GOLD
BONDS – POEM OF THE MONTH
You once made me sing
You once gave me wings
You were my Martin Luther
King
With you I could trek to
Beijing
You gave me your ring
Asked me to be your bride
I became the queen of the
pride
By your side
I could fly… I could ride
I was conquered… I was tied
I felt safe within your
stable
But what did you bring to
the table
A gold band, a ‘married’
label
And late night solemn
fables
My wall
My strong and tall
My all in all
Became my downfall
Dirty dishes
Endless wishes
Countless hitches
Empty pitches
Becoming a wife
Is the greatest test in
life
Only the strong overcome
the strife
Sitting on this swing
I think about everything
My heart breaking
Asking
After all your flings
How strong are our gold
rings?
ERHIO
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THE
END TO A RING
I
don’t think Adam was first
Rather
I think Eve stands a better chance
Or
maybe I don’t think there was a first
Rather,
smithereens of equals…
I
don’t think death started out wicked and cruel
With
the blood of the innocent on its lips…Abel his first
Rather,
I think the first flower bloomed, gave up its nectar and shed its petals one
after the other at will.
And
then there was a rape!
The
love affair that bore Mercury; The God of Thieves and Commerce
Earth
being the victim and Saturn, the culprit
A
rape on
Many
Breasted Diana of Ephesians,
Bearded
Ishtar of Assyria
Multiple
Trinity Mothers of Celtic
A
rape on Margaret Hamilton, Anna Fisher, Simone Segouin,
Kathrine
Switzer, Annie Lupkins, Marina, Erika, Funmilayo Ransome Kuti
Mothers
who saw the end to a ring
I
don’t think we’re in Saturn
For
that’s what I think is a ring
A
league,
A
clique,
A
class,
A
caste,
A
cult,
A
union of Force.
Mother’s
name is Earth, why can’t I be free….?
DARE DAN
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THE RING
THAT BORDERS
A bunch they
had been
Seen to be
in sync in all things
In all they
were good and cool
Excelling in
all things
Until…
Yea, until
they chose to take the bunch to secrecy
Probably in
the interest of one folk
All things
remained as good
And their
fame remained
A bunch of
cool things they did
Plus even
more…
More, yea…
They went
past the college days
Playing all
the games and coming out in aces
Was it James
that was Social Director and Olusegun the SUG president?
What did
Shina do as Fin-Sec?
All seemed
prim and proper
I recall
James being invited to the state CID
Shortly
after Jide died of food poisoning
It was a
quiet case
Folks
quietly bought it off the cops
Thus, their
cups started filling
The bunch
also started feeling their powers
In death
laid such powers and so it has been
No one left
the bunch
I stayed
close for the sake of the free lunch
With
expansion came a rebranding
The bunch
A.K.A ‘The Ring Without Borders’
In all, 17
years so far
More than 17
million deaths and counting
What goes
up, must come down
So they say
Now it is
all crumbling
All for the
fumbling of one man or more
And the
masses
The unusual
pawns
Are paying
the bills as usual with their blood
Not quite
long
A member was
taken down
For
threatening to break the ring
His blades
were broken and his flight felled
How, no one
has spoken
He is a mere
one, thousands of others are never heard of
Another rat
is smelling
Another ring
may yet come, if not already.
ILUPEJU
ADEBAYO
May 2015
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THE MUSIC
OF THE RINGS
Between
the twelve rings of Jupiter
Are
decibels of joy.
Their
orbital resonance
Sings
of revolutions,
Astronomy
for the eyes,
Symphony
for the ears.
At
the region of concrete thought,
The
thirsty mind drinks
From
this ocean of harmony,
And
finds therein
A
second heaven.
Between
the earth and the moon
A
tone,
Between
the moon and mercury
A
semi-tone.
Moan
For
a sweet-death
Your
own.
Let
the spherical music of life
Be
felt
In
the marrows
Of
your
Dry
bone.
...
Soonest Nathaniel
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THE RING
THAT BINDS US TOGETHER
I searched
and dug ever deeper
Into the
bottomless pit of the mind
To find that
point where we lost our humanity
Atrocity is
the grand child of the word
Yet to be
coined in any language
To describe
events unfolding
And this is
just the beginning
How did we
get here?
How did we
come to this point?
This
viciousness that threatens our humanity
This
absurdity that questions our sanity
Our vomit
has become a delicacy
To dine on
when the tide turns
Surprise is
fast becoming old school
Feelings are
for the “weak”
As we school
ourselves to understand
The reality
staring us is the face
We have
forged for ourselves rings
Of hate,
wickedness and jealousy
That
terrorizes us
One ring to
rule them all
In this body
Where our
soul dwells
Our spirit
lives
Ifeanyi
Okwosha May 2015
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RINGS
It rings a
bell.
The bell
tolls for thee!
The ring of
Saturn is not the ring of death.
It is a ring
of fire.
The Bell
whether state- which one is it?
With this
ring, I thee wed and your people shall be my people.
The rings
have carats, depending on the gold in them
And on the
gold that paid for them.
I will wring
your neck!
Not quite a
ringing endorsement, but it has a certain ring to it.
Unconnected,
of course, with the rings previously exchanged.
But that
happens when the promise of the rings goes sour, goes south.
Then I do
becomes I do not.
I would not and I cannot.
The ring of
truth- when we are not certain, but we certainly hope.
Frodo’s ring
for Lord of the Rings aficionados.
Ring fenced-
what legislators do with pork in the hallowed assemblies.
And Michael
Flatly, is he the Lord of the Flies, the Lord of the Dance
Or the Lord
of the Rings?
No.
Mephistopheles in Marlowe’s Dr Faustus, he is the Lord of the Flies.
No rings in
sight.
And she was
lonely- beyond the protective boundaries of her work.
Her work
that was words, barriers, concentric circles of words
Like the
ring of Saturn.
Mud woman.
Joyce Carol
Oates.
Rings.
Ringed with
words.
Surrounded.
Encircled.
Words
seeking company
Exchanging
rings, making commitments.
ANDREW WHYTE
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MY PLAN
Breathe in,
breathe out
Our husband
has gone mad again
It is no
joke
Amazingly
gerful I seek
With naïve innocence
Only relying
on chance
Those who
wish to follow me
I welcome
with my hand
But don't be
corrupted
By my heart
desires
When I feel
the burdens
Of my own
actions
Don't call
my name
It is
irrelevant
2 pac made
an impact
I am making
mine
To build an
empire
Flashlight
That man is
at it again
Calling me
to Romania
Eva sees a
war coming
I concur
I am
afterall Anna
OLUWEMIMO
BONUOLA
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LORD OF MY
RINGS
Everything
in me clings
to you like spyrogyra
to a dirty
wall
Every cell,
nerve and musle in my body sings
the song of
desire
to plunge
down your waterfall
I was a
demon who stings;
but your
tsunami quenches my fire
and I obey
your alter call
You are the
insomnia that brings
respite to
my nightmare
you are my other shore
You are not
my Stephen
I am the
matyr -
the Paul that turned Saul.
Everyday you
give me a new reason
to dedicate
my hardware
to playing
only your softball
They called
me the King of Flings
but now I
don't care
if my crown
has become dull
You're the
lord of my rings;
my precious,
eh
I'll be your
Smeagol.
An. N Amos.
