START WELL, TO END WELL.
Thursday 31 December 2015
Monday 28 December 2015
CALL FOR SUBMISSION: LOVE IN A MORIBUND WORLD
THE POETRY COURT
Valentine Special
(CALL FOR SUBMISSION OF LOVE POEMS)
Theme: LOVE IN A MORIBUND WORLD
SUBMISSION GUILD LINES
– All poems should promote peace,
love and harmony
– All contributors are entitled to a
maximum of two poems
– Send poems to:
Thepoetrycourt@gmail.com
– State VALENTINE POEM in the subject
box
– Add short bio max 100 words.
-Include COUNTRY, MAIL ADDRESS and PHONE NUMBER(s)
-Include COUNTRY, MAIL ADDRESS and PHONE NUMBER(s)
Poems that are fresh and will blended
will be published on
To promote love, peace and harmony,
despite the challenges that this country plans in our everyday life. This is
not to say that we are happy, but. It's to strengthen us, for a better
tomorrow. Every poem should speak volume.
All the poems that were published
2015 as ThePoetryCourt Valentine Poems and the ones for 2016 will be published
in a PDF file.
DEADLINE FOR SUBMISSION: 7th February 2016. Mid night.
Publishing of the poems on the blog.
Commences on the 14th of February
2016 through to 21st of February 2016.
Its a week for love poems to be
published on the blog. So be among the poets to promote LOVE, PEACE and HARMONY
with your pen.
Visit the blog from Sunday 14th of
February 2016 to see if your poem/a friends poem has been published on the
blog, and then also try to comment and share
published poems on the blog as a way
of
promoting the poet who wrote the
poem.
Let poetry speak LOVE, PEACE and
HARMONY!
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CONSCIOUSLY SWEET ENTRAPMENT
By: Adeniyi Kunnu
I walk into your life
On a
blue juncture
The time I know not and the date I
can't recall
But I did walk into you and stare you
in the face
Both legs... mine... walked into you
and into you
The very recesses where your fear
lurk and your cheer buried
But I walked in and permissibly
rummaged through your emotions
Sieving to leave what is devoid of
ill temperament
Now I bask in periphery and depth of
your loving enrapturing
The tarsals and carpals of your
luminescence lighten my essence
I am brightened never to be darkened
no more
The rewards of my deliberate walk
into you yield colourations
But of all one stands out... and that
is the crimson defining the season
The one that transcends the date and
time of this enrapturing
Of this affinity ...this accord of
indescribable candour
I have walked into you and never
ashamed to say
That i am both painted and perfectly
sculpted
In this that i call 'The Consciously
RED Sweet Entrapment.
Happy Valentine
For more info call: Osigwe Benjamin 08069257714
And request to join ThePoetryCourt
what's app online poetry discussion platform 08176861035.
Let's Speak LITERATURE
Thursday 3 December 2015
TEN MINUTES AGO by - Oko Owi Ocho
 |
| Oko Owi Ocho |
I lost you in tickles
Of six hundred seconds ago
My soul danced away from
Your music and lived in orchard
Of alien dance steps
Your drum can't beat to
Of six hundred seconds ago
My soul danced away from
Your music and lived in orchard
Of alien dance steps
Your drum can't beat to
If
We
Could
Have
Lovewalked
On the pavement with fingers
Stringed to each other's has become
Fascination of 'We could had'
But such imagination is lyric of
Six
Hundred
Seconds
Past
Ago
You could have been the heal
To my love's ill, the only
Cure that unshackles my heart from
The anguish fever of emotions... But
Those are distant imageries woven by
An amateur poet growing poetrylessly
Days and months worked with
Cutlasses and hoes to heap you
In my heart but how strong
Seconds could be in reaping out
Your yet-to-be
Ripe seeds
Flushed into
Echoes of----a
Distant past
Where my eyes would not blink to
Sleep nor my thought stops a second
To linger in thought of you
Ancient serene echoes of your laughter
All have been noosed in death den
Of
Yester
Minute
History
When thoughts of you dangles breathless
Six hundred seconds ago
The day walked away for
The noble accepted show
Of night
Now
There is a black out of you
In just ten minutes.
