I will not live in much fancy buildings When a bungalow, flat, single will do Neither a painted sculpture do I woo Few are things novel as nature’s thrilling Like streams of beauty in your face, drilling Yet deny me this and that in the blue And the prospect that I may be your boo … Continue reading FEW ARE THINGS NOVEL AS NATURE’S THRILLING (Petrarchan Sonnet)
How fairing shall it be to these men’s ears A curse, good news? That an unplucked Flower So does breathes and shines in this time of ours; ‘Cause our eyes blind to the beauty she wears? Or wise she was, the hurts of the world fear; May stir her milk until it becomes sour, Unpleasant … Continue reading BEFORE MEN’S EYES LIKE MINE SO ECLIPSING (Petrarchan Sonnet)
You will never experience how powerful the word I CAN is,until you put it to use. Before this write-up, I used to think, “I can’t write!”. I allowed different thoughts to cross my mind. Thoughts like- I can’t, it is a waste of time or even that how many will appreciate it. But I was … Continue reading Yes! I Can – The Power Of Positive Thinking
C hrist, the way, truth and light- the essence of C hristmas H allowed be thy name.Salvation of the lost, we H erald R eveling the presence of your majesty, in silent R everie! I ncense we burn- hallelujah to the most ‘I’ S o severely burnt- the devil in S orrow! T ill eternity, … Continue reading Christmas
The anthem reverberated in our head That we were the leaders of tomorrow So young and naive, like morons, We awaited the day of manifestation. Alas, they only camouflaged to rule And we marched to their sweet verse, “The leaders of tomorrow”, But tomorrow never came! We stood by and watched them, Shadowed by the … Continue reading The Anthem
Sparkling into the window of our eyes, Through the mirror of the sky And upon our restless ears- Are fireworks tursling for space, In the territory they strive only to beautify In the light of a great euphoria; A euphoria of victory over 2012 Stamping our feet upon it to extinction Frowning at the wings … Continue reading Joyful Crossover
I can’t but imagine what this day has to offer With a day so cold as an ice Perhaps the cold was intensified by the morning dew Even the birds can’t help but sing to my ears. Boys and girls are set for school The working class must meet up with time And here I’m in this murky room While I dash my chances of a lifetime. Suddenly, the sun peeked at me from behind the cloud I need not anyone to tell me my chances are bright But to seize them and hope my labours are crowned Coz I took my chances right. Day and Night I’ll pray Hardwork they say pays In faith I’ll work my way To see my chances pave way.
Bitter or sweet, it all begins from the heart My thoughts, my feelings, creates an image within Like a secret longing to be revealed through a medium It remains unknown to the universe. In the agony of my deep thoughts Nature smiled at me, and it glistened like the sunset Definitely, a new hope is born The hope to share my thoughts in writing A poetic work of Art. A poetic work of Art There you can reach my thoughts So beautiful, it reflects the heart A ‘Priceless’ tool that can’t be bought. With the power of Art I’ll effect change Where poetry leads I’ll follow!
Like a misled adventurer in search of the Golden Fleece, On this path, Nigeria was made to venture As concocted by the pleasure of her colonial masters. As the hey days of tribulation beckoned, She was strengthened with passion and agility to endure. But as her offspring cohered their aggressions The Union Jack came to … Continue reading Nigeria – 52 Years After
It’s inexplicable how some situations in life could suddenly become real. The way we met, I don’t know if I should call it a coincidence or luck or chance. Many a times I’ve heard of the saying- ‘love at first sight’; perhaps it’s possible especially as it seemed quite a number of people have been … Continue reading On A Sabbath Day
I travelled north, south, west and east of the world Still I can’t find the Dark Continent If it exists, perhaps I can only decipher the meaning of the word And hope it create the image in the heart. In primitive era, it lived unconcious of the outside world Until they invaded its territory- Culture … Continue reading The Dark Continent
In the balmy air of the twilight My body and soul adventured With a damp which promises of rain The hurly-burly of the city seemed to be trapped in its closet. I stepped out from the comfort of my bed My hands flatly stretched And as hope smiled at me A single drop of rain … Continue reading A Single Drop Of Rain
Like a misled adventurer in search of the golden fleece On this path, Nigeria was made to venture As concocted by the pleasure of her colonial masters As the heyday tribulation beckoned She was strenghtened with passion and agility to endure But as her offsprings cohered their aggressions And Union Jack came to reckon Behold- … Continue reading Nigeria At 52 Years After