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| WINNER POEM OF THE MONTH - CHRIS N. JOHN |
DOUGH – (Poem of
the month)
Gbanaa gbanaa gbanaa okuko, gbanaa.
Gbanaa na egbe ga-eburu gi o
O buru na I puta n'okporo uzo.
O ga-eburu gi wee la na akwa ya.
Mmmmmm mmmmm hmmmm
Egbe e burugo
Egbe buru okukom o...
O buru na I puta n'okporo uzo, o ga-eburu gi wee la n'akwa ya.
Gbanaa na egbe ga-eburu gi o
O buru na I puta n'okporo uzo.
O ga-eburu gi wee la na akwa ya.
Mmmmmm mmmmm hmmmm
Egbe e burugo
Egbe buru okukom o...
O buru na I puta n'okporo uzo, o ga-eburu gi wee la n'akwa ya.
You have sold your worth
allowed your essence to rot
You flood the land in blood
Your heart like stone only melts on liquid dough.
Like the vulture you scavenge
the carcass of blood dough
drugs dough
frauds dough
any dough
as far as it's dough.
allowed your essence to rot
You flood the land in blood
Your heart like stone only melts on liquid dough.
Like the vulture you scavenge
the carcass of blood dough
drugs dough
frauds dough
any dough
as far as it's dough.
You haul in the catch and cause the flow to cease!
They say wealth has no master
Like a bird it spreads it's wings and flies
Do you truly believe that?
They say wealth has no master
Like a bird it spreads it's wings and flies
Do you truly believe that?
You live in moments
allow this liquid bleed in your breathe
turn your home to its alter
pollute our streets with its blood.
allow this liquid bleed in your breathe
turn your home to its alter
pollute our streets with its blood.
It is an animal farm!
No loin is the king.
Thus, you are deaf to the call...
No loin is the king.
Thus, you are deaf to the call...
Gbanaa gbanaa gbanaa okuko,
gbanaa
Gbanaa na egbe ga-eburu gi o
ma o buru na I puta n'okporo uzo.
O ga-eburu gi wee la na akwa ya.
Mmmmmm mmmmm hmmmm
Egbe e burugo
Egbe buru okukom o...
O buru na I puta n'okporo uzo, o ga-eburu gi wee la n'akwa ya.
Chris n John
gbanaa
Gbanaa na egbe ga-eburu gi o
ma o buru na I puta n'okporo uzo.
O ga-eburu gi wee la na akwa ya.
Mmmmmm mmmmm hmmmm
Egbe e burugo
Egbe buru okukom o...
O buru na I puta n'okporo uzo, o ga-eburu gi wee la n'akwa ya.
Chris n John
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MAHOGAMY
– worthy of mention poem
‘Sap’-iosexual his was for girth not wit
That bit of ‘Junk in the trunk’,
Luscious chunk of
deciduous wood,
Pulling a leaf out of a fools scalp,
He said, “Lettuce
marry.’’
“Wood you Maple take me as ‘your- lawnfully’ weeded...”
See, he seeded right...and soon
They were joined in ‘holly’ ma‘tree’mony
Tree and man before Satyr, men, and trees;
3 ‘carrot’ ‘almond’
ring
Knots tied around girdles,
“Ouroboros”
Knitting vows on dotted lines;
‘Fern’- in embers in old logbook”
“Together forever”,
They say, “It’s the things we do for love”
Padre says, “It’s the thing we do for log.”
But those poets think they can die for love
“Can you die for log, Padre?”
“Probably in a poem”
Bouquet, Bouquet
Disconcerting!
Bride’s sister flung in air
Like a piece of clothing
“All you single ladies!”
Touché.
Row-mance
Life is hard in a ‘corn-dorm’
Square ‘roots’ in round pegs
Tree, lumberjack at loggerheads
“She stepped tom-a‘toes’ ”
“Where did you po-ta‘toes’?”
“Onion” head...
‘mush’-room there.
“If I ‘cashew.’!”
‘Fowl’ play
Every inch of pain nailed to this coffin
Layers of bruises concealed by lacquer finishing
Like lies foundation tries to makeup
‘Stigma’ borne in ‘style’
Padre was a ‘nut’ case
a ‘thorn’ in the ‘stem’.
