Category Archives: life

IN THE GALE OF RAPTURE

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The echoes of trumpet call,
Steal the world with surprise
Within and around the globe
Infants swiftly vanish
From their mothers’ back
And all stars are quickly taken
From the company of dark clouds
O madness rules the streets!
Chasing those left behind
To whirl with the gale of dust
For their skeletal secrets
Walk nude to the scene of shame
Women legs twirl, bodies lithe
Gyrating to the song of doom
The fishers of lust, hunt bloods
From the river of their hearts
Their sinful eyes birth tears
Seeking mercy in their deserted churches
When broken glasses can no longer be gathered
Sun and moon give their fame
To the reign of satanic rains
And the world is drenched
Beneath the showers of tribulations
As the world awaits the thunder of its end

written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi

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NEVER MOURN AT MY FUNERAL

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Never mourn at my funeral
For I’m not dead but resting
On Abraham’s bosom
Waiting for the call of resurrection
Never mourn at my funeral
You who come in view to mourning
But in you, you’re here to mock
For my poetry exposes your deeds
Do my body what you wish
Please, let it be dismembered
To gratify your ruthless visit
Never mourn at my funeral
You the insect that bites my leafy fame
With your toothless mouth of libel
And you who want my fish
To dive in a dry earth
Throw my carcass into a sea of your lot
Like where brother Jonah fell,
But it will be your endless shame
For I’ve seen beyond the river bank of Joppa
Never mourn at my funeral
You that come in my Maker’s name
Just to bless my end
Go thy way and search for lost souls
In the forest of lust and doom
Wear them a garment of gospel
Before they lie low beside me
And journey hell eternal
Never mourn at my funeral
But mourn for we’re all debtors of death
Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi

APOSTLES OF CORRUPTION

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Apostles of corruption are:
The electoral-herbalists!
Of our green-white land
Who steal our cowries of vote
To appease their political gods

Apostles of corruption are:
The newly elected apostles
Who have once preached to us
The gospel of sweetness
But later chameleon to be lies

Apostles of corruption are:
The priests and Imams who bow
Their consciences for coloured-papers
And nurse our national termites
With fasting and thunderous prayers

Apostles of corruption are:
The oiled mouths in parliament
Who read the epistles of foods
While their kinsmen at the root
Are dying of starving everyday

Apostles of corruption are:
Our foolish representatives
In the house of loot
Who speak stony vocabularies
While we hold class beneath trees

Apostles of corruption are:
The federal members
Who forced every student
To study their invented selfishness
In the universities of strike

Apostles of corruption are:
Those mice in black uniforms
And the kleptomaniac body
Who make friends with the rats
And the suckers of our national wealth

Apostles of corruption are:
I and you who refuse to go
Against injustice, lust, fraud,
And all other societal vices
In our respective domains

WHAT IS LOVE?


Tell me, my sweetheart
When coldness embrace the earth
Is love a daffodil that is fresh in our winter?
Why does it whither in the hot summer?

When sun scorches our world with its warmness
The love begins to grow in distress
Oh! What is love?
That travels a journey that is long and curved

At the verge of its glorious end
Love staggers and bends
Lying straight in tears, calling on Hatred
To walk between our harmonious cord

What is love my sweetheart
That later splits us apart?

WRITTEN BY: James T. Abel Adesitimi

VALOR

Valor

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In one of my very loose wanderings
I crawled into what I felt was my past
Through the forbidden path of lust

I mended crest with fallen when I beheld
The city gate of violence and carnage
Built with flickers of melancholic metals

I perceived from afar, treachery and mayhem
Beyond the heavy walls of my sight hood
Despondent crew of whores and slayers lavished

I shall feed my own flesh to the dogs and pigs
If it means waving goodbye to my past
And tread towards the beginning of my future

But I stand as a child of summer, expecting
The dreadful days of winter, they say, is coming
Even the finality of death will not end the torments of the time

A firm pillar will never succumb to the waft of storm
Nor will a rat ever bow to the queen of termites
I dare say; let the worst years come!

Written by: Fraulein Blossom Chinedu
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

SCENTED SHADOWS

 

Scented Shadows

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I.
Nervous hour a foiled track
scented shadows loosen grim
swell on the patch,
where a hope has taken shelter
page-turners in dissension
hang dreams in mellowed wrench.These yawns tear out the
frazzled lips
defy hearts to the hive of fear
so they may taste none from within.

Before harmattan glance through
an alarm shouting beyond words
glories hung on hallowed swords,
concealed but browbeaten thro
the empty soul of bolted prescience carved in fated conscience.

Scented shadows from echoes
of glassless frames,
raised before the very snubbed eyes
they have journeyed far from the forgotten,
hunting scented smokes in a circle of sighs that gaze at the sun above.

Let not thy heart vanish
to palls of nightmares
far away, where agony tarnish
rebranding a smile on cremated creeds,
thro and fro with hunting deeds
as dreams bored as testicle in its sway.

II.
Scented shadows sinked drain
wandering on this foiled lane
sniffing through patched walls
watering souls with frolic hope
hanging dreams on frayed rope.

Restless yawns wear hearts with tears
trekking through this melancholic hive
humming in teary strive
as the breeze cracked oily lips with fear.

Glories bound on hallowed ground
on our knees a step to bound
in our hearts a mercy seat
cresting souls upon empty sheet.

Scented shadows stood naked
on fated frames
tumbled, fumbled on rumbled slates
hunted by its scented smokes with hate
gazing at the sun’s ray with blurred fates
as we see our faults’ torments.

Shackled souls bleeds in pains
sheltered in the hollow of scented nightmares
as agony shrinks smiles
thro and fro blames roamed
tossed on fated wings
aiming to knock us down
from our dangling dreams
cocooned in its scented streams.

Written by: Oludipe Samuel Oyin and Moses Opara