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POEMS READ AT LOUDTHOTZ POETRY OPEN READING SEASON 8 EPISODE 7 THANKFUL

AJIJOLA HABEEB WINNER POEM OF THE MONTH

TEDDY UGONNA - WORTHY OF MENTION POEM OF THE MONTH

MY NAME IS A POEM – (poem of the month)
My name is a poem
That single piece of word
Announcing my identity, personality
Ethnicity and nationality
All at once
My name is a poem


That resounding two syllable sound
 Attached to everything I do
What I should do
And what I should become
My name is my poem
And I’ve always lived by my name


But life’s pace has gotten faster than I expected
It’s pull dragging me by the collar of my neck
Denying my lungs the fresh air that it needs


Like a paper origami on a flowing lake
On a raining day
Being pulled along by the river tides
Never having the freewill to go this way or that way
Like a paper origami on a flowing lake
On a rainy day

Hurried along by life’s pace
I’ve walked past my name and left my poem behind
Now sitting alone in this darkness
Putting on my regrets like a fully adorned royal regalia
Trying to remember what my name once sounded like
What the melodies of my poems once felt like
Trying to filter out my poem amidst these numerous voices

inside of  my head
Biting off bits of my hearts, and
spitting out the chunks
Against the deafening echoes of this silent shadows
Like they were the rotten flesh of my decaying carcass
Sitting alone in this darkness now
Bottle in one hand, regret in the other
Picking up words like they were stones
To fling at the foot of God’s throne

Waiting for some door in a black cloud
To open up but nothing happened
Rain falls, night comes
And i'm still here, sitting alone in this darkness
enveloped in the shadows of what I once used to be
I used to be something good
I used to be words carefully wrapped with beautiful metaphors

I used to be imageries painting emotions anew
I used to be smiles on faces after a genuine I love you straight from the heart

I used to be answers

I used to be fresh ink painting away sorrows on the innocence of white pages

I used to be voices

I used to be echoes echoing off the voices of
Yeats, Shakespeare, and Dickinson
The words that grew wings and fly
I used to be the feelings engraved at the top of your heart

Maya Angelou , Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Frost

Raise  your words, not your voice, It is the rain that grows flowers not thunder

Rumi, Li Bai, Homer

I used to be something meaningful,

Beautiful

But Like a paper origami on a flowing lake
On a raining day
Being pulled along by the river tides
Never having the freewill to go this way or that way
Like a paper origami on a flowing lake
On a rainy day
Hurried along by life’s pace
I’ve walked past my name and left my poem behind

Ajijola Habeeb

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THANKFUL FOR BEING THANKFUL (worthy of mention)
I’m thankful for
the dawn's breath,
its smile refreshes my
docility,
I am thankful
for its warm nightingale
song,
I am thankful
for the choral medley
of the sun's orchestra,
I am thankful
I didn’t die
but live to die
one day at a time,
i am thankful,
for love,
its Judas hands found me
and i m thankful
I would not be denied
by a peter,
I am thankful
I am breathing
fresh lilies from untamed flowers,
I am thankful for this chance,
to spit on death's door,
and thankful I can sing epitaphs to its inane decrees,
I am thankful for my sunflower,
thankful,
I can rise each morning with her in my mind's cocoon,
a place of refuge for twain lovers,
I am thankful I can write ,
misery's a cruel master,
time is a wise student,
I am thankful, for a new swan song will birth,
from much heart bed,
and I am thankful to my muse,
for the profound imbuement to pen
this epistle of wan thank ful Ness,
for its better being thankful ,
than being a Jonah ,
sold by lesser devils to ocean depths,
I am thankful ,
for being thankful,
let the stars bear testimony,
I live to die ,
and die to mirth,
yet I am thankful
in all things Thankful, regardless.

(c)Ugonna Teddy Richard

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GRATEFUL HEART

In the prison of this world

Yet freedom to leap

Rat holes, Lizard holes, Ant holes

Creations! all have abode

The world becomes a magical and amazing place through words of gratitude

Someone somewhere is fighting to survive

Still my heart beats

Even if my hands are shaking and

I don’t know what to write
Still my pen ink is ready

Thankful for the availability

Thankful for all, I can always have more and I could also have less.