©2015.09.28
Oko Owi Ocho
Oko Owi Ocho is a poet, playwright, novelist, and a PanAfricanist. Also a member of Aj House Of Poetry.
We
Could
Have
Lovewalked
On the pavement with fingers
Stringed to each other's has become
Fascination of 'We could had'
But such imagination is lyric of
Six
Hundred
Seconds
Past
Ago
You could have been the heal
To my love's ill, the only
Cure that unshackles my heart from
The anguish fever of emotions... But
Those are distant imageries woven by
An amateur poet growing poetrylessly
Days and months worked with
Cutlasses and hoes to heap you
In my heart but how strong
Seconds could be in reaping out
Your yet-to-be
Ripe seeds
Flushed into
Echoes of----a
Distant past
Where my eyes would not blink to
Sleep nor my thought stops a second
To linger in thought of you
Ancient serene echoes of your laughter
All have been noosed in death den
Of
Yester
Minute
History
When thoughts of you dangles breathless
Six hundred seconds ago
The day walked away for
The noble accepted show
Of night
Now
There is a black out of you
In just ten minutes.
©2015.09.28
Oko Owi Ocho
Oko Owi Ocho is a poet, playwright, novelist, and a PanAfricanist. Also a member of Aj House Of Poetry.
CALL FOR ENTRY: #CHILDHERO Christmas Short Story Contest!
PEREGRINE READS ANNUAL CHRISTMAS CONTEST PRESENTS……
#CHILDHERO 2015 christmas Short Story Contest!1
It’s here! It’s another December of Joy, Laughter and Merriment! Happy New Month to you
The bloom and sweetened scent of December slithering through our nostrils and causing our cheeks to swell reminds us that Christmas is here again with a lot of beautiful packages– Vacation, visits from family and friends, romance, mistletoes, Christmas gifts, Christmas lights, trees, wine and dines but most importantly, our ANNUAL CHRISTMAS CONTEST!
Yes, here on PEREGRINE READS, for your support all through the year, every Christmas, we share the joys of yuletide together by entertaining ourselves with packages of passion and creativity.
How do we do this?
By exploring the season of Christmas to squeeze out the finest juice from the raw of our creativity.
By digging deeply into the season of Christmas to bring a re-birth to the lost, forgotten and neglected aspects of life through the inner world of our emotions….
By creatively and prolifically using our diverse individual style to convey our message, share our experiences and explore our artistic creativity using the season of Christmas…
This year, we are ON A MISSION to achieve that and even more!
From the concept of #12daysofchristmas, here’s bringing to you a brand new package entitled #CHILDHERO
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#CHILDHERO 2015 christmas Short Story Contest!1
It’s here! It’s another December of Joy, Laughter and Merriment! Happy New Month to you
The bloom and sweetened scent of December slithering through our nostrils and causing our cheeks to swell reminds us that Christmas is here again with a lot of beautiful packages– Vacation, visits from family and friends, romance, mistletoes, Christmas gifts, Christmas lights, trees, wine and dines but most importantly, our ANNUAL CHRISTMAS CONTEST!
Yes, here on PEREGRINE READS, for your support all through the year, every Christmas, we share the joys of yuletide together by entertaining ourselves with packages of passion and creativity.
How do we do this?
By exploring the season of Christmas to squeeze out the finest juice from the raw of our creativity.
By digging deeply into the season of Christmas to bring a re-birth to the lost, forgotten and neglected aspects of life through the inner world of our emotions….
By creatively and prolifically using our diverse individual style to convey our message, share our experiences and explore our artistic creativity using the season of Christmas…
This year, we are ON A MISSION to achieve that and even more!
