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| Maximus Chidera Winner Poem of the Month |
A
couple of days ago, Mr. Khapitol East Mhaximillian wrote a poem which got me
thinking. The poem which he entitled "My old old friend" I found so
deep in the theology of mercy. So I have decided to give a reply to that poem
with mine which I entitled "My last born"
Below
are both "My old old friend" and "My last born"
MY OLD OLD FRIEND
I've
fallen
I've
been falling
I've
known the depths
I've
found pleasure in pain
I've
wandered in vain
I've
embraced dust
He
gives me a hand
He
gives me a ladder to climb
I
choose the depths
I lust
for loss
I
still lust for loss
But he
still gives a hand
He
still loves me
Cos'
He's my Old Old Friend.
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MY LAST BORN (Poem of the month)
An old
old friend he calls me
Because
he thinks I am old
Older
than his grand father
Hey
son!!
You
are not wrong
For
your mind till the last days
Would
remain young enough
For
you are like a dot
In the
endless sheet of eternity
Like
a sailor
Trapped
in the the ocean's middle
You
behold nothing but water
The me
behind you call past
The me
around, present
And
the me in front, future
But I
still remain
That
one, endless ocean
That
stretches beyond
The
grasp of your 'young' mind
And
you, a dot
In the
endless sheet of eternity
Oh son
When
you fall
You
fall into me
Or
does a ship capsize into the air?
Do you still
wonder why I forever give you a hand?
Oh
son, cry more
Not
that you know depths
But
that you build a home in depths
Not
when you sink
But
when you refuse to struggle
When
you betray my up thrust, my finger
Whichever
yearns for you
For
salvation lies at that point
When
your finger and mine knot
At the
confluence where my search for you
And
your search for me meet.
Maximus Chidera
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ROYAL ADORN
My
Heart skips a beat, melodious to hear,
And
shivers I feel, running down my spine
Passion,
never have I felt something near
This;
tingling like my tongue blessed with fine wine.
On
that day, my eyes first fell on your grace,
Splendour
that never fails to astonish,
Elegant
damsel, with the perfect face,
Craft
in God's image, with flawless finish.
You
are queen, royalty personified,
Your
life is a royal adorn to earth,
I'm
but a subject most times petrified,
In
your presence my bravery runs to dearth
Just
the word: "hey", my fearful
lips declare
I pray
it is enough to say I care.
Bayo Aluko
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HEYS AND HELLOS
1.
Hello,
You told me the future looked good,
That I should ignore all the past stories
As they are old tales and fables.
That I should forget how wild the dark
Had dimmed my radiance,
And give life a second chance.
That I should not let the fall of the winds greet me with fear this year, as some wild winds are redemption in disguise.
Yet these past days are selling your words as inauthentic,
I beg to understand them.
2.
Hey!
Listen, I know life can be well-masked by beautiful colours and hues.
That the bright embers can be dimmed by even a tiny darkness.
That straight paths can be hollowed and bedded plants can be parched from dearth.
That sometimes the pretty blue skies can turn violent with anger.
Still I know,
That there is a brighter light in you that can engulf the solid darkness.
That your morning smile can spread its fresh smell to the wind.
That there's a streak of fire in you that can keep the wolves at bay.
That this fire you have, must never be lost.
1.
Hello,
You told me the future looked good,
That I should ignore all the past stories
As they are old tales and fables.
That I should forget how wild the dark
Had dimmed my radiance,
And give life a second chance.
That I should not let the fall of the winds greet me with fear this year, as some wild winds are redemption in disguise.
Yet these past days are selling your words as inauthentic,
I beg to understand them.
2.
Hey!
Listen, I know life can be well-masked by beautiful colours and hues.
That the bright embers can be dimmed by even a tiny darkness.
That straight paths can be hollowed and bedded plants can be parched from dearth.
That sometimes the pretty blue skies can turn violent with anger.
Still I know,
That there is a brighter light in you that can engulf the solid darkness.
That your morning smile can spread its fresh smell to the wind.
That there's a streak of fire in you that can keep the wolves at bay.
That this fire you have, must never be lost.
Pricillia Ahaiwe
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HEY BEAUTIFUL
I hear
Sounds
with thrills of touch
Tinged
by hues of lechery
Flamed
in the sighs of desire.
I see
Sights
with sedate charm
Flowered
by dews of beatitude
Chanted
in chorus of joyful tides.
I feel
Sensations
of heart tremors
Broiling
by cinders of ecstasy
Electrified
in breaths between gasps.
I
smell
Fragrance
of epiphanic songs
Reverbed
by music amongst blossoms
Sprout
in the aureole of tempting lust.
I
speak,
Thunders
of raging words,
Boldened
by flames of longings
Whispered
in the ungodly of passions.
I am
Broken
by a song-starved melody
Intoxicated
by a muse-coaxed awe
Besotted
by the thoughts to say,
Hey
Beautiful,..
Segun Peters
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LAS LAS
Hey,
Death
shall welcome you home
As joy
bids farewell
The
earth shall throb
Of
silent voices drenched in pool of tears
Hey,
Soul
gallivants ether
Destiny
besets damnation
Ghosts
enslaves the mind
As
desperate fate bloodies peace.
Hey,
Trouble
longs to touch
Glory
shrouds for pity
Cold
as resolve bristled
Lethal
as purpose foiled.
Hey,
It darkens,
but for a glimmer…
It’s
sad, but for a smile…
It’s
lost, but for a trial…
We
will be fine.
Las
Las.
