I am – distressed by people whose ideas are born from beyond the mess of intoxication. Their histories, lined with memory grease allow regrets to slip by, no longer grasping onto conscience; a white glare, pasted on past and future, disposes details, allowing only blurred and shadowy access. I am – repressed because people make […]
Author: Pete Aki'i
Hello there... I'm Pete Akinwunmi, aspiring poet, singer, harmonica player, saxophonist, sports psych & erstwhile rugby player. On this site you’ll find my writings in the form of poems and song lyrics (a few of both accompanied by video footage) expressing my love of words, word play and fun expressing personal psychological insights related to being the best you can be or at least as happy as possible with what you are.
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Live the Dream (song lyric).
(Song lyric) TaffyWasAThief performing this song at Usk festival. APOLOGIES: THE VIDEO STOPS HALF WAY THRU BUT THE AUDIO CONTINUES TIL THE SONG’S END! The light of my life went out the other day. I thought maybe whiskey would clear the dark away. Something told me the bottle wouldn’t work, might take away the pain, but wouldn’t […]
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The Points of Rugby
What is the point of rugby? What does it mean to play? Is it war without the shooting or a poetic, artistic ballet? We can liken rugby to dancing without the music I’ll agree but I find it just as enchanting despite lacking choreography. A game is actually a wonderful show full of drama, wit […]
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Litany of the Unburned.
Two voices. One remembers the smoke. One names the fire. Together, they refuse to forget. . ASH IN THE SHAPE OF FAITH I. The Smell of Smoke I was ten when a Sunday school teacher told me the dinosaurs were God’s mistake: too big, too strange, not mentioned in Genesis. We laughed, but quietly. Even […]
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Takeaway Sadness
One a.m. Stomach rumbling, driving home from a rocking gig. The message athunderin’ from my tum shouts a big,”No” to pie&chips. I feel too dizza for any kinda pizza, too loud for a shush kebab And that Southern fried Colonel’s chicken concoctions only make me gag. I just don’t fancy a biriani, or a burger […]
Rugby’s comin’ on telly innit? isson now in a minnitt. Arf’narf done frarf time, plenty uf Brain’s an’ a crate uf wine Boys’ll be ova now in a bit, Dai’n ‘iz brawd, ‘oozas twp aza tit, but keep ‘im tidy an’ he’ll be fine dippin’ leeks in ‘iz glass o’wine “Wara teg, butt, shove up […]
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Give Peas A Chance.
I nibbled as quietly as I was allowed(one must never eat open mouthed.)Whilst devouring my dinner with alacrity,a gastronomic brainwave came to me. I’m going to start my own corporation, it may require public re-education to get the world to see, like me all people on earth are busting for peas. A chain of restaurants, […]
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My Voice
Glockenspiel, timpani, trumpet, saxophone, clavichord, harpsichord, guitar, big trombone. Harmonium, euphonium, oboe, vi-o-la, tambourine, violin, cello, pi-a-na. Xylophone, paper & comb, tuba, or bassoon castanet, clarinet, tuba oompah-boom! Now, if you don’t have even one of these, how will you make your tune? The cheapest, smallest instrument will amplify your soul – a ‘tin sandwich’, […]
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Cost of her Soul (song lyric)
A beautiful child at the schoolyard gate, pretty smile lights up her face. Last day, turns her back on school growing up feels cool in a cold-blooded world. Doesn’t matter what’s in her thoughts. Her face and body is what the people want. She’s an innocent doll, head in a whirl. beguiled and seduced by […]
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Filling the Void.
PART I. I stumbled through a childhood drunk on woe.Like a bagatelle ball flipped there and here.And into a void of thirty years or soI’d poured gravel, sand, garbage and tears. The emptiness stayed hollow,though it resounded just enoughto convince those who would followinside was interesting stuff. Nothing that entered that space of spaceever stayed […]
The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i) 