Cogitare est Vivare…
Is there aught so pregnant and potent As the wondrous embodiment of young breasts? Springing forth the green seed of heavy lightness Where harsh winds and storms do quietly rage, Ceasing when some queer calmness speaks peace In cheerful hours of hale and hearty company. Like dews which on wastelands drop at morn Their spirits … Continue reading Dews on Wasteland by Samuel James
May your love blossom with the ever present passing of time. May you always know happiness and sunshine. May you never know sorrow or rain. And may your hearts be liberated from hardship and pain. May God smile upon you both and bless you on this special day. About … Continue reading Blessings by Laura Minning
Poets in Nigeria (PIN) is pleased to announce the release of five poetry collections drawn from the maiden edition of PIN Chapbook Series tagged Rainbow of Voices. The new titles can be downloaded free via the following links: • TO THE PEN – Godswill Enang (http://bit.ly/tothepen) • GOSPELS OF DEPRESSION – Pamilerin Jacob (http://bit.ly/gospelsofdepression) • … Continue reading PIN RELEASES FIVE POETRY COLLECTIONS FOR ITS CHAPBOOK SERIES
Lo,body and soul,this land,I beseech thee confer concession, Ever returning tides,sweep these ashes,bid us voyage across distance and time, Oft-regressive gale, serenade sweet melodies,grant asylum to these misfated lot, Heaven-gifted furnace,immerse our trandescendants in golden rays of unflickering optimism. Pray thee,grant us respite,for brutish men reign sovereign in our lands. O vale of tears,toppling mountain … Continue reading Laudationes Vindictae (Eulogies of Karma)
To Generation Unborn... Listen; I'm sorry that your little eyes may hold so much pain and atrocities,that your feeble body may never be held for as long as you deserve. I'm sorry that you'll be emotionally distressed and mentally vulnerable at such a tender age. I'm sorry that society has taken much more than it … Continue reading Accept My Apologies
Dedicated to Catherine Nathaniel Image by Gbenga Smith I've been thinking,just how sad it is that no one writes letters, Not anymore, So I've resoluted to writing you this, It's not all about the tip of my pen in alpha beta, For even you know I'm not so crazed a writer. I know you'll … Continue reading THE SHALLOWS
To the boys who would date my daughter I haven't met her mum Maybe I have met her But she is laying somewhere there in her mum's belly And I am proudly waiting For her She'll met daddy soon And I and her mum Would be so proud of her. I bet you can't … Continue reading To The Boys Who Would Date My Daughter
In this library alone I sit, Quiet and respite I seek, In shelved thoughts I find my muse, Every word,my spirit amuse, In delightful unison,my fingers lift, The letters ,my eyes caress, The smell of history, my heart accepts, But wait, The silence is no more, The sweet piercing silence is no more, Now I hear … Continue reading Voices Within Monographs.
In absolute disrupt, My blood turns torrent, My jaw,a three dimensional work of art, Fingers curled up out of their own volition, In every passing second,my heart shudders in rippling restlessness, Infuriated to deafness, Silence... I'm close to nothingness. Okunlola Azeezat Olayinka(O.A.O)