MEN AT WORK
[caption id="attachment_1798" align="aligncenter" width="331"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] Most of us work everywhere A large workforce here and there A half or nearly all of the country For us, poverty works Never are...
SANS SERIF (on priding self)
[caption id="attachment_1789" align="aligncenter" width="286"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Sans Serif][/caption] Why carve me thus - Sans-serif lettering, Unadorned? Now I receive the spittle Of mocking lips! Why was I made On a day...
LITTLE THINGS [of kindness, and loving]
[caption id="attachment_1783" align="aligncenter" width="329"] Little Things[/caption] I sat silently in the middle, Surrounded on all sides, By my homeland walls. Turning, I faced the North. So much blood bathed my...
THE STORY (a parable) by Oku-ola Abiola Paul
[caption id="attachment_1779" align="aligncenter" width="298"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] Come hear the story Of the man who lived at the top most storey Of the tallest building In his surroundings. So he saw...
WORDS
[caption id="attachment_1765" align="aligncenter" width="256"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] Words are not expensive So I can afford to spend them on you Without being apprehensive. But then mere words, cheap Could steal a well...
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...
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...