IM(P)OSSIBLE

IM(P)OSSIBLE Impossible: Imp Possible? Wimp! .. Failure: Fail Lure? Wail! .. Achievable: Achieve Able? Receive! .. Strive Thrive. STANZA 1: Impossible: Imp Possible? Wimp! *Here, I took a journey into the meaning of Impossible: IMP as a noun is a demon that has wings IMP as a verb means to give wings to someone or… Continue reading IM(P)OSSIBLE

WORLD POETRY DAY: WHAT CAN WORDS DO?

(Title poem of my book ‘What Can Words Do?‘) What can our inked words do? Come together, plot a coup Retrieve the stolen crown Plant a smile o’er frown Make lying tongue Sing Truth’s song Tell tyrant: “Recant!”…? Could they be worthless ink stains

NO FEAR

I do not fear the sky or the moon where am flying too The hills may seem high at sight Still I will climb For I’m the song and rhythm of my race There is ice and gloom for me in the light Spirit of fright, fly away In garment of champions I am clad

OVERTAKEN (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 Judge Estrella Gada)

You creep up on me like a shadow Slouching sideways, color as dark as a starless night; You are my worst nightmare come to life A creature in thought Fleshed out with every choice I made, My own Frankenstein drooling Maliciously over my drawn out dreams; I made you and yet you disobey me I… Continue reading OVERTAKEN (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 Judge Estrella Gada)

THE ANXIETIES OF A WIDOW (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 Sponsor’s prize winner

May stretched its legs into grave. The thunder heralds the rains. A hut on the bank of Kanoli canal Is not re-thatched this year. Her infant’s illness made the doctor gay With all the wages she had kept. Summer takes the last breath, But the coconut leaf thatched roof Is not re-thatched this year. As… Continue reading THE ANXIETIES OF A WIDOW (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 Sponsor’s prize winner

LETTER TO MY UNBORN (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 2nd runner up Julius Bokoru

dear daughter/son, thank your stars my father’s soles weared like a locus’d yam swimming through the choking dust while he trekked from ikibiri to yenagoa the prodigal sun lashed at him more than the state grammar school teachers did him for arriving late man and slate appearing like mud moldings today. i walk on tar… Continue reading LETTER TO MY UNBORN (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 2nd runner up Julius Bokoru

MY VOICE (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 winner Madu Chisom Kingdavid)

My voice is the libations Of our penury‘s liberation Poured in the heart of Aso Rock Which do not appease the Tenanted gods of the house. My voice is the peeling souls Of pregnant babies sucking Their skeletal fingers instead Of their mothers’ withered breasts. My voice is the muffled moan Of the dying bones… Continue reading MY VOICE (by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize 2013 winner Madu Chisom Kingdavid)