WINNER POEM OF THE MONTH
Where I Come From – (Poem of the month)
You needn't ask me
Where I come from
For I come from
Where you come from
Where we all come from.
A land of beauty and
light
No darkness can hide.
Ever so bright
For love and peace abide
A land so far from here
Yet ever so near!
But if you asked me
Where my body comes from
Ah! Now that's an interesting
one
For you see, my body
comes from
The Land of the Rising
Sun
Where the Niger loves to
stroll every morn
The home where strength
and courage are one;
Where industry and
commerce were born!
Yes! My body comes
from
The Land where the
soil
That her children
proudly toil
For their daily bread
Cloaks herself in
brilliant red!
This land
Where our mamas roasted
yams
With their bare hands
Over red hot coals
Ever ready to feed both
Friend and foe.
And from history’s pages
we see
It was the land of the
free
And honourable
The Land of the brave
And unconquerable!
Yes! My body comes
from
The Land where
melanin
Could not always win
The battle against the
sun
So we wear our
skin
That just never grows
old
In hues of burnished
gold!
A land where gender
equality
Takes on a different
meaning
Because the men are
proud to provide for their women
And the women are proud to take care of their men and children
And whoever you are
Whether a son or a
father
You give special respect to every first daughter!
Yes! It is the land not
too far from the seas
Where the evening breeze
Tenderly carries
The elegant notes of the
bamboo flute upon her back
And takes an undulating
path
That leads straight into
the heart
Of young and old
Frail and bold.
Oh Yes! I speak of the
land where
Mother Nature herself vinifies
Her own sweet white
wines
In the veins of her palm
trees
And then she ferments it with her own yeast!
Sugar, please!
I know you heard me
before
But let me say it once
more;
I come from where
You come from
But my body comes
from
The Land where my daddy
was born;
The blessed Land of the
Rising Sun.
Marilyn Maduka
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ELEGANT
The easiest measurement is your neck to your
waist
To know your size of your height
In centimeters represent your feet inches
The shortest part of your body measures your
headscarf or hat
Your body size determines your stomach hinds
In the wrath of nerves comes anger and pains
Your deepest bone in your skin measures the
muscles and veins
To know your span of your blood line
In banks represent your arteries of veil
Your biggest thought is in your mind bank
To know your nectworth of your brain is in your
head
In your memory line is discovery to your soul
Your deepest desire was to love yourself
To know that someone cherish you more than ever
In your heart and soul comes my affection
UBONG
ABASI
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ODOGWU.
Okonkwo's pipe sat regally on the shelf
Resting after years of hard labor
Whilst his walking stick leaned against the wall
Only moving when cleaning tools crossed its path
His red cap with its eagle feathers
Hung elegantly on the wall
Still soaking in the scenes around it
The great symbols left of the man
Whose very presence
Made a room of able bodied men
Look like a mausoleum
For they dared not move
Or talk till he bid them to
The man whom the women
Clamoured to greet
In tuned voices
Curtseying in unusual ways
Ensuring he got both front and back view
Whilst they batted their eyelids
And smiled with vigor
Okonkwo!
Hero of every teenage boy
One with more tales than the tortoise
And the lion combined
The one who feared no one
Whose back never touched the sand
Whose barns never had space
Whose feet were gifted with speed
His limbs with grace
His arms with strength
People swore his eyes could read their thoughts
Okonkwo!
Okonkwo the great!
All that's left now
Are his pipe,
Walking stick,
Red cap
And the stories that never end.
His elegance and grace
engraved on history's tapes.
His legacy outliving generations.
Till time changes with time.
Erhio
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THE SEARCH FOR
BEAUTY AND ELEGANCE
Mentally hold my hand
let us go on a voyage
Make sure your mind is
still
Let your imagination be
simple and true
Remember on this journey
we leave behind
The throne of
superficiality
Mentally hold my hand
let us go on a voyage
Let us peep into the
beauty of paradise
Oh no!
For if I ever peep
I will rather peep
forever than return with you
Mentally hold my hand
let us go on a voyage
Let us search our
souls
Dig deep
For like diamonds we
have buried true beauty and elegance
Mentally hold my hand
let us go on a voyage
Hand in hand we make new
realities
From the ashes of would
be elegance
Where the champions of
tomorrow
May be heroes or
failures of yesterday
Ifeanyi Okwosha
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ELEGANT
E to the many ways I wish to express myself.