Nature’s call
Here, friends gather like dark clouds
Neither for Padre nor the tree he loved
They pay their last respect to this woman
whose body now lay motionless like a log
Why didn’t she say something?
Why didn’t she run?
Adeoya
Ajibola
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THE
JUDGEMENT
How did we get here?
To this dark, ugly place; where light hides its face
How did we walk, with eyes wide shut?
Into this trap, this den of sin, our free will’s prison
And how can we still bask?
In the deadly embrace of a laden slumber,
That kills us with stealth, becomes our sleep of death
Can we not see the signs everywhere?
Collapse in family and state, Crisis that won’t abate
Aberrations in our choice of mate, global waves of unchained
hate
Bloodshed and unholy wars, Incurable diseases and gaping
sores
Nations amass mass-destruction weapons and armies
Nature supports with earthquakes, hurricanes and tsunamis
Our basest passions we unbridle, as materialism becomes our
idol
Through fashion and folly, we desecrate even that which
should be Holy
In wave upon wave, the intolerable becomes acceptable
The unimaginable becomes desirable, the blessed become abominable!
Oh! May we rise from this bad dream of a self-made reality
Consumed by horror, and if needs be, liberating sorrow
In new consciousness, desperately malcontent, genuinely
penitent
Seizing courage at last to do His Will, in true humility may
we kneel
That we may yet breathe the air of a new dawn
And be numbered amongst His flock on resurrection morn…
Oh Lord! Though undeserved, yet still, we pray Thee;
As Thy Holy Power overflows, please have mercy on our souls!
Amen.
Marylin
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STUPID
History has told us
Stories in time
Do we listen
Do we learn
Stupid tried to take over the world
He had forgotten that
Hitler killed himself
His smile was Paris’
Who had seen Helen
And decided the fate
Of his people
He learned to have
The acquired taste
Of eaves droppers
Who hear nothing good
About themselves
So he ordered that
we congratulate him
Because he was able
To keep his undergarments
On
He ordered that his eyes lids
Be taped to his brows
Because he didn’t want to blink
For fear of drought
He preferred to blink
When no one noticed
Yes, he was plain stupid
His stupid was not Ibe
and his canon
His stupid was Wole
And the bee hives
He was too stupid to be a man
He ordered that we hate
Soul food and art
And kick today’s happenings
To the future not the past
He lacked wisdom
He was stupid as stupid does
He spoke
With an eye for gain
He was not a fool
Unlike Courage, the cowardly
who would do better
He was stupid
His trust was
not his currency
It was money
Hence, he refused to
edit his soul
Instead of educating
His mind
Stupid has refused
To admit his loss
Though he has realised
That all he does is
For himself
I guess we must remember
From Stupid’s story
that life is spiritual
So if we blink, love,
eat and pray
We do it now.
Abiola
Bonuola
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BELOVED
You call me beloved
In your deep, deep voice filled with much love
It slides over my skin like warm chocolate
Like satin negligee after a hot bath
Or callused hands on a lover's cheeks.
You call me beloved
In a way that says
'I've missed you and I hope you can tell
from the way I say your name,
like rich promises influenced by the heady wine of your
intoxicating presence in my heart'.
I smile
Widely
Because I hear all that and more.
You call me beloved.
I hear everything that you do not say, like,
'Do you believe me when I say I love you'? ... 'Do you miss
me when I'm not with you'? ... 'Do you love me'?
You call me beloved in your deep deep voice filled with much
love
It is enough.
Joy
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CONSCIOUS
I am as a walking corpse
A living dead moving yet static
Music blare at high decibels in my ears
My heartbeat vanished retarding beyond here
For a minute i forget all my troubles
I'm creating music even
Better than Beethoven in heaven
I'm living as one not aware of himself
Am in a world of my own detached from all But me and myself away from my troubles
How can i write music notation on a staff with eighty lines
When all Handel used was five for the Hallelujah Chorus
How can i scrible on the staff with 26 letters A-Z When Laz Ekwueme only uses only 7 letters A-G
I am in a world of mine
Aware of all things yet knowing nothing
I am even not sure if I am a man
Am not sure if DENRELE is a woman Yet my Adam's apple is EViE's delight
- Olaolu Lawrence Ayeni
EVie- play with earliest woman Eve representing womanhood
and Ivie female Nigerian name
Denrele- Nigeria entertainer dresses and acts like a
woman
Beethoven one of the leading global world composer and
Laz Ekwueme ( Nigeria music professor , composer and music icon)
Staff a form of
music notation using 5lines and four spaces with alphabets A-G representing
musical sounds
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CONSCIOUSNESS
Once upon a Time!
