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...

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12-12-15
FEAST OF WORDS
FIST OF WORDS
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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.




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 10AM - 7PM
12TH DEC, 2015

 Arts Theatre,
Department of Theatre Arts,
UNIVERSITY OF IBADAN

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

BN BLOG’S YOUNG POET OF THE YEAR AWARD 2016.

BN BLOG sets its vision to encourage, inspire and promote creativity in young people. Having this in mind, the YOUNG POET OF THE YEAR AWARD, has been established in order to promote and encourage young poets in Nigeria, by giving publicity to their works and to the poets themselves.
It’s awarded for poems written by any young Nigerian poet aged 0 -27.

CONTINUE FROM -  https://benneth95.wordpress.com/2015/11/25/bn-blogs-young-poet-of-the-year-award-2016/

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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

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.

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."

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"

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"

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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.

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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!

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).

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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SPECIAL GUEST 

Sir Eriata Oribhabor

Sir Enigmatic Olumide Bisiriyu 

Sir Olumide Olulu Holloway

Diane Asenoguan

Uche Uwadinachi

Benneth Nwankwo


PERFORMANCES BY

Hanno Pon Tha Beat

  PoeThick SAMURAI 

Neofloetry

Kemi Bakare Kemistree

Prestige Ifeayin Bernard


  JamesConCo

Tabo-Rated TSoul

Veekthur LyricPoet


Sammy Young (Youngest Commodore) 

  BankHall

  L K G 

EDAOTO

Messioye Affable Johnson


ARCHANGEL 

Vishal (11Years old Dancer) 


GloridPoet

Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun


Oyinkasola Adesewa

J Y C 

Bakare Ganiyat Lady Gan

McNevets

 Osigwe Benjamin

Clemency Green

Arch Angel

 Paul Word

Sissy Dirisma

And many more! 

DATE: 28th November 2015

@Navy Sailing Club, Navy Town Ojo Lagos.
3:30pm

No China time o!

E.N.T.R.Y             I.S             F.R.E.E

INFO: 08176861035, 08069257714

Don't miss this, join the train of words NOW!

Call for Submission: Eriata Oribhabor Food Poetry Contest 2015

Putting food and poetry in the same context x-rays the cohesive bond existing between the body and the soul. Having ascertained the inestimable benefits of food and poetry to humanity’s sustenance, ‘Poets in Nigeria’ calls for submission of poems projecting the fusion of culinary and poetic brilliance on the screen of societal good.

GUIDELINES:

Theme: These words are edible

- All poems must be food-related and food-inspired.

- Poems should be coherent and appealing to the senses.

- Effective use of imagery counts.

- Submissions are neither limited to country nor race.

- Maximum of 2 poems with limitless word count.

- Entries must be original intellectual property of the entrants.

- Submissions should be accompanied by brief biography and contact information comprising full name, email address and phone number (in the body of the email.)

*All submissions should be forwarded to eriatafoodpoetrycontest@gmail.com and tagged: "Eriata Oribhabor Food Poetry Contest 2015"

Submission Deadline: 25th December, 2015

PRIZES TO BE WON:

First Prize: ₦40,000, a plaque and books
Second Prize: ₦20,000, a plaque and books
Third Prize: ₦10,000, a plaque and books

*Please recall that this initiative of Mr. Eriata Oribhabor started two years ago, and has established its relevance in promoting food, poetry and poets through awarding of prizes to past winners, compilation of selected entries in the anthology ‘Who Shall I Make My Wife’ and acquainting literary enthusiasts with diverse Nigerian cuisines.

 

Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom
Moderator, EOFPC 2015
Author, Punctured Silence
For: PIN/SFEV

THE CREATURES OF ELÉDÙMARÈ by OLUTAYO JOY OWOJUYIGBE

THE CREATURES OF ELÉDÙMARÈ

Amputated windowpanes, never would close
Retreat I must into the sovereignty of the insecticide-treated net

Cellules within cellules
Sinister atmosphere
The night of the angels of doom.

Like the night of the killing of the Egyptian firstborns
The caliginous atmosphere is pregnant with mourning
Oh! My soul longs for the coming of the next morning.

Sound of spontaneous claps from the people of Ilé-ifè
Moans of affliction and tears of the ancient mammalians
Paint a horrendous picture of invading aliens.

A nightmare of terror
Darkness with horrendous horror
Forceful tenants swarming on legal occupants
Including the gods and idols of our forefathers.

The trust of the skin is betrayed by the night
As it welcomes these strangers into our world
Flying aliens from the grave of Sir Obafemi Awolowo.

The tenebrous darkness from on high
The deafening whispers of the night
All together make an awful sight.

Haunted day-to-day, darkness in every cellule
Royal bodies swaddled like Egyptian mummies
All looking silly like bloody dummies.

One more, two more, three ànkárá wrappers
The aso-òfì that spans from the feet to the face
I hate to say are nothing but a redundant waste.

Mosquito-proof garments in this part of the planet
Only arsenal for the night’s onslaught
Impotent defence of treasured dark and mullatto skins against flying aliens.

The imminent war of the night
Conjure the mind with an evil impression
Must I weep again for oppression?

Lost in the shadows of time
The sun refuses to lend its light
My God, what a night!

The metal pot is adorned
With dainty potato spud
But the strangers only feed on blood.

I wish to trade my tender skin for the mottled shell of Ìjàpá Tìrókò
And I envy the snake that sheds its skin
Monstrous red spots on my youthful chin
A souvenir from the bites of the flying beast.

The acrid odour of the mosquito repellants
Its charm like a hallucinogen
An ultimate act of perfidy.

The stranger hums the songs of horror
In search of another noble victim
And buries its diabolical proboscis to suck blood like an evil colossus.
Mógbe o! Which kin creature be this?!

Streaks of the morning light
Daybreak creeps on brutalized skins of the people
Aftermath of the winged terrorists attack
Princes stuttering out of cellules
Dulling effects of previous night’s fiasco

Our elders say, “Only a mosquito would make a nice man slap his neighbor on the cheek.”
The Ifá Priest says they are the curse of the gods on every citizen
Mosquito — the dread of every indigene.

Cunning as a lustful damsel
Swift as the mountain gazelle
Riddle of the Elders
Unsolved mysteries of Sherlock Holmes
Creatures of Elédùmarè they are.

OLUTAYO JOY OWOJUYIGBE is a 500L medical student of the University College
Hospital, Ibadan. She believes in immortality via writing and she loves to write
about mysteries. She is currently working on her first novel.