Grateful for every breath

Even if the sun is hot

The skin still survives

Thankful for the hard times, they had make me stronger

Silent moments have become a joyful noise.

When you see all the proofs that you are better than someone.

It gives you goose bumps

It melts your heart that you’ve not been grateful

Rewire your brain to be happy

Tickle it, when it’s not working well.

Egbon! You can’t tell me there is nothing to be thankful for

There are always one thousand and one things you should be grateful for

Life, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, centuries

Expect nothing appreciate everything

Less attitude more gratitude

Empty your cup of pity and fill it with gratitude

As you waste your breath complaining about life

Someone out there is struggling to breath or has just taken his last breath

Even words cannot express being thankful

Stumbling across your strength, be thankful                      Thankful brings happiness

Sing this song with me.

Egbon! Be full of thanks.

FLORENCE

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THE NEW DECALOGUE

It is true that fresh air is good for the body,

And so in this season of air scarcity

we are especially grateful Mr. Minister

for the monthly AIDS allocated to us

in order to breathe freely.

Some do not take this for a luxury

So I beg these of you sir;

Terminate the oxygen you use

In nursing our ancestral potholes

They’ve birthed living death traps

who are old enough to swallow even degrees,

gotten from the school of life.

In the new constitution,

call your religion its true name Sir,

the one whose fragrance fanatically reeked on you

even as you swore by the holy book

on your revolutionary honor

push inky thoughts out of our penciled mouths

brew a pot of mutiny in our hungry minds

so when it’s another thanksgiving without a turkey

we remember not the sixth commandment

only the need for some fresher air.

Lolade Oye

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BE THANKFUL

Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don’t know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.
Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will build your strength and character.
Be thankful for your mistakes.
They will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you’re tired and weary,
because it means you’ve made a difference.
It’s easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who
are also thankful for the setbacks.
Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings.

Benjamin Donatus

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SURVIVORS AT SEA

When one is at sea
You never know what you'll see
You never can tell when
Or where your journey would end
But it's ok when you are sailing with a friend.

During turbulent storms
When life seems to shut all escape doors
Your friend is that companion
Who gives you a shoulder to cry on
Who wipes away your tears
Makes a mockery of your fears
Or may even succed in making you smile
The storm passes by after a while

You'll survive

On rainy days
When you can't seem to make hay
Or keep troubles at bay
And hope is but a shattered plate
Your friend is that mate
Who seems to change fate
Who throws you a lifeline
In past or future time
Till your worst worries are gone
Sometimes making you feel you had none
Staying till you see the sun

You'll survive

When the weather seems too hot
When Society seems like its gone nuts
When you feel stifled and tied up in knots
Guess what..
Just when life seems so unfair
Your friend will be there
To yab you till your brain is reset
Till you appreciate your present
Till you see the half full
For half empty is for fools
Yes! Your friend will yab you
Till you begin to give thanks too
Thanks for all life offers you
Then even the heat will feel cool

You'll survive

But the truth is this
There's something amiss
Something you didn't see
While journeying at sea
Every time you felt sore
And hid behind miserys door
Your friend needed you more
If you're happy your friend is happy too
But it can't always be about you
So open your eyes
Be a rainbow in the sky
No matter the weather
Know it'll get better
Be a thankful friend
A support till the end
Enjoy the sea
You've got terrific company

You'll survive
Erhio

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SEMPER GRATUS (ALWAYS THANKFUL)

They thought i was finished

But i came back playing the phoenix

Dust to dust they chanted

Ashes to life I replied 

I have been around 

And I know life is a game

I have seen quite a score and more

A decade of enlightenment 

Those who can interpret my words

My not believe the meaning

And for that I am grateful

No thankful Deo optimo maximo

I am thankful to Gaia

As she affects my world

For enduring till the end

To see I came out first

I the first of the seventh anno Domini  

A gate keeper of the second half

I have been around 

I have had my shares of life’s sweet bitterness

I have survived beautiful conflicts

I am not unscathed

But my scars are testimonies 

And for that I am thankful 

All thanks to God.