Time!! Time!!!
Hmmh....
A Nation heralded as the crown among others,
A pace setter in which unity, trust and wealth abound,
Unity in diversity was the order of the day,
Providence & nature merged us together,
The joy & happiness knew no bounds when freedom was declared,
Fleeting however was such a joy....
Blades soon swings and hugs all and sundry,
Cries soon was our alarm clocks,
Feets scattered,
Lives hang like a thread,
Bullets turn to toys in the hands of children,
Slaughtering, Death owls! ... For what?
Yet lessons unlearned,
Brothers soon turn against each other,
Religious faith thrown to the dust,
Tears still fill my eyes...When
I remember the Alu 4!,
The desiccation of Ogoni land,
The Widows of Odi,
The cantoment's blast that sent many to their early graves,
The bombings in the North that soon evolved from breaking news to local news,
The comic of Daris God O! Could it appease the mothers of Chibok?
The butchering of bodies in canals,
The disapperance of brothers through Evans,
The slain ones at the hands of Badoo,
Who knows what's next?
Should the bereaved bones still cry?
Which among our dry bones tell us who was rich, powerful or poor?
The beauty of the vulture is seen as corruption ebbs our soul away,
The gallant peacock of hardwork has been subjected to penury,
As mice scrapping off letovers.
Why are we still sleeping?
Shouldn't we be awake by now?
Who taught us how to slumber?
...Our ancestors, our leaders, you, me?
The hour of judgment is upon us!
The time to be awake is "Now"!!
Where is our consciousness?
Once upon a Time!
Time!! Time!!!
Hmmh....
A Nation heralded as the crown among others,
A pace setter in which unity, trust and wealth abound,
Unity in diversity was the order of the day,
Providence & nature merged us together,
The joy & happiness knew no bounds when freedom was declared,
Fleeting however was such a joy....
Blades soon swings and hugs all and sundry,
Cries soon was our alarm clocks,
Feets scattered,
Lives hang like a thread,
Bullets turn to toys in the hands of children,
Slaughtering, Death owls! ... For what?
Yet lessons unlearned,
Brothers soon turn against each other,
Religious faith thrown to the dust,
Tears still fill my eyes...When
I remember the Alu 4!,
The desiccation of Ogoni land,
The Widows of Odi,
The cantoment's blast that sent many to their early graves,
The bombings in the North that soon evolved from breaking news to local news,
The comic of Daris God O! Could it appease the mothers of Chibok?
The butchering of bodies in canals,
The disapperance of brothers through Evans,
The slain ones at the hands of Badoo,
Who knows what's next?
Should the bereaved bones still cry?
Which among our dry bones tell us who was rich, powerful or poor?
The beauty of the vulture is seen as corruption ebbs our soul away,
The gallant peacock of hardwork has been subjected to penury,
As mice scrapping off letovers.
Why are we still sleeping?
Shouldn't we be awake by now?
Who taught us how to slumber?
...Our ancestors, our leaders, you, me?
The hour of judgment is upon us!
The time to be awake is "Now"!!
Where is our consciousness?
Akinyemi
Akinmusire
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CONSCIOUS
It has been dark on this sunlit earth
Groping blindly with eyes open
In search for the very life ever denied
Not wanting it the way it is
But the way we want it
Being awake and eyes open is different
From being conscious of being
The pulse beat of consciousness is eternal
Like time it stands still and we rush into it
Like time we are limited within our present consciousness
Only conscious within this consciousness
We lose it beyond our limit
We may think we are conscious of this fact
We all live on borrowed consciousness
Evolving to real consciousness
It’s a journey we are in
As the wind of time blows
Nothing can be conscious in the presence of consciousness
Ifeanyi
Okwosha
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#THENORTHREMEMBERS...
Winter has come for us ALL!
Shout!
The north remembers
And the atrocities of the Good Master
Shall not be lost on The Sons of Harpy
Send a raven
To the Grandmaesters
And the *Hand of the King
Tell them, the Small Council has been infiltrated
Not just by Kingslayers
But by cowards, turncoats, traitors and sycophants
Send a raven
To the high Sparrow
And the high Septon
ASK them what is Seven blessings compare to many curses
Tell them the faith has entered into an unholy alliance with
the crown
And there shall be no walk of atonement
At least, not today! Not forever!
