HERO OF THE WEEK

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

Monday 13 May 2013

MEMORIES
















Lead my frail soul
Out of this fag maze
For where lies my sweetness
My pain and hurt sprung.
I could yearn for you an hundred times
Yet satisfied emptiness caress my linen
Your arms are rosy and deep
But I fear the thorns that lay beneath it
I watched your words melt;
Like the golden morning dew on petals
And caper
I could have run but I crave for
The hurtful love you gave.

Lead my frail soul
Out of this fag maze


Take me far away into the desert
Perhaps, her dryness can wither this pain
What is in this macho to show off;
When the bravery lies in the thighs
Of the lady divine?
Indeed! Lamentations are for the weak
I offered cherries and strawberries
You gave me raspberry and lime instead
It has all come to waste,
All the waltz in the moonlight ballroom.

Lead my frail soul
Out of this sad memories
If equal affection can never be
I’ve always pray; let the more
Loving one be me.
If without you is a paradise
Then; let me wear affliction like a robe
And paddle the canoe along hell
Even Lazarus could have been brave
Yet he chose to dine with dogs
I hurt but I love you no less.

These memories are painful
These memories are my illusions
These memories are me!



By: CHIMA PRECIOUS ADAORA (SACRED TESS)
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WHAT SHALL I OF THEE WRITE?

















"So what shall I therefore about thee write,
That'll stand with strength beside nature's splendour,
Thy heav'nly hues which portraits chimney white,
Or soul, embeded with most-graced savour".

"What priceless wealth as beauty thou beholds,
That poets wherefore be espoused to more words,
Perchance a vast'r miraged feels to thy holds,
That meaners men should therefore vaunt with words".

"But when in mind of mine these thoughts arrive,
With blessed words that bids me 'o dear vent'
Neither in foulery conceit shall i strive,
But 'pparel gilded with silvery consent".

"Thy earthly saint, be bluer than even'ing skies.
Might them, but i shalln't thee adorn with lies".
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By: AMAZU DONALD MARIO IFEANYI
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ABIKU























She sat atop the Boabab
Obscured by its gnarled limbs
Scanning the ageless grassland
She felt an uncanny chill
A vivid memory burst upon her
Of her journeys to primordial beginings
An ereie reality of many lives
Unravelling the mysteries of her origin.

In the begining was a stone
Deathless and old
Then the stone begot a road
A famished road
And the road begot her children
Who never grow old
Unencubered by the mannacles of time
They thrived a vengeful horde.

She was of this wrathful children
Whose fury is fiery and cold
That plague the womb of women
With ceaseless rebirth and woe
Now tired of its monotonous rudiment
She yearned to serenly grow old
So her pact, she broke to fragments
Thus her companions became her foes.

They plague her every hour
With wraiths and visions of doom
Her joy they`ve turned sour
With songs in lapis lazuli tunes
Makin her crave that ancient river
With shores of coloured dunes
Perhaps they need not bother
For without beauty, oblivion sweetly looms.



By: VICTOR OBODOEFUNA (Cassini)
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DA'SACRED IS ONE















DA'SACRED IS ONE

Blow the horns, sound the trumpets,

upon high sounding cymbals,
with organs and harps,
let the name echoe in thousand cheers, 

Da'sacred is ONE!

Dancing hips,

leaping heels,
merry hearts, clapping hands,
praising lips,
let the name be proclaim in thousand cheers,

 Da'sacred is ONE!

HEARKEN TO YOUR MANHOOD
















Morning through night I ask myself
Could lust bring love to my heart?
When I discern the shapes of angels
Weaved in a body so enticing
Why would the daughters of Eve act so?
When they had caused man to fall first
Lust runs in their very step
For the ground leave their foot print on
What would be my gain if I fall again?
But the answers lie in the fires in my loins