But the best thanks are yet to come

Deo volente the world will sing my fame

And remember me when they look to the stars

Olamide Santos

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O GIVE THANKS

O Give thanks to sand speeds 

For fulfilling the soil to the brim

In the journey to survive the storm

Make way for the insect to win

Wake up from your lazy cushion

It is the best time to work it out

O give thanks  to Acquilus

The father of unborn mermaids

Who was never an immortal being

Always swimming in the dead sea

Where sharks and whales have guts

To kill and devour any creature

O Give thanks to Agbalumo

For giving the bitter coin of life

And reviving us of the sweet sour

Always make our mouth to shock

Leaving a trace of varnishing line

Which was the birth storm of cane

O Give thanks to abductors

For making us feel unwanted

Restoring and reserving our integrity

In a clumsy lonely place

Which has no external exit

But extra demand for money

O Give thanks to mother nature

For the gift of everlasting promise

Providing and promoting our intelligence

In dispersed and scattered premises

Where there are true inhabitants

At reserved restricted area

O give thanks to the Woods

For providing and changing signals

Without saying a good bye.......

In a serene environment of lost

Having no guilt for ignorance

Left in the doom of backwardness

UBONABASI

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EARTH SOJOURNER!

I am an earth sojourner
Welded in its magical web
Washed, rinsed and dried
out by its scorching heat.

Moulded in its knowledge
Built by its wisdom
Equipped with its truth
Positioned in its sphere
Wired to showcase His majesty
For these I am thankful.

Chris 'n' John

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THANKFUL

Eyes wide open, clueless... 

The rhythm of an heart beat

Lost in the concept of time

Tick-tock...

Dum-dum...

Hands frozen on the wheel

Legs found grace to move 

The coffin of motion yelled...

NOoooo...! 

A managed left glide,

Kick-kick, just go down (please)

This is a winter of fear 

Dum-.... 

Half was the beat

The noise was silent...

...Slowwww

A muffled applause of glass

Crack-crack, shatter...

Down

The curtains dropped...

The cast alive, thankful. 

RozonRotimi 

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THANKFUL

Thankful for I gulp in nature’s fresh day

Hope is alive in every fiber yearning for survival

All to live die and…

Nothing is wrong in being right

Kindle hope for the unborn us

For every earth needs a moon

Unabashedly we are thankful

Loving every chance to wake up the good in us

Grateful for the wind that fans the embers of life

Ranting and depression kills me softly

All said in silence maybe worse than the loudest rant 

To you my dear me, I will love till the end of time

Every thousand years within this second

Filled with the elixir of infinity

Urn life in time

Looking through the eyes of the sun              

Thankful for the things I have but don’t value

Hear me my greedy self for I cannot have the world

All I need more than what I want is happiness

Not ill wealth, ill gotten by twisting and milking

Kindness is a healthy food for the soul

Forever ends in ever

Until then let us thankfully feast  

Love will be our guide

Ifeanyi Okwosha               

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THANKFUL

Our tanks are full to overflowing

With propane, butane and other named gases that make for movement, propulsion and transportation

And for that we are thankful

Or to coin a word in a broken language given validity by our Supreme Court, we are "tankful" 

For our bellies distended by foods, not kwashiorkor- inducing, we must of necessity be thankful

As what manner of hypocrisy is it that says Grace without meaning

Blessing food that tastes like chaff in our mouth's 

Saying Grace over meals and dealing without Grace with our fellows

Raised by my uncle

My psyche razed

Burnt out hollow till I had no face and was nearly phased out in " Perelandra"

A spaced out, space bunny without ballast or anchor for my soul

Layered and textured with crater like wounds

Laser like, radial pains

For all these we are "thankful".

At least there is family

Dysfunctional, non functional but family

We are thankful because we are

Because we must

Because thankfulness like mindfulness changes things

Things change thankfulness

and we are none the wiser

But we must

Always!

Submitting ourselves to the Blavatskian 'secret' or Gnostic knowing

But to something anyway

In the end zone, playing the endgame

Chanting out our thankfulness

And that is all there is!

ANDREW WHYTE

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ADULATIONS

Tell those who have wings

That those who crawl sing too

Tell the penning pessimist

That the hoping optimist

Say there is still hope

Tell the haves that the have-nots

Are still thankful.

Tell them at the top

That them at the bottom

Still leave our hand in the air longer

In praise

Tell the oppressor that the oppressed

Still have air and they are not paying for it

And so they are still thankful.

Chisom