ECHE (a dirge for a dead brother)
www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry I sprawl under the grey umbrella of an avocado tree Counting time in the dull eyelashes of the sky, Watching the buffet of whirlwinds snore in gentle rhythms, And...
I KISSED THE HAND THAT KILLED ME (of unconditional love)
[caption id="attachment_1754" align="aligncenter" width="300"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] I kissed the hand that killed me. I washed the feet that kicked me. With my hair I dried your legs... Sweet ointments, I spread...
THERE IS A LAND
[caption id="attachment_1750" align="aligncenter" width="300"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] There is a land- In the heart of Africa, fainting in memories of past labor Whose people hope, expecting a better tomorrow yet unseen! Vultures...
I’M NOT A HEART (of a loveless heart)
[caption id="attachment_1743" align="aligncenter" width="300"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry (I'm Not A Heart!)[/caption] I am not a heart; Palpitation’s a choice I gave up. I am just a rock; By precipitation made tough. The...
FICKLE MINDS (dare to be different)
[caption id="attachment_1737" align="aligncenter" width="300"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] Fickle people make themselves weak, As they fear being given the flick! They misinterpret cowardice as being meek And take humility for being willing prey...
GONE ARE THE DAYS (of the death of humanity and morality)
[caption id="attachment_1730" align="aligncenter" width="300"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] Gone are the days When children would converge at moonlight t and listen to the old man's stories Marveling in rapt attention to every word Of his...
REMINISCENCE (for Saro Wiwa)
[caption id="attachment_1720" align="aligncenter" width="203"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] The rope dangled His lifeless-body danced The executioner laughed The heavens shut eyes! Outside, we opened hands Pleading for his life and his friends' We...
ARE YOU A TRUE WITNESS? (a religious awakening)
[caption id="attachment_1715" align="aligncenter" width="300"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] Is it the one who wins the arguement Or the one who is theologically accurate, Much as the one who speaks the truth in love?...
FORGIVE ME LORD (prayer of a contrite heart)
[caption id="attachment_1710" align="aligncenter" width="212"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] Forgive me Lord, for I have spoken Where the balm of silence would suffice. I have snared darkened paths for a token And my tongue...
IT’S NOVEMBER AGAIN (a poem for Ken Saro Wiwa)
[caption id="attachment_1702" align="aligncenter" width="201"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] It's November again! Feel these winds blow, see these leaves falling, No, it's not Harmattan blowing. It’s Ken coffin calling from our coughing body frames....