The long night looms
Tell them, for all their acclaimed wisdom and their lofty
Many face god, the old and the new
the sacred temple sits atop a wildfire
Send a raven
To the Lord Commander
And the other Commanders
Tell them, the Nightwatch has been infiltrated
Not just by Wildlings
But by cowards, turncoats, traitors and sycophants
Send a raven
To the Archmaesters
And the other Maesters
Tell them, the Hightower has been infiltrated
Not just by Stonemen
But by cowards, turncoats, traitors and sycophants
Tell them the Wall
And the Citadel
Has crumbled and what they have is just the peripherals
And the looming darkness will be longer than they imagined
Send a raven
To all the Lords
Of the big houses
And the smaller houses
Tell them this is no war they could win
Tell them you have seen the uprising in Maiduguri, Bauchi,
Potiskum and Wudil where dragons rains fire on thousands
Tell them, you have seen the Dothraki's
Cross the sea, raid, and massacres
Families in Asaba, Ogaminana, Zaria, Gamboru, Ikorodu, Aluu,
Aba, Chibok, Onitsha, Jos, and Modakeke
Let them know you have seen
The havoc *wreaked by the Faith Militants
In Okene, Mubi, Yola, Gombi, Wusasa, and Sabon Gari, and
Ozubulu
Tell them you were there
When the big eyes monster tell a kneeling mother 'go and die'
And the bigger monster 'don't give a damn'
Tell them, you have seen the Freys murder a mother and her
five children at the black Sunday in Ikeja
Let them know you saw
The Madalla blast
Baga massacres and Herdsmen sack towns and villages in Benue
and Taraba
Ask them who account
For the many unaccounted lives lost
In Slaver's bay of Buni Yadi and Gwoza
And in the fighting pits on the wake of Odi massacre
Let them know you were in the crowd
When 'constituted authority'
Constitutes a nuisance
But let them know
Their mistake, arm the youth with a 'modern raven'
And the polity is never secure
No! Never like before!
Tell them it is time for true representation and negotiation
Tell them, even the Iron bank negotiate
Let them know
What you saw beyond the Wall
Tell them what you saw at the battle of Blackwater
And the pogrom
And the blockage
Against the harmless
And defenseless Child of the East
Let them know
The real winners of the battle of the bastards
Tell them the Wildlings are humans too
Let them know
The Unsullied have longings too
Tell them, the foreign invaders
And the Iron born for all their wrongs
Have a fair succession plan
Tell them, Winter came for the hyenas, the jackals, the
baboon, the Ponzi schemes, the ritualists, the kidnappers, and it won't spare
the sycophants either!
Tell them
The three-eyed raven is back in town
And the lies and deceits of the mothers are all in the open
and their daughters shall drink from their poisoned wine
The man is no one
The suffering masses are the heirs to the throne all these
while. We are no slave at all!
While they scuttle for 2019
Yes, tell the mad king
And the sick king
And the gold king
And the old king
And the former king
And the two chambers kings
And the various corner kings
The smallfolk are more than the nobility
Let them know
What happens in Meereen as in Sidi Bouzid
When the many stops fearing the few!
The undead armies of the masses are coming for them all and
it would matter little whose brother, tribe or religion sits on the villa
throne.
Simply tell them, it's time for 'no one' to be 'some one'.
Amami H.
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The
Hypothetical Man and King Conscious.
Had Pharaoh known my King
He would not have followed Moses
Even the Capulets and the Montague
Had they known my King,
Romeo and Juliet would not have died
Said the Hypothetical Man
I walk the streets giving alms
I lend the maids helping hands
The blind see,feeling only
The shadows of my presence
Oh! King Conscious
This is my greatest dream
Mr hypothetical,was that your meditations
And I stood here like a realist
Listening to the fables of your imagination
You know Pharaoh and you know Moses
But it's clear you know not yourself
Your ancestors served me
And hailed me immortal
You should be glad
That I'm your moonlight folktale aphysical
And here you're speaking in tongues
As though you know your King
I am King Conscious
The god of peace and equity
If I may ask Mr hypothetical
Were is your conscience?