From the concept of #12daysofchristmas, here’s bringing to you a brand new package entitled #CHILDHERO
- #CHILDHERO, more than a short story contest, is a child campaign aimed at sharing the hopes and dreams of children who through circumstances have been deprived of the best things in life.
- #CHILDHERO aims to connect the dots of the overlooked lives of lost and forgotten, less-privileged, malnourished, handicapped, maltreated children.
- #CHILDHERO aims at creating a child awareness that will expose the terror and dangers faced by children in the society daily and its varying social causes.
- #CHILDHERO aims to support in a unique way, the causes of children among us, with the spirit of Christmas by imprinting their dreams and hopes in our hearts and awakening the spirit of responsibility from us towards the children who are our hopes for a greater tomorrow.
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FEAST OF WORDS - FIST OF WORDS 12-12-15
THE POETRY COURT support creativity and we strongly believe that one day poetry will be rewarding...
The theme “FIST (FEAST) OF WORDS” was
derived from the United Nations Human Rights Day which is observed every
year on 10 December to commemorate the day on which, in 1948, the
United Nations General Assembly adopted the Universal Declaration of
Human Rights.
We believe that the power of words,
wielded by writers in all the literary genres, is very important in the
entrenchment of human rights.
The festival will celebrate words, and
the many forms in which humans have lumped them for meaning – poems,
songs, stories, speeches, drama
If you want your picture designed for the WRR Festival (like that of (KIS) Kukogho Iruesiri Samson's profile picture on facebook) just inbox him...
@WRRPoetry # FistOfWords
12-12-15
FEAST OF WORDS
FIST OF WORDS
***
Still on the #FISTofWORDS Literary Festival....
If you need a hotel room to spend the night, please contact Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom
Via Facebook or call him on 07034847164.
A room is N3,000 per night for 1 person or N1500 for shared rooms.
Please tweet about this on Twitter...
@WRRPoetry #FistOfWords
10AM - 7PM
12TH DEC, 2015
Arts Theatre,
Department of Theatre Arts,
UNIVERSITY OF IBADAN
Wednesday 2 December 2015
THANK YOU ALWAYS
The
maiden edition of ThePoetryCourt BEAUTY OF WORDS 0.1 has come and gone
and we strongly believe that poets and lyricist who attended had their
stories to tell.
28th NOVEMBER 2015
@Navy Sailing Club, Navy Town Ojo Lagos.
We are using this time to say thank you to all those who attended and even those who did not attend but supported our efforts in one way or the other.
In no particular order, we are saying thank you to Sir Enigmatic Olumide Bisiriyu, Sir Eriata Oribhabor, my very good friends Benneth Nwankwo and Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom, for being there.
We also thank all members and staffs of Navy Sailing Club, who supported us in their own way.
Commodore J M K Owonaro
The Club Commodore Citizen Tunde Giwa Daramola
Commodore T N K Okoro
B F Ajayi
Sir Francis
And all other senior officers, and members of Navy Sailing Club.
We cannot forget all the blogs, newspaper and website that also supported us with publicity. NewTelegraph Newspaper, BN BLOG, i WordUp, SolarSpeaks, and so many other blogs, which we might not remember, but we say THANK YOU.
These persons have been wonderful all the time, according to Osigwe Benjamin he said "I cannot forget my sister from another mother Kemi Bakare Kemistree, she has always been there for me" and Ifeoma Gerty Ndiolo-Enaholo
We also want to thank Ifeoma Ndiolo, Sir Eriata Oribhabor, Bob Ekat, and Iquo DianaAbasi Eke, for their support with their poetry collections/anthology.
Njoku Paul Chybkay Henry Fr33zinPaul and Sissy Dirisma, we are speechless, people keeps telling us that you guys are awesome.
