One finds a poet who sounds less like his environment or the rest of his remaining works. One finds a horde of clannish poets who have resumed trapping their styles in the net of the other. One finds a literary community that has forgotten to produce the spirit-immersed poetry, the kind that broadly establishes the contaminant emotive will; not the kind that breeds a hive of self-importance—tributes and odes to self—that which undermines the vicarious role of pathos.
Entries are now being received for the April 2018 edition of the BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC) themed: MY AFRICAN HERO-INE. Words Rhymes & Rhythm Publishers therefore invites poets from Nigeria, Africa and all over the world to submit their poems for the contest. This month’s edition is dedicated to celebrating Africans we consider international, national… Continue reading CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST 2018 [APRIL] ‘MY AFRICAN HERO-INE’
It has been a very long walk Manly actions and defiant talks The gigantic whale has fallen The ocean looks on in anguish The great elephant’s day is done He could no longer bear his tusks The old, white mane sets with the sun The world has lost a royal son Bloody body, but head… Continue reading FREEDOM TRAIL
A man with the ‘Heart of gold’ Yes, a freedom fighter who journeyed on a joyless road for others laughter When I get to Heaven some will say they saw Caesar, others Alexandra I’ll gladly say “I lived in the era of the great Tata Madiba” The labour of your hands shall be not in… Continue reading NELSON MANDELA
Iroko has fallen in the forest The forest becomes silent Mongudu is dead. Who shall pay the debt? The king of the jungle died In the quest of freedom Who shall then roar like the king? The sun has faded to bring us night Who shall light our path? To claim our freedom right
See, the stars adorn Madiba He’s trail the heaven’s path not pit. Frail plant but not him shall wither See- the stars adorn Madiba; A man who’s cause never cower E’en when hardship on his face lit. See! The stars adorn Madiba, He’s trail the heaven’s path, not pit!
This war was swifter than time. the war claimed the souls of clustered fighters fighting for greed. With an arrow sharper than the piercing sun, many fell. At a time, this great arrow was captured but can the truth be jailed forever? This arrow fought still and our village was never defeated in the war… Continue reading RUSTED ARROW (a tribute to Sir Nelson Mandela by Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau)
Nelson Mandela You’re the idol Of freedom and peace For all humanity. You fought for freedom Made many sacrifices You set your goals And achieved them all. Not just Africa But the world’s proud For what you gave In a selfless way.
I am the First Accused the question of violence I planned sabotage I did not plan it in a spirit of recklessness nor because I have any love of violence a calm and sober assessment of the political situation years of tyranny, exploitation, and oppression of my people violence by the African people had become… Continue reading NELSON MANDELA: I AM PREPARED TO DIE (by Lee Bob Black)
Lord take these lines to the old lion, Madiba oh how his eyes still shine so full of life and I, seem to be wasting mine see, by the time he was my age he had already written the next page in the story of his nation’s great future for so many years he was… Continue reading MADIBA (Nelson Mandela by Oliver Sherman)