No disrespect!
Stop belittling his might!

You’re trained to be a soldier!
He’s born a gallant soldier;
With array of wordy weaponry.
You fire gun, he swords with pen

Your battlefield is only right here,
Where all eyes can see the strife
But his, is both here, and there, in –
The darkest minds of tainted souls

You resume your war office
At the loud whistle of war
But he’s always here,
For war has no break

You are a soldier, so also he’s
You’re the errand of the law,
He’s the colonel of
The decrees of his muse

Thus, respect his powerful pen,
And he’ll regard your gun too
For respect, they say,
Is reciprocal


Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi

Photo Credit: Author Donna Dee

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The Road Not Taken 


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Photo Credit: jvbruni



The Sculptor’s delight
Amongst His numerous arts.
Priceless and inestimable jewel,
Sculptured well with clays so clean!
Wrapped she perfectly, in shiny dark skin,
Like a beautiful moon gleaming in her ball

Taintless teeth assembled in cozy mouth
Like flocks of sheep in a beautiful ranch
Surrounded by succulent-purple lips
And heapy cheeks of noble smile
Humble nose; charming hairdo
All added up into her beauty!

Like a beautiful moon gleaming in her ball;
Wrapped she perfectly, in shiny dark skin
Sculptured well with clays so clean:
Priceless and inestimable jewel!
Amongst His numerous arts,
The Sculptor’s delight!

– written by James T. Abel Adesitimi