Emmanuel Ifeanyi
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HEY
Heart
Emotions
Youth
It
takes two to tango
I have
been tagged "prophet of doom"
Cos I
sought to speak truth at all times
Not
out of spitefulness
I feel
something not right
So
much can be destroyed
So
much can be built
Youthful exuberance
Energy
overflowing
Walking in
circles
Creating
a diversion
Soft
caressing, joined bodies a destination
I’m high
So
high in sensitivity
Ready
to knock down
Codeine,
Tramadol, cocaine and knock in sensedol
Eating deep
into the future
I’m
pushing
Am
pushing
Pushing down
strongholds
Stopping them
from dreaming
Yes I
said dreaming
Free
of charge
Stuck
in mediocrity
Knee
deep in poverty
Youthful blood
wasting daily
Am so
angry
Pent
up energy wasted in violence
Bloodbath
for power
Killing for
recognition
Jagaban,
Egbon
Twale
Baba
In
crime, drugs, rape and murder
Where
did we go wrong
How
did we lose sight of tomorrow
Where
are the future leaders
The
Bill Gate's, the Warren Buffet’s, the Jack Ma’s
HEY
Who
are we?
Where
are we?
Where are
we going?
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Wake Up
Hey!
Wake
up from the lofty heights of beautiful nothing
Found
in fascinating procrastination,
Where
dreams are everything but…
Let it
remind you of the best fruit harvests,
At the
prime of return
That
lies in giving and giving alone.
Let
this day be today.
To
move forward is to live and backward evil
I have
wondered why the word evil is live spelt backward
Let it
remind you
That
to live is to love
Let
this day be the brightest,
Let it
command like the best legion
The
finest part of your memory,
For
the sun does not set in the mind of a free spirit.
Ifeanyi
Okwosha
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HEIGH-HO
my
mantra
xing
interlude
xing
As
though I won't shift from my position
i woke
under a blanket of succession
of
twists, turns,
trists
and returns
of
feasts and fun puns
to
shun beasts and stun.
I woke
up to an illusion
after
my sleep apnea—an allusion
to yet
another visceral feelings of tumble,
but no
fears, this, is Humble.
I woke
up to an eve
albeit
askance, I alieve,
for
this eve heralds an era to achieve
even
more, I b'lieve.
These
days and the one after will pass, I
won't
sass my
guardian
angels for I
will
pass, bye!
Olaitan Humble
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GOOD TIDINGS
The drum beat has began to fade
The drummer has fallen from the horizon
And as he tumbles down, I hear the cracking
Cry of the drum as it weakens and breaks
Its ties over my soul. Yes, the drum beat fades.
My dance in yesterday abruptly ends
With the saltless living it brought
Now rhythms of foreign tune moves me
Sweetness settled on my roof and doggedly
Sprinkled its offspring all over my yard
Hey! You who brings Joy, lighten my pillows at every waking
Hey Love, pop your blooms everywhere my scent travels
Grip me with lush hands of plenitude and lick me from crown to heel with assorted fruitfulness
Hey you who sits amidst goodness in all shades,
May your bossom fill all its tidings.
Now, let me hear the beat of a New drum.
The drum beat has began to fade
The drummer has fallen from the horizon
And as he tumbles down, I hear the cracking
Cry of the drum as it weakens and breaks
Its ties over my soul. Yes, the drum beat fades.
My dance in yesterday abruptly ends
With the saltless living it brought
Now rhythms of foreign tune moves me
Sweetness settled on my roof and doggedly
Sprinkled its offspring all over my yard
Hey! You who brings Joy, lighten my pillows at every waking
Hey Love, pop your blooms everywhere my scent travels
Grip me with lush hands of plenitude and lick me from crown to heel with assorted fruitfulness
Hey you who sits amidst goodness in all shades,
May your bossom fill all its tidings.
Now, let me hear the beat of a New drum.
Amar Basil
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HEY!
Sounds
like something the 'gbe body' and 'gbese' crowd will say in lieu of 'excuse me
please' or even
'I beg
your pardon'.
A rude
ejaculation that expresses disdain and disrespect; a thing which is the
hallmark of this uncouth, churlish and graceless generation.
As
they say, when the music
is too
loud, you are too old.
Hey
'Yu', what you must not
say
when you have a Chinese
Professor
named Yu.
A
probable jackpot on the scrabble counter and a major win for those special
afficionados of arcane words who excel at what must
now be
called an exercise in
mental
gymnastics.
A
thing in itself that has no correlation with the language
and
form and dexterity required
for
writing poems.
It is
clear that I do not belong
much
as it was assumed.
A
space I do not occupy generationally or synthetically.
In my
space, language is urbane and polite.
Soft
and sibilant, even quiet
and
understated
Not
raucous, not insistent,
not
even boisterous.
In my
place we will never say hey!
Andrew White
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HEY
To the
lost and broken
To
those that lost their wings
To those
whose beacon shine no more
To
those who shout noiselessly
Hey
this is a seed.
Sometimes
a flower is just a flower
It
symbolizes nothing
And
the only thing you can do
After
you admire it is to let it die,
Hey!
Just let it go!
True
love sometimes are like unicorns
Always
seen but in fairy tales
Brightens
the very essence of your being
But
casts a long shadow too
Hey!
let that love be.
There
will be always those who hate without purpose
And
your hand of peace cannot sate all their hate
Those
who true words are like rare birds to them
Those
that even Heaven cannot sate
Hey
let them go.
Hey
you need to take life easy
Sated
like a well fed baby
Cooing
to life like a well fed baby
Prim
and proper like a well laid table
Chisom
