Tag: The Cold Cut



I’m Tola Makanjuola, the creator of Poetry Bores. I wrote a series of poems that I have made available online to be read. It’s a fun exercise in discovery, reflection and self improvement. I’ve collated four of the series written over the past year or so for easy accessibility below.

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The Cold Cut | The Complete Series of Poems

Written by Tola Makanjuola From 09/06/20 – 08/07/20

The Cold Cut: Where Earth Touches Water

The Cold Cut: Where Earth Touches Water

I take my relationships seriously 
So I have very few friends
Most people are flies 
They bother you and make a lot noise 
When you meet the right ones
They complete the picture 
The fresco painting
With a final touch of paint 
The final drop of blood
In a vast expanse of ocean 
If you can’t be real
Then you’re probably fake 
If you can’t give 
Then you’ll probably take
The Cold Cut: Even Our Heroes Had Flaws

The Cold Cut: Even Our Heroes Had Flaws

I beat on myself for my imperfections 
And labour over my daily mistakes 
Yet I look to the men who came before me
And see the trail they left behind,
Littered with bad choices.
They smile in my direction 
Telling me “it is what it is”
“How can you find God if you don’t make mistakes?”
I sing these words when I face a crisis
It arms me to the teeth against all devices
Of self loathing, pure hatred 
Self destruction as a way of living. 
The Cold Cut: Show of Power

The Cold Cut: Show of Power

The street splits down the middle
As the motorcade rides through
Your show of force
Will bring you to your knees
In your daytime
In your midnight dreams
What does it mean
To elevate yourself above the clouds
When you dine with foolish men
The Cold Cut: People Are Weak, Just Look at Caesar

The Cold Cut: People Are Weak, Just Look at Caesar

I’ve seen many truths I’d like to share
The libraries are open
But its books are closed 
When they write their poems
They don’t check for errors
They protest eternally 
With no goal in sight
The truth stares the people in face 
But they turn their backs in disgust 
They would rather flood the beaches 
And believe in divine immunity 
Till catastrophe strikes 
And draws cries of sincerity 
Our tools have become our masters 
They work us to the bone 
I had to escape to Rome 
To reflect on Julius Caesar 
The Cold Cut: Can’t Hold Your Tears

The Cold Cut: Can’t Hold Your Tears

When I try to comfort you
I know where I fall short 
My touch is cold
But your tears scorch my lord
So I pull back
From my deepest emotions 
Your hurt reveals 
More than I wish to uncover 
The Cold Cut: I Quit Too Soon

The Cold Cut: I Quit Too Soon

I wish I knew how to let you down
Without creating a Third World War
The fires spark when I call your name
The furnace burns when I say I quit
Now I’m left alone in a torrent wind
On a collision course
With an unwanted realisation
That I quit on you too soon
The Cold Cut: Save Yourself

The Cold Cut: Save Yourself

Looking for a saviour?
You found him
He looks like you
And dresses likewise
Hands that have seen many years
Of hard labour
Feet that have walk lines of misery
To attain strength and vision
The Cold Cut: So Freely

The Cold Cut: So Freely

She said she knows me well
Seen my type along her way
I was hurt she’d lie so freely 
Kills all the potential for trust 
I can’t hand her my secrets 
They’d make front page news 
And I’d be in jail 
Thinking how I foolish I was 
To let anyone in 
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