Submissions by naijapoeteket (Idiong Divine)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I be an internationally acclaimed author of poetry, short stories and a novel.
DARK POEM
Published
11th May 2021 11:17am
11th May 2021 11:17am
How to Completely Destroy a Battered Black Nation from within Its Borders Using Ethnic-cum-Religious Divide
Use a tsunami.
This country will be drowned
Not by falling into a river
But by staying submerged in it.
What we have is not a river.
The chaoses are a tsunami.
The elitist treachery of our governments
Are bearing monstrous fruits.
Far reaching fruits making
The news from:
North
East
West and
South!
There is no language
I have not learned to pray in.
Because we are now
To learn to shoot again;
To join the vigilantes
In chasing savage bloody herders
Out of our forests.
So...
This country will be drowned
Not by falling into a river
But by staying submerged in it.
What we have is not a river.
The chaoses are a tsunami.
The elitist treachery of our governments
Are bearing monstrous fruits.
Far reaching fruits making
The news from:
North
East
West and
South!
There is no language
I have not learned to pray in.
Because we are now
To learn to shoot again;
To join the vigilantes
In chasing savage bloody herders
Out of our forests.
So...
#death
#evil
#silence
#tragedy
#hypocrisy
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th May 2021 10:29am
11th May 2021 10:29am
Vanity
And all immortality belongs with the Almighty;
And all of eternity belongs to the Almighty;
And all the affairs of man
And man himself
Are but like dewdrops at sunrise.
And every passing day,
And every passing night,
Mortality compulsorily and subtly crosses through
The vast emptiness to meet us for our mulct.
And he comes while we are awake.
And he comes while we are asleep.
And he comes like a shadow in the dark.
Unnoticed.
Every day and every night.
And soon it will be sunset
And man and all his...
And all of eternity belongs to the Almighty;
And all the affairs of man
And man himself
Are but like dewdrops at sunrise.
And every passing day,
And every passing night,
Mortality compulsorily and subtly crosses through
The vast emptiness to meet us for our mulct.
And he comes while we are awake.
And he comes while we are asleep.
And he comes like a shadow in the dark.
Unnoticed.
Every day and every night.
And soon it will be sunset
And man and all his...
#death
#TruthOfLife
#LifeChangingMoment
#tragedy
#manipulation
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2021 8:09am
7th Apr 2021 8:09am
Blind Faith
Dropping from my mind,
This pernicious bundle of beliefs,
Unto my hand like a squirmy caterpillar;
Writhing in my filthy hand.
Tossed in the air and away you fly like a butterfly;
Like a vulture, fly away.
I am fed up with the filth and murkiness
So I cast them out like spells
I cast them in the air where I got them.
All the promises have come to naught
And my spirit is worn out.
Beaten to paralyses with weighty doctrines,
Senseless dogmas,
And empty church services.
A man’s only relief now
Is the heaven...
This pernicious bundle of beliefs,
Unto my hand like a squirmy caterpillar;
Writhing in my filthy hand.
Tossed in the air and away you fly like a butterfly;
Like a vulture, fly away.
I am fed up with the filth and murkiness
So I cast them out like spells
I cast them in the air where I got them.
All the promises have come to naught
And my spirit is worn out.
Beaten to paralyses with weighty doctrines,
Senseless dogmas,
And empty church services.
A man’s only relief now
Is the heaven...
#lies
#religion
#Christian
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
476 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2021 7:31am
7th Apr 2021 7:31am
Closed
The affair of wee mortals
With our planet has gone awry again;
Crabby like the acrid taste of long kept palm wine.
We mask our depredation with mendacious diplomacy.
Hence this social distance between us and Earth.
Suddenly the world is shut.
And we are the incarcerated Homo sapiens
Of modern day cave men.
Empty park benches in empty parks;
Empty dusty pews in empty cathedrals;
Empty classrooms in empty citadels of learning;
Empty liquid soap and sanitizer cans everywhere;
Used face-masks litter the street corners.
