HERO OF THE WEEK

HERO OF THE WEEK
POET OF THE WEEK: DAN DEDIVER OBODOEFUNA . "SONNET VIII (18th April, 2013)

Saturday 2 June 2012

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.