Jovita
Ekene....
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LIFE IS
A FAIR
life is simply,beautiful,
it gives you a hug,
makes your tears orphans,
and your sorrows widows tales,
yet,we are conscious,
of life,
its rivers strewn with yawns of
dilemmas,
life makes babies out of men,
pawns their derelict bravery,
to the gods of strife,
yet life makes you
conscious,
conscious of hidden bedlams of delight,
conscious of the purgatories of a whore,
life is a fair,
a merry go round
of jacques,
cynical maesters deriding joys,
life is a fair,
all the world is a stage,
a plethora of setting suns,
life makes you conscious
of mortalities,
of our decadent sighs,
life is a fair,
when the fairy tale ends,
our collective groans,
shall water hopes of
an eternal choral medley,
life is a fair,
be.conscious of this,
lest this farce
wakes you up.
Teddy Ugonna Richard
life is simply,beautiful,
it gives you a hug,
makes your tears orphans,
and your sorrows widows tales,
yet,we are conscious,
of life,
its rivers strewn with yawns of
dilemmas,
life makes babies out of men,
pawns their derelict bravery,
to the gods of strife,
yet life makes you
conscious,
conscious of hidden bedlams of delight,
conscious of the purgatories of a whore,
life is a fair,
a merry go round
of jacques,
cynical maesters deriding joys,
life is a fair,
all the world is a stage,
a plethora of setting suns,
life makes you conscious
of mortalities,
of our decadent sighs,
life is a fair,
when the fairy tale ends,
our collective groans,
shall water hopes of
an eternal choral medley,
life is a fair,
be.conscious of this,
lest this farce
wakes you up.
Teddy Ugonna Richard
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CONSCIOUSNESS
Tell the night soil-man
He stinks of your money
Convince the honey bee
That the golden-black drop
Isn't just sweet shit
Its all a matter of the consciousness
Self-deceit is a shallow dream
Deep dreams are reserved for gods
Idle men are those without dreams
Getting by faking their consciousness
This is an ode to the heroes of faith
Never losing consciousness
Even in unconsciousness
Those who rise above mortal dreams
Sailing above obstacles into godly reality
Only when faced by challenging concussion
Do we really become conscious
Awakened to life's reality
Yet reality is just a dream
And its interpretation is a matter of our consciousness
Tell the night soil-man
He stinks of your money
Convince the honey bee
That the golden-black drop
Isn't just sweet shit
Its all a matter of the consciousness
Self-deceit is a shallow dream
Deep dreams are reserved for gods
Idle men are those without dreams
Getting by faking their consciousness
This is an ode to the heroes of faith
Never losing consciousness
Even in unconsciousness
Those who rise above mortal dreams
Sailing above obstacles into godly reality
Only when faced by challenging concussion
Do we really become conscious
Awakened to life's reality
Yet reality is just a dream
And its interpretation is a matter of our consciousness
Olamide
Santos
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FEAR OF
UNKNOWN
What all men fear is indeed to be feared.
Wide is the range of questions.
Multitude feels listless among multitude of men
Like an infant which has not yet smiled
Desires like blink of light
Chaos!
The emptiness of vessels is unfilled
Cavour and Disgrace
We look and we do not see
Who can make the muddy water clear?
The State of Emergency
The Rulers are not helping
When harmony no longer prevailed
It discards our Wisdom
It result back to nothing
Patience and Hope is the mastery of fear
In the heart of your patience
Peace like a river is discovered
Satisfaction blossom
The end of it all is vanity.
FLORENCE
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DARK
SHADES OF WHITE: “HOW TO DIE”
Lie straight on your bed.
Don't move, you don't want disturbances.
Not even the gentlest of its kind.
Ensure the bed was made properly and dusted gratuitously.
You don't want any sand genre of any sort piercing your skin.
Discomfort is what you detest the most at this point.
You need concentration of the highest order,
the type people develop when they are about to die.
Close your eyes.
Shut them tight not to allow the passage of light.
Not even the bleakest of its kind. The rays, its particles of brightness even.
Light would distract the process, and you don't want that.
You want it dark and blind.
You want absence.
Nothingness.
You want life to be out of sight.
Shut them tight not to allow the passage of light.
Not even the bleakest of its kind. The rays, its particles of brightness even.
Light would distract the process, and you don't want that.
