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...
I am the child of the shadowy hillsRare is my birth from the hard rocksIn solitude, I travel at a high pace.Bows to thorns bleeding my faceTiding pain in my heart, I strongly growSmiles and tears never defy my goal.I am forced by destiny to go to seaGoing back to the womb, where beganOblivious of it by time’s illusory spell.I am dried up under the summer sunSickly breathe on the way in a little...
Mother, I am your mirror of silvery lookYour reflection speaks of me,Though you grow old speed’st as winterI grow as the kindling spring,When I grow as a radiant flower, so brightYou are the colours of my petalsGaze your image so true you only know.Still you are my ocean boundless in loveFlowing with my feet wherever I move,So many oceans you are of godly powerIt is an ocean in your eyesYet...
The sun comes out of empty spaceDispels darkness in its blessed light,Persistently works for us till the duskParting it yields a treasure rare.The stars in chorus sing of dreamsWaking we discover a sea of hope,We twinkle till the dawn of our goalsWe fitly pull our little life to shore,Born from the dark the moon glittersLights each shadow in its sombre flight,Creep into buds of lily in kindly...
