I am your renegade, the lingering stump of thought Bearing burden seeds to your heart’s garden: I am the remains of a stormy drought Sweeping through your brazen nerves, hidden I am the cold challenge spearing and searing, Slinging with tacit tact, your sold emotions. I am your lost breath swaying and sneering At your want for my coveted touch I am the black star you cannot own its existence Who...
Turning and turning in these widening gyresThe falconer is lost in this blind falcon chaseThis death trace viciously curvedHolds but nerves for his set resolveAs he splatters his lying hearts to the grieved falcon raceThe falconer, phoenix born, lives anew, rebornMaintaining its unmended curveas the falcons grievously answer.The gong song bleats with bloodHer song was smeared with naked hopes...
Delta today,Empty heads beat their gongsAnd wield Bribery’s handTo sway the tip of the balanceIn the cat race for the senatorial hall.Today Delta,Men with missing heartsAgain, robe and invest in corruptionTo rip the economy of her trickling wealthToday Delta,Delta is called to answerAnd lend her handTo the lingering rape of society.Today marks the new dawn of our harsh sun.The new song of...
An expression penned down by Osasere Rutherford Bright, chief poet Rolling Starz Poetry ClubThe fame of a warriorLies in his muscles.The fame of a skillful brain teaserLies in his mental observation.Yesterday saw itselfBut tomorrow hopes.And if it does come,It becomes yesterday!The green trees that sway in airFor my oxygenTurn brown when the sun circles its pains.In nature another is bornFor my...
Mama, don’t cry.Your son is coming…coming to drain your tearsfrom the sucken valleysof your swollen red eyes.Mama, it is time to sing.Sing the sweet songs…songs that merry my heart…melodious music of nightingaleswhen the storm is calm.Black mama,embrace the son of your boss.Run, with open armsand kiss his homecoming.From Alcatraz of slavery,den of beligerent ogres,he has...
We are naked soulsIn divided chambersLike twin kernelsSevered by a thin wall.My soul lies in self-amazementBlinded to the burning sunAs the heart ticks away the time.No hands to pause the fleeing hourIn journey circumferentiallyDreadful, snaky motionDrinking the last drop of my hope.Yet in the forest I lieOn the dust of patienceAnd watch the moon conjugate the sunIn matrimonial bliss.My thought...
My Heart!Bleeding emotionsCoursing through my sole’s rein.I bleed more of this tapestryAs I see the dancing coloursOf the Ivy of true loveAs I am drawn naked to the sizzling flame of hungerAs I lie in wait for sunshineFor my fatherland.As I spring again to fight again,Strengthless, I flail and fling my remains.Towards the skypole, lingeringWith shreds of fingerprintsGlued to this pole...
“My Grandmother” My maternal grandmother was a village, My mother is a city. I learnt long life from my grandmother Because my mother is a fantasy of illusion; Chasing life that is debouching from her! Yet, she gets night blindness While my grandmother saw at darkness with her three eyes. The village once healed my soul’s sore And juiced my sour mouth. But in my mother, I become a...
I have a wonderful storyCulled from a true life storyOr perhaps a historyOf a man filled with gloryAnd a country filled with gloryThough some made it goryBy their corrupt selfish bigotry To cut short the long storyThe man’s name is BuharyKnown as GMB by JerryAnd According to dairyOf those with memoryAnd those knows historyHe is the incorruptible cavalryHe was first among the infantryBut...
morning sun smilesI spin the words,Lost like dreamsIn its art at night.I rock and driftVexed in thoughtsFrenzy’s lute playsRapture of music.Words are sprinkledIn my room, I sit,Faster than waterFalling from hills.They shine greenOn trees of morn,Transport my mindTestify to the truth unseen.Words are starsI am the sky,I am grassThey have a green hue. They are flowersI am the gardener.The blissful...