We really appreciate all those who came from far and near to witness BEAUTY OF WORDS 0.1
Veekthur LyricPoet, DiAngelo Airick ARCHANGEL, Ify Obi, Adjarho Abten Anthony, Joy Nnebuogo Nwanokwai J Y C, Cherry Loo Michael, Pen-chant, BankHall, Samuel Leumas BlueAdonis, Adesewa Oyinkansola, Olayinka Samson Aremu PoeThick SAMURAI, Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun Usman Lawal Iyoma, Precious Okeke Kosie Precious, Davynovich Fidel, Chinedu Ananda Chinxzy, Vishal, Kemistree and so many others.
Special thanks to Vishal, an 11Years old Dancer who also rocked BEAUTY OF WORDS for this year 2015.
We cannot forget Prestige Ifeanyi Bernard for his efforts too.
Mare words might be unable to tell the love we have for those who honoured our invitations, but with BEAUTY in them, we believe that our message will be understood more better.
Have a nice time, we meet again next year for BEAUTY OF WORDS 0.2
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HAPPY NEW MONTH
Lets also anticipate for Thepoetry Court VALENTINE SUBMISSION 2016. SHARING LOVE IN DIRE TIMES 0.2
28th NOVEMBER 2015
@Navy Sailing Club, Navy Town Ojo Lagos.
We are using this time to say thank you to all those who attended and even those who did not attend but supported our efforts in one way or the other.
In no particular order, we are saying thank you to Sir Enigmatic Olumide Bisiriyu, Sir Eriata Oribhabor, my very good friends Benneth Nwankwo and Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom, for being there.
We also thank all members and staffs of Navy Sailing Club, who supported us in their own way.
Commodore J M K Owonaro
The Club Commodore Citizen Tunde Giwa Daramola
Commodore T N K Okoro
B F Ajayi
Sir Francis
And all other senior officers, and members of Navy Sailing Club.
We cannot forget all the blogs, newspaper and website that also supported us with publicity. NewTelegraph Newspaper, BN BLOG, i WordUp, SolarSpeaks, and so many other blogs, which we might not remember, but we say THANK YOU.
These persons have been wonderful all the time, according to Osigwe Benjamin he said "I cannot forget my sister from another mother Kemi Bakare Kemistree, she has always been there for me" and Ifeoma Gerty Ndiolo-Enaholo
We also want to thank Ifeoma Ndiolo, Sir Eriata Oribhabor, Bob Ekat, and Iquo DianaAbasi Eke, for their support with their poetry collections/anthology.
Njoku Paul Chybkay Henry Fr33zinPaul and Sissy Dirisma, we are speechless, people keeps telling us that you guys are awesome.
We really appreciate all those who came from far and near to witness BEAUTY OF WORDS 0.1
Veekthur LyricPoet, DiAngelo Airick ARCHANGEL, Ify Obi, Adjarho Abten Anthony, Joy Nnebuogo Nwanokwai J Y C, Cherry Loo Michael, Pen-chant, BankHall, Samuel Leumas BlueAdonis, Adesewa Oyinkansola, Olayinka Samson Aremu PoeThick SAMURAI, Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun Usman Lawal Iyoma, Precious Okeke Kosie Precious, Davynovich Fidel, Chinedu Ananda Chinxzy, Vishal, Kemistree and so many others.
Special thanks to Vishal, an 11Years old Dancer who also rocked BEAUTY OF WORDS for this year 2015.
We cannot forget Prestige Ifeanyi Bernard for his efforts too.
Mare words might be unable to tell the love we have for those who honoured our invitations, but with BEAUTY in them, we believe that our message will be understood more better.
Have a nice time, we meet again next year for BEAUTY OF WORDS 0.2
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HAPPY NEW MONTH
Lets also anticipate for Thepoetry Court VALENTINE SUBMISSION 2016. SHARING LOVE IN DIRE TIMES 0.2
Thursday 26 November 2015
BN BLOG’S YOUNG POET OF THE YEAR AWARD 2016.
