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If Nigeria was a book, what type of book would it be I wonder
Would the story be great, I ponder?
Or would it be dull with no thrills like a cloudless night without stars
Would it tell of the history of a land so warm with love and peace?
And of the stories of our heroes’ past, warriors though not from mars
Men who fought for a dream of a greater tomorrow without a plan in sight
To build a country vibrant and strong like the great rock of Gibraltar
If Nigeria was a book, what type of book will it be I wonder
Would the story be true to life and tell of her current struggles, I ponder?
A lackluster nation, whose back is bent under the weight of bad governance and insecurity
A people with potentials but no real development, without joy, without hope
The giant of Africa? But this giant is so lame, so lame it is afraid of its shadow
What a waste, a shame and it breaks my heart
If Nigeria was a book, what type of book would it be I wonder
Would it be written about her future despite the present, I ponder?
A super story of success and great accomplishments
Of well-made roads, brightened by uninterrupted power at night
A prosperous nation built by knowledgeable and skilled citizens
The giant awakened finally and moving with strides akin to swaga
A community of people as bright as day, brimming with joy like a roaring ocean
If Nigeria was a book, I know it would be a blend of many plots
I have no doubts the story will have a super ending- A best seller for sure!
Boys To Men
Of twenty-one years, the world
A boy's path becomes a man's
He stands at a new threshold
The future is his to forge
With a strong and knowing mind
He takes the first adult step
Leaving boyhood behind him
Girls to Women
At the door of her new age
She leaves her youth far behind
A woman steps out to meet
Her world where she'll make dreams bloom
Future's hers to shape anew
With courage met every day
Boundless capability
Neutral to Potential
To your new, twenty-first year
The past two decades recede
The world is a blank canvas
Your own vibrant path unfurls
Embrace what you will become
With heart and a broader life
The future is yours to shape
Line of enquiry.
It’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”
Phantoms of constant fog create a zombie state of existence,
feeling worthless, your barriers offer demons no resistance.
Thoughts drift into a hazy labyrinth of toxic wilderness,
you're wide awake, but the mind's sleeping in fields of bitterness.
Dark shadows of silhouettes in shrouds start to frighten,
so you search for stimulation, for your eyes to enlighten.
To hush these' car crash' carnage echoes of violence,
soul seeks refuge away from ego to master silence.
To wander under blue sunny skies with caffeine clarity.
To cleanse in waterfalls that lead to principles of purity.
When you no longer dance with the Devil's temptations,
serenades of resurrection release suppressed frustrations.
Spirit soars, humming the repetition of a sweet refrain,
as you break away from the monotony of past pain.
In the muteness of stillness the heart learns to let go,
flourishing like the first daffodil after months of snow.
The whispering breeze across the vibrant landscape,
gliding beneath the cerulean sky of serenading spring,
turned into the menacing suspect of a sudden scare
of the invisible danger slyly afloat, changing our lives.
In entangled social web of modern life of collapsed space,
the distance created on the lone track of changing times,
enlarged perforce at the compulsion of survival instinct,
widened gap in sense of proximity will remain unclosed,
In the dusk sky I still see the sunburst spectral splendor,
the rays of hope paint golden lines on the gloomy clouds.
It won’t be long in the draft of fresh air they’ll drift away,
darting shadow will tell us it’s time to revere ruined nature.
From the debris of abominable nightmare mankind will rise
like the sphinx in the enlivening gleam of the new dawn.
Free from confined psyche let’s tell all the birds of the earth,
sing now the farewell swansong for the invisible invader.
April 26, 2020
Title chosen : Sing Now, All The Birds Of The Earth
Contest : Pick-A-Title. Vol 16-Free Verse 2
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Each year I plant an herbal garden
very near a stand of mulberry trees
and every Spring when they're in bloom
they attract butterflies and honey bees.
This morning, as I tended the sweet basil,
a young Monarch landed close to my hand.
Then, a cloud of them swirled around me,
and flew back to the mulberry trees to land.
For that moment I dared not move an inch,
mesmerized by the wooshing of their wings.
It was so memorable, that I'll never forget.
Their humming was like a song Nature sings.
I watched them flutter. Thirty, maybe more
before clinging on to leaves of vibrant green.
Their bold colors of black, orange and gold
looked just like petals as I watched them glean.
