TRIBUTE TO STEPHEN KESHI by King Mike John
Our son has gone to reunite with his wife, she left us not long ago, She left in haste without saying goodbye. She was young and unaged lovely to behold....
I HAVE STOPPED WRITING by Samuel Amazing Ayoade
Writers don't die, they live eternal Poets too are prophets, whose words are hefty Three thousand years, and I'll still be here So open your ears, and take heed to...
EXCUSE ME ‘POET’, ARE YOU A WORD-SMITH OR A WORD-SPIT?
Excuse my impetuous nature, but I want to ask a daring question: Are you really a poet —a word artist, or just a rambling mind, whipping a pen (keyboard) and word-spitting without...