Inspired by "Oval Living" by CayCay Godwin
Wobbly teardrop poised to fall,
why do you have a Southern drawl?
And if I raise my eyes to look,
will I find you've grown into a brook
on a face that's all aquiver,
ruefully destined to be a river,
joining tears of sisters and brothers,
in life's ocean made by mothers.
Place PoemTitle Poet
Contest Winner Medal 1 My Heart's Need - Paz Andrea Dietrich
Contest Winner Medal 1 No One's There - Paz Craig Cornish
Contest Winner Medal 1 Loss of Self - Paz Constance La France
Contest Winner Medal 1 Breath of the Path-Paz Sotto Poet
Contest Winner Medal 2 Field of Brambles-Paz Frederic Parker
Contest Winner Medal 2 Sweetly lost together - Paz Harriet Coppard
Contest Winner Medal 2 You Stand Alone - Paz Sandra Haight
Contest Winner Medal 3 The Isolated Lonely --Paz Sara Kendrick
Contest Winner Medal 3 Into Quiet Becoming - Paz Victoria D.
Contest Winner Medal 3 Saudade in Trees-Paz John Anderson
4 Hide and Seek-Paz Kim Rodrigues
4 I AM ELSEWHERE - Paz sara Etgen-Baker
4 Lap Of Nature - Paz Zohra Jabeen
5 Stripped Utterly Alone --Paz Eve Roper
5 When Time Tripped - PAZ CayCay Godwin
1
Autumn, harmattan
—forest everywhere
births green or rust hue
2
Harmattan
—my lips are eager
to map the season
3
Fog-ensnared ocean:
fishermen gasp
in the net of harmattan
©Nket Godwin
What think you about Penguin
How as a bird quite genuine?
Yes, it’s a sea bird: penguin?
About future flights sanguine?
Chatting up was I Edwin,
Who really seemed set to win
Both a fair Mr. Godwin
And fairer me on Penguin
Being like Idolized Dolphin:
To man no less The Friendly;
Hence, needs less The Unfriendly…
A face you’d have named florid
Like lightning flashed The Livid
And breaths once much calm full flares,
That could ignite a race: hare’s
“A bird pretending a fish
Don’t match with man made a fish…
As you do gods shall bless you
And the next Elijah – you”
An Ode To The Hearth
Everything born is birth
Anything dies is dead
Nothing ever really changes
Because nothing is new
Life is given
This same life is taken.
Emptied dreams
Emptied hopes and aspirations
At the river Styx eternally floats.
Lukewarm; of what is hot
And of what is cold?
Man's infinitesimal problems
Take all his times, for human life is
Indeed vain and strife;
Living to impress others impressing others.
Oh mother hearth,
Be revered, for home is
Where lies true love and companionship
Even at the end of civilization
Let there be thy ever burning fire
In our hearts, reassuring
Serendipitous.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
Mini Series About Wshington by Godwin
While Washington had been riding,
About him we we5e all confiding;
Each soldier,
Becoming older;
From the enemy many were hiding.
We could hear each cannon roar,
And enemy shot more and more;
Freedom have been fighting for.
Jim Horn
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Our Own Heroes
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"We,
Birthed by parents;
Without prior planning
For a proper alignment
of their kids destiny,
yet,
Here we are,
Our own very selves,
Our own heroes!"
We Are,
Our Own Heroes
We've come this far;
gods in human form.
We've visited the very eye of the storm of life;
Waded through the jungle of life's harsh reality...
Bathed in its gore and ruthlessness.
We've seen it all;
Yet still standing,
lording over our eventful conquest in our own little way...savouring the pleasure of a victory earned through combat...a combat of will.
Though, without a grand ceremony to honor our presence among mortals;
Yet, we will lay claim to our divine trumpets,
We will horn our praise till the rest of the celestials join in our unsavoury dance...
The dance of the Immortals.
With it, we will build an atmosphere of gaiety and galore... an atmosphere of a distinct piety.
Then, we shall boldly say, facing the mortal world:
We Are Our Own Heroes!
Peter Ekhator Godwin Iyendoe (pegi)
ghops
Copyright © Speare Earth Poetry | Year Posted 2019
( a before independent Nigeria, excerpt )
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At night
He came with his family;
The whole band,
All looking somewhat tired and hungry.
Oga!
He shouted, and then a quick grin.
Month end don pass ooo,
And you promised
To pay on demand the Sum of Ten shillings’
You remember?
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
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Mother Says
Mother says biko hapumaka
Je suis fatigué
These things keep revolving
Maybe not like a revolver
If i could only take a sling shot
Hit this situation in the groin
Mother says biko cherum
Be patient oh!
À perte de vue
Tout macherait comme sur des roulettes dit maman
She who would do the impossible
She who would beat the odds
She who is my god in second.