Drop down mountains of rules and gladly be me.
L to the many ways I wish to love myself.
Slice open wounds and feast myself upon pains and soreness of
broken dreams I refuse to let go.
E to the different ways I wish to embrace myself.
Cradle my thoughts upon soft cushions of my heart before they run
cold and dry.
G to the many ghosts I wish to be gone.
Carve myself into monuments of peace
and gladly lay me down as one Great.
A to my first name that only comes first after my last name.
To be owned and perceived through labels of masculinity and yet
conceived through one much feminine.
N to the many 'No' s' I wish to have said.
Played my cards even and found no joker in my mockery.
T to the many morrows that never come.
I still wait,
hoping, if tomorrow comes,
I may alas be found, much elegant.
- Aanu. A
(laughter_wsd)
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SLICE
OF LIFE
The burst,
the push,
the
wailing
and the
uncertainty
of a new.
Toddler,
wail, water
and the
strain of time.
Boy,
spear, hunt
and the
bait of exuberance.
Girl,
'pad, well
and the
pull of hormones.
Woman,
heavy, pot
and the
weight of fate.
Man, axe,
log
and the
burden of gravity.
The
wrinkle,
the
eclipse
and the
loom of the inevitable.
The burst,
the push, the wailing
and the
brevity of climax.
-Amami
H.
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JEWEL FLOWER.
Thou dwells in the moist warm path,
That lights my morning,
With beautiful colour;
Sprouting in tenderness and loving blossom.
Oh!
Thou makes my heart sing with joy,
At thy sweet morning nectar,
Ready to suckle the birds,
Of the air!
Oh !
How majestic, sweet and stately,
With thy widespread arms of affection,
Which indeed,
I am blessed to keep.
Akata I Lucy.
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ELEGANT
Abstract with creativity of beauty galore
Designed to entice not just the eyes
But the mindset of a bewildering majestic
harmony
Beauty beautified to full beautification
Modishly prevailing in an exquisite style
An embodiment all-inclusive of enticing
enchantments
Hands mesmerized by artistic brains
Causing allurements, fully spellbound
Where man's memories are spiritually customised
A relic design with futuristic endearment
Simplicity designed in most utmost levels
That holds forth the glimpse of captivation
explained
Richard
Oyibo
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ELEGANT
What is Elegant but a word stylish and graceful
in manner...
Poise and sophistication in a fashionable way.
Elegant.
Must be Feminine
Why, I don't know but it's ne'er applied yet to
men like word.. Classy.
Elegant.
All things associated.
Positive.
Polite.
Chic.
Elegant.
Woman!!!!!!!!
Elegant.
Me!!!!!!!
-Ada Ide.
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OMALICHA
Speak to me O beautiful
one; your sonorous voice soothes.
Lavish my soul with
love; let your unending graces flow.
Inspire me limitlessly;
your transparent glow clarifies.
Quench now my thirst; the
scent of you causes a sprout.
Colourless you are, yet
you reveal the spectrum of the rainbow.
Like sweet vinegar is
the taste of your lips; washing away filth.
Words cannot portray
your enchanting elegance; your silence speaks loudly.
Like a palm frond by the
river side, you always blossom.
Your glassy skin glows;
your winsome smile glistens.
Your slender physique
captivates; your calm flow enlightens.
In you, everything
existing takes form; no one survives outside of you.
Look now to the deep
blue sea Omalicha, and tell me what you see.
Water is life and life
is water; a gift of mother nature, an amazin design of art!
REHTSE Thinks out
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ELEGANT
Welcome to the land of the untruth
Where exotic lies have deep roots
Elegant lies served in gold and white.
Passionate believers of the untrue
And magical thinkers with positive illusions
Make their homes here.
And we, settlers of this land
Are not able to steer our destiny
Because we have been bound by time and space
So we share this space
With those who are arrogantly ignorant
And those who are in fellowship with bad causes
And bad memories ensconced by cowardly silence
And our shame grows in darkness
As we celebrate ignorantly the elegance of death
Chisom
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