POET OF THE WEEK: RULES OF THE GAME by Alozor Michael Ikechukwu

One at a time is the step of life Take a leap when you get to a pit Else, down the pit you’ll dive When you resurface your bearing is lost. Slow and steady is the race of life Never look back ‘cos it’s lost and gone When you meet setbacks, make a dive Bypass… Continue reading POET OF THE WEEK: RULES OF THE GAME by Alozor Michael Ikechukwu

WHEN A TIME COMES FOR ME TO WRITE

When that time comes for me to write I’ll write that piece that appeals my heart And never, I’ll not listen to them Or pay attention to self-made gods Literary high priests With their reams and kilobytes Prescribing and pontificating Telling us what to write And even how to write it When that times comes… Continue reading WHEN A TIME COMES FOR ME TO WRITE

IT’S YOURS by Oku-ola Abiola Paul

It’s your land You have no other ground It’s your country You have no other territory It’s your nation You owe it your obligation See it as yours Not theirs As your mother’s And your father’s You may travel to many countries Marry their ladies Win their visas And claim you are theirs A citizen… Continue reading IT’S YOURS by Oku-ola Abiola Paul

INVINCIBLE DESTINY (by WRRPoetry Poet Of The Week)

Who saw my invisible destiny? Has it gone the way, The beautiful gossip paved? Who spoke with my invisible destiny? Was it you who asked its trapping? That caged I might become? Who danced on my invisible destiny? Was it a ballet or calypso Of some sorts? Who celebrated my invisible destiny? Maybe that way… Continue reading INVINCIBLE DESTINY (by WRRPoetry Poet Of The Week)

PRIDE GOES BEFORE A FALL

He was a wicked man! Vain and proud, His fame increased, then ceased like rain, Starting as drizzles that later tear the cloud He was a wicked man; vain and proud, He strutted around, face wearing a shroud. Treating all that asked with naked disdain, He was a wicked man! Vain and proud, His fame… Continue reading PRIDE GOES BEFORE A FALL

THIS IS MY POETRY (by WRRPoetry Poet of The Week)

Save it for the classroom, Your incomprehensible words! This is my poetry Simple and straight to the point. Must I write in meters? Or hide my message in layers? Closing the window to the soul, Like a water pot with holes? You write for aesthetic beauty, I craft for spiritual purity. Your words please the… Continue reading THIS IS MY POETRY (by WRRPoetry Poet of The Week)