She who starves for her child to eat
She whose tears soften hard rocks
She who is my god, the second
Mother says, jowo oko mi kan se daradara ti o le se
And you'll make it out somehow
O so ti o ba ti mura
Hold my hands, close your eyes
Et laissez-moi vous guilde à travers ce monde sans âme
'Orisha bi iya osi laye yi'
Mother says, jowo mase binu si ibinu
Sabali, soyez patient en tout temps
Be careful enough not to stay out too long
And don't do things you shouldn't,
Do miss me when I'm gone.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
X
Obiozo Osariemen Emmanuel Dr.Jay
To The Man Who Fishes At The Beach
This is to the man who fishes
At the oceans.
The beaches
With wooden boats
Equipped with Yamaha engines
Well crafted to keep the salty water out.
A fisherman's most prize possession;
The source of his living.
He who sometimes count gains over losses
Viz a viz
For none truly fishes
For the 'love of the sea'
This is to the man who fishes
At the beaches
If it rains
And it pours
Under the sun
When it burns
He is at sea
On a boat
Hopes blink
He prayest gainst a tempest
For if he drowns
His body bloat
Lost in the ocean
For none truly is at home in the sea.
This is to the man who fishes
At the beach,
Whose will is way too strong;
For he's a man
Not dead
Not living
But at sea.
His hands swollen and cold
Feet dismantled
Always weary and exhausted
Every job and its hazard?
But only the brave
Or Fools go to sea
For the ocean is death
And death cares not if a
Man eat or starve..
ghops (GODWIN HENRY OSAIGBOVO PA SHAKESPEARE)
Mother
Better lose the saddle than the horse’.
Every mother’s voice echo these 7 words
To her child, not just out of love,
Not entirely for love but for joy.
The joy of motherhood.
This life will be hard (they say)
Nwa m, ma o ga-adiri gi mma
She assures her young child.
n’ihi na o buru na nwatakiri adighi
Enwe oganihu o no n’aka nne
The pains of motherhood.
A mother is a child’s guide through life.
Come, follow me, close your eyes
Think of the rose, and let us go;
She said to her child at birth.
The duty of motherhood.
Nne enweghi onu ahia
A woman who has children, does not die.
She is a mother, in life and beyond.
Her name forever in the hearts of her children
And their children.
Her presence felt through memories when she’s gone.
Every child will grow up,
Age and fade off with time.
This life cycle of ours is like a river,
It goes and comes.
But a mother’s milk is priceless.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
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In These Days,We Prayed...
If you fall,
Get up
Dust yourself,
Your burdens is not
For everyone
Its yours to bear,
Your cross to carry
Fix your life.
If money really
And truly
Brings happiness?
Why then
Do we often
See rich people
Take their own lives
Be contented,
Still live a life.
live life regardless...
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
©SpeareEarthPoetry2019
Fight
For obstacles are nought,
Lest we accept it is.
Fight
For dreams only become goals
When actions are taken towards its achievement.
Fight
For no man is paid for having a head and hands;
But for putting them to use.
Fight
For no great man ever had it easy;
Whatever we do, shouldn't be done halfway.
Fight
For the greatest glory in living lies not
In never failing, but in rising up after every fall.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
©speareEarthPoetry2019
In these Days, We Prayed
April 12, 2013
ÉGHÉ (Time)
?
WÉGHÉ'
With time
The barren becomes pregnant
With time
The pregnant woman becomes a mother
With time
the mother becomes a daughter
With time
The married woman becomes a widow
With time
The childless widow becomes an object
Of obscurity and weak pity.
With time
An hero's deeds are told as stories
While great events become myths
And Once-Upon-A-Time.
For with time
Mountains metamorphose to sand
Rivers turn farmland
And Hills reduce to slime.
And time
frowns nor smiles on nothing
neither does he give nor take anything
for only a fool boast with a dime.
Oh time
you are too slow but yet so fast
For our tomorrow becomes yesterday
Like the uncertain colouration of a lime.
Man is a slave to time
As all men will answer to the call of time.
For the authority he exacts is divine
Nothing happens without the
Consent of time.
The past is Time
The present is Time
The future is Time
And Éghé himself is
Time..
?
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
How To Become Fireflies
For a man to live
He must first be born.
For a man to be called
He must first speak in tongues.
For a man to believe
He must first see not hear.
For the lost of a mother
Leaves a child in a state of eternal grief.
For a man to pen writes
He must first learn to lie.
For gods do not laugh or smile
When humans offer their head as sacrifice.
For a man to learn the ways of the ancestors
He must first learn to die.
For the living have no business with the dead
Whose fate is neither known nor stated.
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For a man to be a firefly
He must first learn to give up his life.
How? He must learn to fly without wings.
For to be a firefly is to be;
The soft voice liberating stranded souls in Aba.
*[ Prologue, Cleanse The Home ]*
_As Written By:_
*Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare et Obosa Brait*
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