...
With our planet has gone awry again;
Crabby like the acrid taste of long kept palm wine.
We mask our depredation with mendacious diplomacy.
Hence this social distance between us and Earth.
Suddenly the world is shut.
And we are the incarcerated Homo sapiens
Of modern day cave men.
Empty park benches in empty parks;
Empty dusty pews in empty cathedrals;
Empty classrooms in empty citadels of learning;
Empty liquid soap and sanitizer cans everywhere;
Used face-masks litter the street corners.
...
#pollution
#pandemic
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Apr 2021 10:15am
6th Apr 2021 10:15am
Cycles of Broken Memoirs
Since naming, blaming and shaming
Has become an aberration in Nigeria,
And because holding the scepter and crown
Accountable is counted as insolences,
We must learn new ways of singing praises.
We must learn by heart
The names of the cronies
That has piloted Nigeria to such great height
Behold the catalogue of potentates
That did not misrule Nigeria at all;
They did not loot our treasury with reckless abandon.
They are our national heroes
That helped us to build our nation
Into what it is today.
Thus the...
Has become an aberration in Nigeria,
And because holding the scepter and crown
Accountable is counted as insolences,
We must learn new ways of singing praises.
We must learn by heart
The names of the cronies
That has piloted Nigeria to such great height
Behold the catalogue of potentates
That did not misrule Nigeria at all;
They did not loot our treasury with reckless abandon.
They are our national heroes
That helped us to build our nation
Into what it is today.
Thus the...
#oppression
#politics
#inequality #deception
#inequality #deception
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Apr 2021 10:10am
6th Apr 2021 10:10am
The Shakeup
The phenomena in my country
In recent times, like aphrodisiacs,
Are jerking my quills
With erection to wind another yarn.
My paper lays bare
On my night bed
Like a waiting bride on her first night,
And I will write
Yet another tabloid
On fantastic corruption in Nigeria again.
Can we ever gather together
Without having to steal?
This national cake,
What is it made of?
That we would rather loot
Than share it among ourselves.
Now the children must witness
This senseless tragic episode
Of...
In recent times, like aphrodisiacs,
Are jerking my quills
With erection to wind another yarn.
My paper lays bare
On my night bed
Like a waiting bride on her first night,
And I will write
Yet another tabloid
On fantastic corruption in Nigeria again.
Can we ever gather together
Without having to steal?
This national cake,
What is it made of?
That we would rather loot
Than share it among ourselves.
Now the children must witness
This senseless tragic episode
Of...
#corruption
#politics
#deception
532 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 3:23pm
20th Mar 2020 3:23pm
Baits
The devil and I have been good.
Together from childhood.
Like childhood friends.
I remember at the beginning
At the dining table of peccancy
With my long fork hardly missing any mark.
They say if you must eat with the devil,
Do so with a long fork or spoon
So my fork was long.
How I safely forked those chunks
Of grisly bacon;
Those soft-scented tissues of flesh
Which tasted like honey and milk
Shaken together with appetition
And delivered from in-between a woman’s thighs.
The music was loud;
The...
Together from childhood.
Like childhood friends.
I remember at the beginning
At the dining table of peccancy
With my long fork hardly missing any mark.
They say if you must eat with the devil,
Do so with a long fork or spoon
So my fork was long.
How I safely forked those chunks
Of grisly bacon;
Those soft-scented tissues of flesh
Which tasted like honey and milk
Shaken together with appetition
And delivered from in-between a woman’s thighs.
The music was loud;
The...
#religion
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#morality
#sacrifice
530 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 2:56pm
20th Mar 2020 2:56pm
Covid-19
The Corona virus
Is nothing but a hybrid
Of history and literature;
ICT and biology
And international politics.
In the “Eyes of Darkness”
Decades ago
Was the Wuhan-400 bred
In some biology laboratory in Wuhan.
