SOAP-BARS (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize Judge Emmanuel-Abdalmasih Samson)

like soap-bars in water we dissolve (un)(ab)used BIOGRAPHY: Emmanuel-Abdalmasih Samson is a purpose teacher, marriage and family counsellor, youth and children coach, purpose-driven leadership trainer, nation builder and poet. TAKE ON COMPETITION: Reading through the poems was a tour guide into new and strange places. I followed to see where they wanted me to go,… Continue reading SOAP-BARS (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize Judge Emmanuel-Abdalmasih Samson)

MONUMENT TO FREEDOM (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize Judge Jeff Unaegbu)

How many more Wills will Habit deceive? Fettered and guillotined, souls rest in tears! How endless lost souls dreamily receive Death’s melody, not Admonition’s fears! For Eve was a beauty— unsoiled, unharmed, Playing in the lawns of peaceful Eden. Adam danced with bears— unwary, unarmed. What stranger to pain! What icon of men! And, of… Continue reading MONUMENT TO FREEDOM (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize Judge Jeff Unaegbu)

SO YOU WANNA WRITE HAIKU? (by Daniel Kosower)

Haiku is based on simplicity, and simplifying what is complex. Haiku in it’s most simple expression with the one voice the rhythm of Hai Ku,  a simple yet fascinating art of the Samurai Warriors. The rule is simple, it must be consistent from beginning to end; much like a swing of the Samurai sword must… Continue reading SO YOU WANNA WRITE HAIKU? (by Daniel Kosower)

THE ROAD

That path where we meet And weave our tongues And tickle our ears With words in gossips. That path where our voices Blare like screeching tires, Soliciting companionship Amidst the cacophony of honks In a banter of delectable conspiracies Of sinners and preachers; Of the drunk and the sober, Of the virile and the impotent,… Continue reading THE ROAD

VANISHED FRIEND

Around the corner I have a friend. In this great city that has no end. Yet the days go by and the weeks rush on, And before I know it a year is gone! And I never see my old friend’s face, For life is a swift and terrible race. He knows I like him… Continue reading VANISHED FRIEND

THE SACRED COCK CROW

Oh! Tenacity and courage Failed at the eccentric vigor. The Old Lady paged, Even on a quivering Bridge. Boots lashed, the net severally shook in vain Ah! Fate seem defaced In the midst of plenty, rays of victory derailed. Its time he learnt That Mr. Faith favors the tent Where Patience and Diligence are well… Continue reading THE SACRED COCK CROW