Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops Look at our mothers, fathers, the young men and alike; women, They now...
There is something about poets that makes them gods. It is not the relativism of their works or their verisimilitude. It is not the aptitude of their word usage or the striking semblance of a symbolism. I tell you certainly, it is not metaphorism and other categorical comparatives. It is...
I fight the good fight of the ink Cut my losses I polish my shoes blue And talk in rhymes, the truth. I am a Pen-Wielder! — Nonso Davies Donatus Paper is the battleground With might, I sway my pen Colored in ink, a testament to my prowess My muse;...
When I am no more I will still be like the sting of a bee flesh deep in your mind leaving behind traces of my existence. When I am no more I will forfeit this flesh that of frailty reeks. I will peel off mortality and finally cloth me with...
This idea that the best pieces of poetry always come from sadness or brokenness or some inner chaos isn’t true at all. Because of this wrong ideology, many intentionally put themselves in precarious situations. They conjure sadness for themselves even when that isn’t true about them. They deliberately set their...
Poetry is a slice of life. If poetry is a slice of life? Whose life? I have noticed of recent that my poem are increasingly being mistaken as autobiographical. People have so much fused me and my poems that a sad poem means I am depressed and a love poem...
Poetry is not inborn. Poetry is not hereditary and cannot be inherited. It does not flow in the gene or trait of any god-poet, assumed or established. Poetry does not compel poets nor does it dictate the frequency of their thoughts. Poetry is as fluid as its meaning and components,...
Title: COCKCROW AT NOON Author: EMMANUEL INEDU Genre: Poetry Pages: 97 Publisher: Words Rhymes & Rhythm Year of Publication: 2015 ISBN: 978-978-949-469-9 Awards: nil BLURB: In ‘Cockcrow at Noon’ you will witness laughter, despondency, wailings, lamentations, sheer amazement,, naivety, nostalgia, hope, life and an over whelming interface between life and...
Green and white detribalised our existence Our grumblings are more private than public Alas! Our ears have been listened to dialogues Will writers present a collective opinion? While the nation’s children live together Like children of unknown concubines Fighting for the rights of their mothers Would the writers watch? Men...
We don’t just write a letter, string some letters into a word, some words or some lines, a group of words or lines, a long sentence or another broken off into a clause, a phrase, a syllabic sound, a morpheme or an inexpressiveness of what the mind intends, what the...