It’s awarded for poems written by any young Nigerian poet aged 0 -27.
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TASTED BEFORE RIPED
That kid
That kid has a steaming story to tell
Something the little soul longs to tell
No one is ever noticing
The child might probably lose it
No one cared to care
Leaving the young chap scared
Dad isn't aware
Mum is minding her wears
What a poor kid
Hoarding much within
All is against the kid's tender will
If someone would only sit and stay still
That kid has a story to tell
There isn't someone so darling and dear
That would notice and hear
How the child self esteem fell
Like a pack of ceramics shoveled from the shelf
Something happened when I got back from school
That wasn't really cool
No one is ever waiting at home
To hear of the day's gloom
I was that kid
Covered with heaps of painted pains and deep deceptions
Unwilling I took it
Frustration fill my soul that night I left the womb
I was simple and simply six-sincere and dear ,I was suppose to be with my darling dolls in my playroom
But where was I
Where do I live?
I live in the cold cupboard of taunting torture
In the arms of a deceiving deceiver,a liar
My uncle
He kissed my pale knuckles
He said: 'see what you do to me'
He placed my hand on something so big,hard,so scary
Like a rattling snake anxious to unveil its venom
He pushed me, hit me and tore me wide open
Like a door with rusted hinges
Coarsed my skin skillfully, with keening desires
Threatened me never to say a word not a sound to any soul
Even though I wanted to speak there was none to listen
I tried finding comfort in my shadow, the only friend that listen and leaves
This kid has a story to tell
I heard the walls cracked open
Breathing on me like a wounded pig
Grunting and panting like one chased by a destructive dem on
Unleashing terrible terrifying terrific terrors
An inhumane human
My tears were cold to his touch my soul was iced but inside of me fire burns
Uncle it hurts
He was deaf to my words
Pain again exploded in my brain like a bomb of fire
Bang... Explosion.. Intrusion... Destruction to my pride; my possession
The touch penetrated into my skin leaving imprints no water can wash
I seem mentally drained and deranged,I wanted to pull my skin off tear off the flesh and free my soul
That kid has a story to tell
No one is there to listen
Memories hunts my dream
And ruins my day
What I'm I leaving for?
I need Amnesia
Holding that killer pill
Ending my life at the end of one two three
I am dead
The child in me died that day
So I mourn for my infant skin
My innocence stolen
My virginity
My smile
Lied to,led on
Used,abused
It was my mother I accuse
I gave birth to anger
I nursed hatred
Breast-feeding sorrows
This kid has a story to tell
Listen to my cries
Listen to the truth in my lies
Listen before my soul dies
Listen to my painful tears
Listen to me
Please
Echebiri Gabriella "Blueflames" is a poet,spoken word artist,motivational speaker and makeup artist.The winner of Eriata spoken call contest and the first runner-up of F.O.S Rendezvous.She has a strong passion for children
That kid has a steaming story to tell
Something the little soul longs to tell
No one is ever noticing
The child might probably lose it
No one cared to care
Leaving the young chap scared
Dad isn't aware
Mum is minding her wears
What a poor kid
Hoarding much within
All is against the kid's tender will
If someone would only sit and stay still
That kid has a story to tell
There isn't someone so darling and dear
That would notice and hear
How the child self esteem fell
Like a pack of ceramics shoveled from the shelf
Something happened when I got back from school
That wasn't really cool
No one is ever waiting at home
To hear of the day's gloom
I was that kid
Covered with heaps of painted pains and deep deceptions
Unwilling I took it
Frustration fill my soul that night I left the womb
I was simple and simply six-sincere and dear ,I was suppose to be with my darling dolls in my playroom
But where was I
Where do I live?
