soon.
Alas, my conceit captains the suggestions of the ‘know-alls’,
and they all urge me to follow my ‘seat of smartness’

I’m back in the Garden, and I tell my Self, ‘Fish out your bud’
I’m excited and carefully become a wee bit careless
However, with crude expertise, I cut it off,
from whence it knew as home.

I saddle myself
with the responsibility of fending for it.
It is resilient, and with a stubborn desire to survive.
It thrives, but only at its normal rate,
Not less, but I’d never know whether it could have been more

So, what was all my fuss about?
I commune with my heart,
during my pillow-talk at night.
And the intuitive, inner, inspirator interferes once more, saying,
‘The Father in His Nature wills the Perfect rather than the Permissive
for His own’

I wake up.

(Dedicated to Oluwayanmife Ilori, though it actually means more than that)

 by Tewogbola Promise

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