How it started spreading
Like some malware virus
Through the internet in 2020;
Attacking world powers and economies.
In Africa, the dark continent,
The virus means nothing
As the people there
Have far worse viruses
Living with them.
There are splinters of...
Is nothing but a hybrid
Of history and literature;
ICT and biology
And international politics.
In the “Eyes of Darkness”
Decades ago
Was the Wuhan-400 bred
In some biology laboratory in Wuhan.
How it started spreading
Like some malware virus
Through the internet in 2020;
Attacking world powers and economies.
In Africa, the dark continent,
The virus means nothing
As the people there
Have far worse viruses
Living with them.
There are splinters of...
#science
#environment
#pollution
#humankind
#evolution
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2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 9:44am
27th Jun 2016 9:44am
Cravings
Having both been taken
And having both succumbed
To our tempestuous turpitude,
Surely I will come, like you would too.
And in our stealth will we quaff away
In a bloody mixture of wines and sweet coition
It will be such larruping rounds that will last
Long enough to obviate all our years of yearnings.
Yes there will be a spacious room for role playing
But the sheets will bear no space
For you or me to play any cunctation
No, not anymore, because we are two craving adults.
And having both succumbed
To our tempestuous turpitude,
Surely I will come, like you would too.
And in our stealth will we quaff away
In a bloody mixture of wines and sweet coition
It will be such larruping rounds that will last
Long enough to obviate all our years of yearnings.
Yes there will be a spacious room for role playing
But the sheets will bear no space
For you or me to play any cunctation
No, not anymore, because we are two craving adults.
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4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
21st Jun 2016 10:22am
21st Jun 2016 10:22am
Call me what you May
I am many things but confused
I know myself in depth
But somehow have I lose grip
On issues that concern me
And even though I so much want to,
To take control,
I really can’t have it.
So for a start, you can call me helpless.
I have been speechless for decades.
I remember once at Ogoni
When I thought I should speak up.
How my tongue was hung on a noose
Along with eight others.
So, you can call me voiceless.
I am a richly endowed woman
With the breasts of a virgin maiden
That is pointing to high heaven
Like a cross...
I know myself in depth
But somehow have I lose grip
On issues that concern me
And even though I so much want to,
To take control,
I really can’t have it.
So for a start, you can call me helpless.
I have been speechless for decades.
I remember once at Ogoni
When I thought I should speak up.
How my tongue was hung on a noose
Along with eight others.
So, you can call me voiceless.
I am a richly endowed woman
With the breasts of a virgin maiden
That is pointing to high heaven
Like a cross...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2016 10:17am
21st Jun 2016 10:17am
Stardust
How I dream often
Of wearing a crown
With my staff in hand;
Wearing a spotless gown
And a purple robe;
Attending to and being attended to.
Is it just my fantasy
Or an ordinance awaiting
That I dream often of being a king?
I feel on my feet’s soles
The cold thorny slippery pricking
Of mother earth.
Hollow as it were
Like a woman genitalia.
But I too am of the earth.
This dusty gemstones of earth
Still, I perceive on the crown of my head
The violet stardust of ethereality
For I too am of the heavens.
The...
Of wearing a crown
With my staff in hand;
Wearing a spotless gown
And a purple robe;
Attending to and being attended to.
Is it just my fantasy
Or an ordinance awaiting
That I dream often of being a king?
I feel on my feet’s soles
The cold thorny slippery pricking
Of mother earth.
Hollow as it were
Like a woman genitalia.
But I too am of the earth.
This dusty gemstones of earth
Still, I perceive on the crown of my head
The violet stardust of ethereality
For I too am of the heavens.
The...
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st Jun 2016 12:48pm
1st Jun 2016 12:48pm
Warri
all over,
submerged
in the depth
of so much
black gold,
to suffocate
in the thick,
dark richness.
submerged
in the depth
of so much
black gold,
to suffocate
in the thick,
dark richness.
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