I live in the cold cupboard of taunting torture
In the arms of a deceiving deceiver,a liar
My uncle
He kissed my pale knuckles
He said: 'see what you do to me'
He placed my hand on something so big,hard,so scary
Like a rattling snake anxious to unveil its venom
He pushed me, hit me and tore me wide open
Like a door with rusted hinges
Coarsed my skin skillfully, with keening desires
Threatened me never to say a word not a sound to any soul
Even though I wanted to speak there was none to listen
I tried finding comfort in my shadow, the only friend that listen and leaves
This kid has a story to tell
I heard the walls cracked open
Breathing on me like a wounded pig
Grunting and panting like one chased by a destructive dem on
Unleashing terrible terrifying terrific terrors
An inhumane human
My tears were cold to his touch my soul was iced but inside of me fire burns
Uncle it hurts
He was deaf to my words
Pain again exploded in my brain like a bomb of fire
Bang... Explosion.. Intrusion... Destruction to my pride; my possession
The touch penetrated into my skin leaving imprints no water can wash
I seem mentally drained and deranged,I wanted to pull my skin off tear off the flesh and free my soul
That kid has a story to tell
No one is there to listen
Memories hunts my dream
And ruins my day
What I'm I leaving for?
I need Amnesia
Holding that killer pill
Ending my life at the end of one two three
I am dead
The child in me died that day
So I mourn for my infant skin
My innocence stolen
My virginity
My smile
Lied to,led on
Used,abused
It was my mother I accuse
I gave birth to anger
I nursed hatred
Breast-feeding sorrows
This kid has a story to tell
Listen to my cries
Listen to the truth in my lies
Listen before my soul dies
Listen to my painful tears
Listen to me
Please
Echebiri Gabriella "Blueflames" is a poet,spoken word artist,motivational speaker and makeup artist.The winner of Eriata spoken call contest and the first runner-up of F.O.S Rendezvous.She has a strong passion for children
TOP THREE (3) WINNER FOR tPC Wole Soyinka @81
To be sincere, the whole poets that entered for the call for submission of poems in Honour of Professor Wole Soyinka @81, are poets that knows what words are. They are all winners, but the best must stand out. The poems, words, rhythms and messages are all striking and will make you want to ask for more. At some points the judges had to score with separate sheets like its a slam competition.
We hope and strongly believe that next year will be bigger and better, as poets are not dropping their pen! We are word-Soldiers and we strongly believe in the might of our pen to change and transform society for the good of all.
After much tearing of sheets, refilling of ink, and much saliva, we finally have winners for the PROFESSOR WOLE SOYINKA @81 CALL FOR SUBMISSION OF POEMS 2015.
All ThePoetryCourt Poets of the month for MAY, JUNE and JULY are advised to be present as certificates would be awarded. Same goes to all shortlisted poets in honour of Professor Wole Soyinka @81 2015.
Winners are also expected.
All ThePoetryCourt Poets of the month for MAY, JUNE and JULY are advised to be present as certificates would be awarded. Same goes to all shortlisted poets in honour of Professor Wole Soyinka @81 2015.
Winners are also expected.
You are also invited to the maiden edition OF Thepoetry Court BEAUTY OF WORDS!
An Open Mic/Award and Certificate Presentation Event in Honour of Professor Wole Soyinka @81 2015
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1st Position - Busayo Fakunle with his poem titled CHORUSES FROM THE HEART
"They arrived young yesterday,Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips.
The emptiness of promised dreams,
The thinness of promised change,
Like hurricane lamp, dies slowly."
The emptiness of promised dreams,
The thinness of promised change,
Like hurricane lamp, dies slowly."
2nd Position - Banjo Omogbehin with his poem titled HEROES
"When next nations unfold historical erudism
Let them say I smashed letters in the time of
Tayo Olafioye"
Let them say I smashed letters in the time of
Tayo Olafioye"
3rd Position - Joseph Anoze Daniel with his poem titiled LITIREYIOKA
" Litireyioka
Your songs of grandeur
Would be chanted forever
Even by the fetal souls
Whose swords-
Would've to un-knit your PENSKETS
While dripping sudatories"
Your songs of grandeur
Would be chanted forever
Even by the fetal souls
Whose swords-
Would've to un-knit your PENSKETS
While dripping sudatories"
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CHORUSES FROM THE HEART
They arrived young yesterday, Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips.