Hands move hastily, yet gentle
Perfecting the design
With creative fingers, sensitive
To the clay, the substance
That will be brought to life
With the subtle hints of wonder
Hands shift clay into pieces
Of earthen vessels, vibrant pottery
Terra cotta turned into graceful
Jugs. Pitchers and bowls
Delicious works from strokes
Both tender and persuasive
Hands change clay from soft
Supple mud to delicate formations
Brought to life by enchanting
Hearts who give their best to craft
Out containers worthy of the word
Perfection, flawless, whole, finished
Like God above who works with us
Creating something wonderful,
Something complete and whole
Because He gives the very best
To those He ingeniously changes
From dirty mud to miraculous creations
Jeremiah 18:6 (KJV) O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as the potter? saith the Lord. Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.
“It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all”
For the gift of love is our human call,
Miles can’t hold you from what you desire,
Deep in your soul love rages like fire,
Borders can’t stop the beat in your chest,
For love has first place above all of the rest,
Love heals the broken and mends the sick,
Love supply’s a candle with its wick,
It knocks on the door and can be very persistent,
Love is capable of being very resistant,
The stars are much brighter and the moon has a more vibrant glow,
No one can say where true love can go,
Even though the risk can be high,
That one day you may have to say goodbye,
Your spirit will sing and your soul will fly,
Love will cancel out all the tears you may have cried,
Unfortunately sometimes love does come to an end,
Your deepest memories become your closest friend,
Even though the taste of love may be bitter sweet,
The fact that you had love is better than it being obsolete,
For the nights of passion and days of glory,
You can hold deep inside as your personal story,
Even if loves wound becomes deep,
And there are nights that come where you cannot sleep,
The reason behind it is all very clear,
When you’re in love everything else just disappears,
We don’t think about it ever fading away,
And how it would feel if the sky just turned gray,
Though the seasons may turn
To the dimmest nights of winter,
And darkness may invade like an intrusive splinter,
Hidden inside the gash of this pain,
There is a love so pure that noone else can obtain,
Remember to see the greater picture,
It is even written in biblical scriptures,
That true love never fails,
Even after her ship has sailed,
So when you have love hold it tight,
For one day you may lose its sight,
Cherish every single day,
For just like a bird it may fly away,
Never regret the time spent in paradise,
However, remember sometimes true love pays a price.
By: Sabina Nicole
Depression, like the pits and ditches of my heart,
With clear water, like that of blood, does life impart;
Adorning the environs like valued jewels,
Dear lake, how clearly clean cool water in you pools...!
Treasures of art, architecture and ancient tales,
Cultural congruence is hidden in your veils;
My valor, values, and vibrant vivacity,
Draw their vitality from your mortality...!
Within your chilly waters I cheerfully play,
Like an elephant or hippopotamus stay;
Within your womb are ponds, streams, springs and glacial mass,
Serenity, calmness, and composure en-mass...!
I swim, row boat, aqua cycle, and kayaking,
I refresh my bored life with soul-skiing, sailing;
You bring within me optimism, love for nature,
Capable, confident, and love for each creature...!
How I wish to visit countries highest in lakes!
I desire to relish these and forget my aches;
Tracing, transfiguring, and transforming, our drives,
O lake! Perpetually you prosper our lives...!!!
16 March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'L' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhymezone.
Syllables Checked At: Howmanysyllables.
The vibrant colours of a Venice day
Are muted now, and drained to sombre grey,
As huddled shades of countless long past years,
Sharing their tears and ever constant fears,
Silent, intangible, diffused, now roam,
In tones of dank, primeval monochrome.
Sweet Melancholy breathes her mawkish air
As stony faces add their baleful stare,
Sightless, yet knowing well within their core
The days of pageant, and the grief, of yore.
These shifting nearly-souls of latter day
In sorrow, and against their will, they stay.
As pigeons bleakly view the scene below,
The church bells, softly stifled, peal, as though
In cotton wool. Canal sounds harmonise,
And gently rhythmic solace therein lies,
Easing the pain of those the city shuns,
Her unseen, phantom, long-forgotten sons.
The rich, deep tone of the skins of the Chewa people of Malawi reflects an image of a race that has seen the passage of time. They have adapted with resilience and strength to the challenges posed by the relentless sun.
The dark hue of their skins, like the fine edge of our galaxy, embodies identity and heritage. A heritage of a culture so vibrant, and an identity rooted in resilience. The Chewa, the black of Malawi, is a symbol of enduring strength.
Their traditions are woven into the very fabric of the land, from the rhythmic dances to the sacred rituals, so grand. Their voices, like echoes from ancient times, tell tales of old, of a people united, with spirits bold, and hearts of gold.