"EVOLVE" A POEM READ BY KEMI BON AT LOUDTHOTZ OPEN POETRY READING SEPTEMBER, 2011

EVOLVE

Love is a mystery

Solved in the arms

Of the one who loves

Love is an art

Beautiful in form and substance

Love is labour

You work, I work

Love is romance

Serenade me with your

Sweet words

Love is making love

At the perfect moment

Love is sacrifice

Giving of yourself

Love is an act

Doing

Love is a prayer

Presented in adoration

Love is a rock

I hold on for support

Love is a book

Of endless pages

I read still

Love is a wonder

It amazes

Love is comfort

Love is hope

Love is tender

And firm and stable and

Holds no grudges

Love is warmth

Love embraces

Like a child

Cocooned in the belly

Of its mother

Love keeps safe

Love grows

Gives growth

Love is a hand stretched out in quiet understanding

Love encompasses

Love is law

Enforce it.

KEMI BON

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"Plus one" A POEM READ BY SEUN AT LOUDTHOTZ POETRY OPEN READING SEASON 2 FINALE

Plus one

The divide of sanity and psychological deficiency is enquiry!

Is this for nights upturned?

And glasses of red shrouded as hazy

Unpainted conversations of the day?

As with the sun and heat

So is it with success and the streets

Down the creeks, and daddies’ dream is still very loud,

Like his voice, it can’t be ignored

My world has not changed

But

My fear has,

It has grown,

Grown thicker,

 Thicker than me the curator,

I have lived, and these times live with me,

As now, when my dreams come alive,

But sometimes not with me, I only see them

Televised and printed

I have cried, tears well enough to serve

The neighborhoods backyard,

I have smiled, very unnecessarily,

To friends? Yes!

But to you, why?

You! *sigh*

I have made love to the beautiful unrehearsed cosmic complexities,

And still no scanner can tell the sex of these babies

Tomorrow's pregnancy might be aborted,

Bur how plausible,

When we neither know what tomorrow brings,

Nor does it need our sperms for its ovaries.

I am the black Prado, commodore for deaths unknown,

For causes unheard of, yet I must follow,

For they have given me reason not to.

I am not your ghost,

I am not your pain

I am not your failure

I am not the answers to your questions,

Questions that never existed, only because nobody asked,

Because I never asked

I am the wind, soothing dry skins and parched minds,

Feeding hollow brains and constructing bricks of disconcerted continuity

I have given less for more,

Given more or less

Just for a night with the twinkle of stars on the red carpet,

A grey would also do.

I am new, the newest version of me

The new newest on the same old block, where nothing really can be new,

Because everyone there is old,

Older than the separateness and assimilation

Twenty six years down the lane, and I still wonder.....

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        ‘Seun Ige

END OF WORDS

If you would like to read at Loudthotz Open Poetry Reading season finale tomorrow 8/12/11 please send the poem to loudthotz@gmail.com before noon, the venue is at orange academy, 3b adesoye street mende maryland, lagos.

A POEM SUBMITTED FOR LOUDTHOTZ OPEN POETRY READING JULY 2011 FREE BOOK POETRY CONTEST

THE HEN HAS STOPPED LAYING
They ask God to reward the hen, when it lays
But ready to condemn, when it defecates

When they are comforted, they keep quiet
But when discomforted, they swear to revenge

They smile and beam when harvesting goat's meat
But hit a stick on its skull for being stubborn

They are confident to criticize
But timid to praise

When the cow milks, they say 'wait for heavenly reward'
But ready to nag when it attends to nature's call

They'll never spare you for God, but judge your misdeeds
And, never praise and acknowledge your good deeds

They get wool from sheep and say 'wait for nature's commendation'
But kick the sheep for being dull

They are economical in their praises
But lavish in their criticisms
.................

Their ungrateful nature fetches them more enemies than friends
Painfully, their demeanour has made the hen stop laying

As the cow has also stopped milking
Goat and sheep are rapidly going into extinction

As human race is getting abolished

No thanks to the INGRATES.
NAME OF THE WRITER- OLAJIDE, RILWAN OLALEKAN

SCHOOL- UNIVERSITY OF ILORIN

EMAIL ADDRESS- olajidelekan@yahoo.com

PHONE NUMBER- 07066425024 

Why you may not succeed in a2 w 2

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A POEM READ BY THEOPHILUS UMORU AT LOUDTHOTZ OPEN POETRY READING MAY, 2011

WHILE WE AWAIT

I do not yet see the perfection I crave

But I see a child

Immature

Naïve

Yet full of potential

I see all around nations and continents

Established in military might

In economic strength

In political focus

In clear cut ideology

And yet

I refuse to be blind

To the giant waiting to emerge

The voyage may be long

But land lies ahead

And so

While we await that day

When the nation

Shall no longer be ruled by greed

When the nation

Shall no longer be captive

To cowardly callousness

That day

When the nation

Shall be led by the gallant

By the upright

By the wise

By the just

By the noble

By the very dreams of the righteous

While we await that day

When the voice of the nation shall be heard

In Europe

In America

In Asia

In all of Oceana

And in mother Africa

Not in pleas

Not in petitions

But in a proud declaration

In a glorious assertion

Of the power and might of this great land

When immigration and not emigration

Will become the challenge

While we await that day

When our votes

Will not only be counted

But when our votes will count

While we await that day

When the words

“Nigeria my beloved country”

Will once again

Ring true on our lips

While we await that great day of glory

Keep the flag flying

For one day

That day will come

For you and for me.

Theophilus Umoru

A POEM READ BY ADEBHAYOUR AT LOUDTHOTZ OPEN POETRY READING IN FEBRUARY, 2011

The numbers that make up for teen

The breeze and its gossip

The numbers that make up 14

The heels I search for by the side walks

Hoping you’re not on the next bike

In hanging screens I see you

Through speakers I’m humbled

By these people making a living out of your character

Then, I hurry out searching on the next bike hoping you’re not in the next cab

Frustrated, I searched even deeper

Turned the T’s away from the ighs”

Devoured the B’s and the reast

Deprived the L’s from the ips”

*sighs*

I love you so much

Buh I just havnt met you yet

                                                       …adebhayour

A poem by Chisom Ohuaka at Loudthotz Open Poetry Reading Season 2 Episode 6

WHAT WE SPEAK

We do not know what we speak

But when we speak…

What was said is not it

The sounds don’t mean the words

The words are shadows, representations.

We speak power, dynamo

Continuously generating results, authorithy…

It cannot be held or understood

They are felt sometimes, revealed, known

We speak mysteries revealing eternal truths

Speaking “like” God, saying God’s thoughts

A miracle! A finite being carrying

Divinity, spiritual, eternal verities

An earthen vessel containing treasures

Of creation, treasures of glory. 

chisom 3/12/08©