Words that walk with the
wind Temporarily heal the not-hales.
They arrived young yesterday,Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips.
Fat future they mouthed Sweetly sore our sacred ears.
They arrived young yesterday,
Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips.
Our sun no longer pride the day, Well wired senses work without pay,
Our moon no longer brightens the night.
They arrived young yesterday;
Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips. Our pockets are diseased,
Sick tummies we breed, They serve selves in thoughts, deeds.
They arrived young yesterday,
Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips.
The emptiness of promised dreams,
The thinness of promised change,
Like hurricane lamp, dies slowly.
They arrived young yesterday,
Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips.
Our trusts they stabbed at the back
Our hopes they hide behind their backs.
Alas ,the gathering of
rainstorm, Of stroke, shame…will bring.
Our voices will live…
Strike New Morning (For Kongi @81)
You’re ever radiant and charming, Like the
peaceful paces of silent stream.
Your smile gorgeously glows, Pricey,
Like the pyramid of Egypt.
Your hair illuminates our world,
Like the birth of a full moon.
Your ink inkles claimers of
our culture, Blazing like the midday sun, Shields the weak like Olumo rock, …
Projecting our unheard voices.
Your eyes sweet the sights,
Welcoming, like the Ngorongoro crater.
You're the Uhuru peak among colleagues.
You’re like the rain: No friend, no foe.
You’re like the salt…
You’re like the Nile, For being a MAN is a long life journey.
BUSAYO FAKUNLE BUSAYO FAKUNLE studied English Language and Literary studies from the UNIVERSITY of Ado Ekiti. He was once the president of the department. Busayo Fakunle has published a drama book which made Oyo state ministry of Education's list of literary texts for secondary schools. Busayo has many unpublished poems.
They arrived young yesterday, Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips.
Words that walk with the
wind Temporarily heal the not-hales.
They arrived young yesterday,Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips.
Fat future they mouthed Sweetly sore our sacred ears.
They arrived young yesterday,
Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips.
Our sun no longer pride the day, Well wired senses work without pay,
Our moon no longer brightens the night.
They arrived young yesterday;
Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips. Our pockets are diseased,
Sick tummies we breed, They serve selves in thoughts, deeds.
They arrived young yesterday,
Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips.
The emptiness of promised dreams,
The thinness of promised change,
Like hurricane lamp, dies slowly.
They arrived young yesterday,
Hoodwinked by the rhythm of their lips.
Our trusts they stabbed at the back
Our hopes they hide behind their backs.
Alas ,the gathering of
rainstorm, Of stroke, shame…will bring.
Our voices will live…
Strike New Morning (For Kongi @81)
You’re ever radiant and charming, Like the
peaceful paces of silent stream.
Your smile gorgeously glows, Pricey,
Like the pyramid of Egypt.
Your hair illuminates our world,
Like the birth of a full moon.
Your ink inkles claimers of
our culture, Blazing like the midday sun, Shields the weak like Olumo rock, …
Projecting our unheard voices.
Your eyes sweet the sights,
Welcoming, like the Ngorongoro crater.
You're the Uhuru peak among colleagues.
You’re like the rain: No friend, no foe.
You’re like the salt…
You’re like the Nile, For being a MAN is a long life journey.
BUSAYO FAKUNLE BUSAYO FAKUNLE studied English Language and Literary studies from the UNIVERSITY of Ado Ekiti. He was once the president of the department. Busayo Fakunle has published a drama book which made Oyo state ministry of Education's list of literary texts for secondary schools. Busayo has many unpublished poems.
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HEROES
Caught in the claws of obstacles
Struck in the very heart of Phraseology
Their open fist?
