Throw JOS some black lit candles. Again we write more chapters in our ‘book of bloods’ with the narratives, an heritage for distant tongues to tell whose skins are unpeeled by cowry demons, but bruised as Benue, Taraba, Nasarawa, Adamawa, Kaduna, Zamfara,… and more to come. I hear that there...
As parts of my body wither, My bones are eager to desiccate. My eyes rove hither and thither, As though I felt the urge to defecate. I heard death grants solace. Verily, my vices need grace. I believe my end is near, For I to meet my merciful maker. And...
Yesterday, we remembered the victors and conquerors; Today, we remember the vanquished and conquered. Yesterday, we danced in the rain; Today, we embrace the cold. Yesterday, our echoes were of happiness of victory savored. Yesterday, we rent the air with fists of godly mortals. Only yesterday, smiles devoured faces despite...
…there is sadness in the face of the moon. Boom boom! Marauders at the door. Boom boom! Gory chunks on the floor. Marauders; those marauders;disgruntled fragments of the Sahara storms; with blood as token toast,broke into our dozing homes, transcending into our deepest dreams;their sword of enemy deep; like thorny...
Words Rhymes & Rhythm (WRR) is now receiving entries for the September edition of the BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC) SEASON III, 2017. Poets from Nigeria, Africa and all over the world are hereby invited to submit their poems on the theme: WHAT LIES BEYOND THE SILENT NIGHT. The theme...
The world is a number to me, I see nothing in the ground except sand, when i look up, I see only the cloud- The sky… When the young die they ask ‘how old is he? married or single?’ when the old too same query to you ‘what did he...
Blood in the eyes Brawny men occupying all sides Children cries Mothers being whipped Adversity made his way amidst Travails travelled down A lonely dark world Full of pains Where I called “The land of the dead” The hades. Hades A no mans land Where ghost consist Like an halloween...
The dead we hold in memory As today tells their story Our hearts and minds hear it again Reliving them in prayerful pain Under the shadow of earth’s drear Our mourn’ shows forth care The dead we hold in memory As today tells their story They once shared our lives...
No one recognizes him, Maybe his disguise eludes all. Slowly his ship, circumnavigates. Across the land of the living. Easily he locates his prey. Wielding his spiky fishing rod, That catches myriads of souls. Sometimes a net becomes handy. His mortal map, Detailed in form. His fishing mission, That he...
Is there life beyond the grave Will there be a soul beyond this dust For the soul under the cave Your cost to whose care and crave. The fiery fates like a burning coal in the scroll Who shall read us rates Of fates flying gates. Is there life beyond...
