Words Rhymes & Rhythm Publishers invites poets from Nigeria to enter their poems for the September 2018 edition of the BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC). This month’s theme is: ‘NIGERIA 2019: OF THUMBS & PVCs’ and it will be the last for the 2018 Season of the BPPC. For the better part...
Words Rhymes & Rhythm is calling for entries for the March edition of the Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest (BPPC) on the theme: ‘MAN AND RELIGION’. Organized in honor of Brigitte Poirson, French poet and lecturer, editor and promoter of African poetry, the BPPC is a monthly contest designed to identify and reward the...
Beyond this sight Above these words Farther than thoughts Outside of time For all that is sight There are always words And within us, thoughts All are within time Eyes that can see Mouths that can speak Minds that can think All beyond now
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...
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...
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...
Crude spill and the earth becomes ill, Her furrowed brow can’t feed The saplings to their fill Anymore, because of our fathers greed. The milk of succor their roots can’t find in her brow, That required nutrient for survival. Man made nature his arch rival; We plundered rather than plow,...
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...
After the first round of judging, the following poems made the shortlist for the second and final round. THE SHORTLIST 1. MY VOICE (by Madu Chisom Kingdavid) 2. MAKE OUR MOTHER KING (by Davids Ezimako) 3. OUR NATAL RUBBLES (by Ayiba Tare Ojukonsin) 4. LETTER TO MY UNBORN (by Julius...
World over, the effectiveness of literature, and indeed poetry, as an agent of change is well recognized. It is in recognition of this that the ‘Eriata Oribabhor Poetry Prize’ initiative came to be in 2012 with Mr. Nwakanma Chika emerging the first prize winner of the 1st edition. The 2nd...
