My Poetry Diary

The memoir of twenty sixteen, Plenty pages, but empty in-between, The sky was crimson red in summer Naira to Dollar came like a stunner, The menace of power came like the desert sun, Even the extremists came with their purging  guns, They scorched my kinsmen to an ovum beat, We lost some good people to their flaming pit, The Cemetery was heavier in autumn; Its wind took my town-ship to the bottom, I heard their wailings even at the dusk, They lie on the street and smell like musk, Our solace came from the freed Chibok girls, After nearly 3 years in the devil snares, Those with the Sceptre took covenant with the devil, They used our girls and resources to settle… The Falcons soared through the hideous clouds, Amidst the lightening shredding their shrouds, Back at their nests, those golden eggs were gone; They were taken and re-laid as spawns, The roads has swallowed more on its lanes, It spilled countless bloods from our tinny veins, Plenty pot-holes to po

Let the peace from above descend now, Come to us like the freshness of an ocean breeze, The crisis though is strong, so I don’t know how.. Still we pray for all inner turbulence to cease; O’ peace, we have been waiting for long; Set yourself free from the shackles of men, Come speedily now to correct all wrongs, I heard the whirl sound; From a tiny voice afar; Little ones on a Zion bound; Trembling till their mind torn apart. We all agreed that peace is possible; Why the sudden massacre? My clansmen this is horrible; Another battle is brewing; Like a decade palm wine ferment; This crisis is all our doing; Aren't you tired as the children lament? Each time I hear the infants cry, Or the weeping from the mothers, Those thoughts make one dry, Let the peace from above descend now, And fill our mind like the holy Ghost, We will open our heart to you; I vow.. Peace come to us like an heavenly host, All the good people of my cla

Did you get my Letter?, A parchment of three scrolls, Wrapped with the stalk of rose petals, Which I wrote on the wake of every crow, Did you get my letter? I sent it through a trusted friend, An ally that’s the better, Better than the unseen faces to send, Did you get my letter? Through the wind from my imaginary windowsill, Even though I may be fetter’d, Am just wondering if you still remember me still, Did you get me letter? Within its line I poured out my consciousness, So choked to the throat of this weather, Still I remain one with my righteousness, Only few years away in this hole, My clansmen bundled me away with strangers, I blindly warm up to the shackles of my foes, I saw the blue sky but not the dangers, It caught me ghastly behind its trapdoor, A quicksand to my humble leg to fight, I saw them, My clansmen – my captor, They sent me here for an eternity night, So they can unguardedly mutilate our salt, The precious sa

It is in your eyes, The fire, the attraction; Softy in them thy beauty lies, A place to savour satisfaction; We may twine at the moment, Like the lily and moth seduction, Faraway you seems, my torment; Your body I have none, still an imagination, Take me through your earthly stars, Guide me through to elevation Let me swim through to your softy mars, Thou a beauty of motivation, Your eyes, Your eyes The fire, a chain reaction, It can melt the bravest ice, I call you a motivation, So luscious thy velvet-black eyebrows, Crystal clear like the Seraph eyes So magnificent thy crystal eyeballs, Deep motivation flows from your eyes, In your eyes, every thing is bright, It illuminates like a night constellation So angelic, it radiates the light, In your eyes, there is motivation, Your lips, your lips Its softness, my intoxication Your lips, your lips I call you motivation Let me explore your depth, To savor the comfort of your chest,

I know the colour of love, Undeniably the same as your eyes, So transcendental and only from above, Like the trails of Elysian butterflies, It's neither red, white nor blue, It's like the infernal Vatican height,  It's like the softness of the morning dew; It's like the reflection of the starlight, Soak me up till am hued, Paint me with thy colour of truth, Let it bring out my beauty anew, And I will sing a melodious tune.. A tune like that of the birds, The ones that hums blissfully at thy gate, Let thy colour illuminate my words,  A life to my erstwhile boring state I know the colour of love,  It's like watching twilight from a mountain top, Like in a breezy country side fall, Those feelings like flying with the rain drop, Let me soak myself in your paints, Print all over me your colourful celestial scripts, Like that used for Mona Lisa and the saints, Brush me with the softness of your lips, With a taste of your love and beauty,

Seven years ago, Old buddies made a pact; Just seventeen months ago Gladstone took the ethereal path. The Saxophonic of your voice; Like a soft rain that appeases rancour, The silence now from thy seamless toils; They awaken me to thy candour, Another of my clansman is gone, Another mighty star has fallen; The finest of the stars of a sun; Gladstone has heeded to another calling. It's well beyond three days, July 6th 2015 has left a trace; Lazarus received his after three days; Unquestionable God, we bowed to thy face. For Gladstone, we again asked Why? We all one day will surely die; Never seen a man so kind at heart; Until Gladstone crossed my path. The last time we saw; It was the last time we played; The last time we saw; It was the last time we prayed. Gladstone my mate ! What a fate !! Is this another test of faith? Now Salvation is late. "Pressy GQ, a dearest husband" Like Abraham, you are a father to many; This generation w

From my little room window I saw, A silhouette of a being in grey like hay, He was hollow, lost and worn, His face brazed like a jointed clay; He muted and he sauntered;  He squeezed the pint for another drop; He kicked the dust and muttered;  That when will he get nourished at the top? To meet the redeemer, saviour and friend, A better place from earthy hitches;  Where torn souls can rise and mend, And forget the thirty shades of his ditches. Thirty years, he traversed this road, Soon he will be sixty years old, How many stories of him being told, Maybe none or just untold, He has neither diamond nor gold, Even a blanket to keep off the cold, The luxury of love is a luxury load, Those lonely heart has just been sold.. Sold mysteriously with a deity code, A code those tyrant has sowed, Within their circus this being leaped like toad, Wondering when will he reap all he sowed? Faraway thou seems O' dream, So far like the stars

At the other side, Their silhouette beckons, We murdered their pride Their tears we unoften reckon Oh, the silent eyes wails, Their bittered lips quaked When all else fails; No one at their aid.. Their heavy heart sails, Every night at mercy bay, No more vitality in their veins, With hunger and loss, they lay At the other side, My aperture clicked, Like a lily that went dried; The unsheltered ones limped Oh, their ebony flesh flakes, They walk among the living like a ghost, Their ghostly spirit further breaks, As none to call their host, We threw them coin for cakes, My Clansmen and I kill them the most, They silently hope for daybreaks, Maybe a better stake at your post, At the other side, We stood aloof and watch Some shook their heads and sighed; Helping now looks like a botch, Oh, their bones stood at frail, They twine with hunger like a friend, Every night, they shiver in the gale, Wondering when their su