You want it dark and blind.
You want absence.
Nothingness.
You want life to be out of sight.
Take a deep breath,
gently, you are
not in a haste
like those you are advised to take when fighting heart attack.
I must remind you, you want your mind to be at rest.
In you go, enjoy the taste of the crisp cold air,
and out it comes, bringing out all the cowardice in you.
At this point you should be feeling better,
adequately prepared.
Situated and unsaturated.
Pause...
like those you are advised to take when fighting heart attack.
I must remind you, you want your mind to be at rest.
In you go, enjoy the taste of the crisp cold air,
and out it comes, bringing out all the cowardice in you.
At this point you should be feeling better,
adequately prepared.
Situated and unsaturated.
Pause...
Take a while, take your time
think a little, you don't want your memory to feel betrayed.
You lived a life worth mentioning.
Don't let shame deceive you, it's jealous.
Please don't forget the aim,
don't be carried away,
avoid the rumbles in your head.
Tales of the first time you met Amina,
how you admired Ada
or how you beat up Obi all because of Aisha.
Or that you stole meat once, twice or even uncountable number of times...
Let it all go, offer them all up.
think a little, you don't want your memory to feel betrayed.
You lived a life worth mentioning.
Don't let shame deceive you, it's jealous.
Please don't forget the aim,
don't be carried away,
avoid the rumbles in your head.
Tales of the first time you met Amina,
how you admired Ada
or how you beat up Obi all because of Aisha.
Or that you stole meat once, twice or even uncountable number of times...
Let it all go, offer them all up.
Now you are ready.
With everything in place, you are good to go.
Allow yourself to drift quietly and slowly into it.
Silently drift into slumber until you are sure you can't return.
Remain there, don’t move,
With everything in place, you are good to go.
Allow yourself to drift quietly and slowly into it.
Silently drift into slumber until you are sure you can't return.
Remain there, don’t move,
don't force yourself out, it would hurt if you try.
Don't forget you gave all already.
He smiled as he consciously exhaled his last breath.
And then, he died conscious.
Don't forget you gave all already.
He smiled as he consciously exhaled his last breath.
And then, he died conscious.
Panel
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TOMORROW
Tick tick went the clock
At the end of a tunnel is joy
The silver spoon isn't Roy
Man becomes a boy
Mum could see between the lines
Even dad when he dined
Universal it seemed to be
Cause cute Chris came
When I say
It was just yesterday
It becomes a game
I had to play
Tua! I spat
Such a disgusting trip
I almost tripped
couldn't take a grip
But I dropped them
Those cards when
I wished, so I claim
When cute Chris came
Always will I be lame
Forever a boy!
_Tobi Best
Tick tick went the clock
At the end of a tunnel is joy
The silver spoon isn't Roy
Man becomes a boy
Mum could see between the lines
Even dad when he dined
Universal it seemed to be
Cause cute Chris came
When I say
It was just yesterday
It becomes a game
I had to play
Tua! I spat
Such a disgusting trip
I almost tripped
couldn't take a grip
But I dropped them
Those cards when
I wished, so I claim
When cute Chris came
Always will I be lame
Forever a boy!
_Tobi Best
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PROMENADE
IN THE TIMELINES OF LIFE
I battle, time and time again my thoughts to conquer.
In the dim of light, in the presence of night
I promenade with plenty accompany but stillness and time
Through the length and realms of a stage that fled watchful
eyes
Like a reciter for a recital, I rehearse each line, my lines
to master
Expressions and impressions I mutate to aptly deliver
And characters shy and bold to set in passionate drama.
Over and over again I have gathered
Costumes of variant designs, beauty and Chroma
Of Colonies, towns, countries and regions, near and afar
I have seen fabrics and prints, tough and frail, rough and
ballast
From cultures and whiles, of yester-years, now and that
called after
Each leaving me knowledge for now or the later to garner
Craftily pieced or angrily scattered, all must be prudently
pampered.
I am handed a script,
Be it a forgotten plea or a benevolent gift,
I gladly receive, every character carefully etched on leaf to
rightly interpret
This day, I stand astage, before myriads of gaze
Before men and women with cheerful praise
Before stares that wait that it go pear –shaped
I stand alone, on this podium, the focus of a million light
rays
I stand alone, my mastery to display!
Fabian Mcrob Ugbechie
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