NIGHTFALL

Award Wining Poem Of The WIN'A POET'REE CONTEST

May/June 2012 Edition.

Tell the traveller
Night must not meet him outside
The streets are bloodthirsty
Crawling up on unsuspecting strangers

MOTHER EARTH (by SIMEON ASIGBO- CASNOVEE)

many a time have your continents drifted and merged,

jostled like a twig on sea,

then cloven and sundered and slowly diverged,

while great mountains silently sank to thier knees.


Long and long were your eons of ice,

long were your decades of fire,

from time timeless has there been the bleeding of men,

and the darkness that cancels desire.

FORGIVE ME WHEN I WHINE

Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful
woman and wished I were as beautiful.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and wore a crutch.
But as she passed, she passed a smile.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two legs; the world is mine.

I stopped to buy some sweets
The lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it'd do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me,
"I thank you, you've been so kind.
It's nice to talk with folks like you.
You see," he said, "I'm blind."
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two eyes; the world is mine.

TELL THE AGED WIND (by OPETU EBIBOTE- SPILLING INK)

Tell my dreams to this aged wind

passing through with a force so weak

Tell him of my passion dwelling in the city's ruin

I have dreams that ache for reality

but live in the shackles of fantasy

Tell this aged wind

that my dreams are dead in sin

drown by the ocean and its dreadful beings

SONG OF THE EAST WILD WIND

Broken moon in a broken world

Lights shining scattered in a dark planet

Wisdom gone with the last August wind

Knowledge read only in myths and legends

Pity the crow, its years is many

Rummaging through a kingdom torn with glee

Glee I say in my deepest reasoning

But a world too many to be lighted

By that poor broken moon

AFRICAN DANCE

The Ikoro came to life with a roar

Dust and silent scream into the air and soar

The sun battles with the moon for a position in the sky

To watch the blissful movement of a charming sly

Birds of the air, perch and watch in awe

Captivated by the sight, they stare even her foe

She stood tall and firm like a goddess with grace

Beads decorating her bare chest and waist like a dress

Firm breast poised in an alluring position

Men lust after her like apes without reasoning

She moved, swinging her hips in a seductive manner

Dancing to the rhythm of the Ikoro like a flying banner

Her feet, a caress to the muffled grass

Filed with thorns and chips of glass.

Dancing and hopping with muffled shrills

With aching face in puzzling smiles.

LETTER TO HADES

Living in your dark solemn abode

As hot as a freezing burning furnace

I but wonder, does it not burn your bed?

An abode built with skulls of human

Painted with crimson blood of mortals

Soaring in the air are disgusting fragrance

From decayed body of souls you enslaved

Yet, you sit with ease, dining and feasting

On your rotten frozen meal, whilst living in

A hot alcove.