Feast on nothing but letters!
They are erudite men of flawless sagacity
When next nations unfold historical erudism
Let them say I smashed letters in the time of
Tayo Olafioye
The masticator of unblemished Lexicons
The Era of Sydney Sheldon The undaunted tamer
of glossaries!
When next nations backslapped scholastic
Heroes
Let them say I interlaced poetic wits In the Era
of Wole Soyinka
The intimidating commander of dictions!
Caught in the claws of obstacles
Struck in the very heart of Phraseology
Their open fist?
Feast on nothing but letters!
They are erudite men of flawless sagacity
When next nations unfold historical erudism
Let them say I smashed letters in the time of
Tayo Olafioye
The masticator of unblemished Lexicons
The Era of Sydney Sheldon The undaunted tamer
of glossaries!
When next nations backslapped scholastic
Heroes
Let them say I interlaced poetic wits In the Era
of Wole Soyinka
The intimidating commander of dictions!
Banjo Omogbehin is a graduate of Mass communication from LASPOTECH and also studied Linguistic at Adekunle Ajasin University. He has written over 100 poems and published two anthologies of poetry and also has some couples of International collaboration in Anthologies of poetry. Most of his poems have won AWARDS and Accolades. He won the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) Poet star Award in AAUA in 2011 and was also the official writer and Choice poet during Prof. Sehinde Arogbofa’s 70th Birthday Celebration in AAUA and the LASPOTECH Literary potpourri Event. Many of his poems have been published in national newspaper and read on national radio. He was one of the pioneer Exco of ANA in AAUA and first two-times General Secretary of the Association of Nigerian Authors(ANA) in AAUA
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LITIREYIOKA
Litireyioka
Your pre-suposed name
When begun your fame
The memorable Nigerian
Not of gore, but pen
The scion of Shakespear
Whom his pen folks fear
Litireyioka
Makes buccals agape
As teeth bump
Along in its locution
Out of your pen unction
With adroitness weaves
And un-weaves with ease
Litireyioka
Whose "Metal on concrete-
Jars" his pen folks' intellect,
The weaver word of cryptic notion,
Nonpareil among literary men,
Is abating in thew, but bedecked
With accolades of grit
Litireyioka
Your songs of grandeur
Would be chanted forever
Even by the fetal souls
Whose swords-
Would've to un-knit your PENSKETS
While dripping sudatories
Litireyioka
Whose literary resplendence
Starstrucks souls
Gradually leaves his penprints
Behind, as he hatched the dawn
Of his EIGHTYFROST byeday, is
A few day behind his mausoleum
MEANING OF LITIREYIOKA
Litireyioka is a coinage. It is coined from "Soyinka," the celebrant's name, and Yoruba way of pronouncing literature; which is "litireso." So, "Litireyioka" is a clipping of "litire" and "yioka" to form "Litireyioka," which means: he is surrounded by "literature." In addition, "yinka" in "Soyinka's name" means to be surrounded by
something. However, rather than personalizing "yinka" in this poem, I used it as second person singular "yioka" (as referral: surrounded by literature).
Litireyioka is a coinage. It is coined from "Soyinka," the celebrant's name, and Yoruba way of pronouncing literature; which is "litireso." So, "Litireyioka" is a clipping of "litire" and "yioka" to form "Litireyioka," which means: he is surrounded by "literature." In addition, "yinka" in "Soyinka's name" means to be surrounded by
something. However, rather than personalizing "yinka" in this poem, I used it as second person singular "yioka" (as referral: surrounded by literature).
Joseph Anoze Daniel is a student of OAU. He was born into the family of Pastor and Mrs Isaac Otaru Joseph. He hails from Kogi state of Nigeria, precisely Ebira. He was born in Lagos and later migrated to Ondo where he had his primary and secondary school education. He studies in the Department of Education (Education English) for his first degree.
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