Submissions by naijapoeteket (Idiong Divine)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I be an internationally acclaimed author of poetry, short stories and a novel.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2010 9:37am
4th Nov 2010 9:37am
THE GRIP
Pieces of my childhood
Bits of my youth
Lined at my back.
Bits and pieces of my back
Like oysters on the sea shores of time.
I still feel the calling of the parts:
To pick up to string together,
What should not go just like that
Precious pieces of my heart
Scattered all over my memory.
Yet I feel something stronger ahead
Pulling at my mind
Like beckoning spirits
A vast pool of energy
Holding my eyes
The spotless ocean of light ahead
Has stiffened my neck.
I have not forgotten at all
The past and today.
How...
Bits of my youth
Lined at my back.
Bits and pieces of my back
Like oysters on the sea shores of time.
I still feel the calling of the parts:
To pick up to string together,
What should not go just like that
Precious pieces of my heart
Scattered all over my memory.
Yet I feel something stronger ahead
Pulling at my mind
Like beckoning spirits
A vast pool of energy
Holding my eyes
The spotless ocean of light ahead
Has stiffened my neck.
I have not forgotten at all
The past and today.
How...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Nov 2010 9:27am
4th Nov 2010 9:27am
THE CANDLELIGHT
Follow me inside Safarawu
Even though I know little of
The north.
Let us shut out the many
Eyes scrutiny
Let us shut them out again tonight
Those lights that search our bodies
For the lines between you
And me
Determined to light up our
differences.
From inside the secret of
our bedroom
The flickering candlelight
of love
Throws two dancing
photographs on the wall.
Naked and colourless like
Adam and Hauwawu
Dancing to an unheard rhythm
On the wall
Near our matrimonial bed.
And the candlelight...
Even though I know little of
The north.
Let us shut out the many
Eyes scrutiny
Let us shut them out again tonight
Those lights that search our bodies
For the lines between you
And me
Determined to light up our
differences.
From inside the secret of
our bedroom
The flickering candlelight
of love
Throws two dancing
photographs on the wall.
Naked and colourless like
Adam and Hauwawu
Dancing to an unheard rhythm
On the wall
Near our matrimonial bed.
And the candlelight...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2010 1:04pm
2nd Nov 2010 1:04pm
BLACK INNOCENCE
Close your eyes to the lines
Spun here on this page
So you can see through
The heart dancing here
One badly battered by fate
But retains its verdure.
Pierced, shot and drowned
In the murky waters
Of world politics.
But emerging again fresh
With a crown.
The black heart
Thumping to the fresh beat
of freedom
And pumping barrels of black
blood
Through green veins
To nourish the entire globe.
This dogged heart of mine
Has become friends with pain
And has kissed death
Many times in the face.
I...
Spun here on this page
So you can see through
The heart dancing here
One badly battered by fate
But retains its verdure.
Pierced, shot and drowned
In the murky waters
Of world politics.
But emerging again fresh
With a crown.
The black heart
Thumping to the fresh beat
of freedom
And pumping barrels of black
blood
Through green veins
To nourish the entire globe.
This dogged heart of mine
Has become friends with pain
And has kissed death
Many times in the face.
I...
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2010 12:58pm
2nd Nov 2010 12:58pm
LOVE SONG
I like you because you smile
With those sad lines
On your shiny black face
You allow strangers
To drink milk from your cup
Not that your own children
are filled.
I like those firm soft breast
Of yours that have fed
Manymouths.
Yet full and shiny.
I like your dark hair
The way it catches my finger
When we are alone.
Your name is sweet
Like honey in my mouth.
And your kiss
A million gifts from heaven.
Don’t touch me just yet
Lest I melt away in your arms
Your warmth is something else
It will melt my...
With those sad lines
On your shiny black face
You allow strangers
To drink milk from your cup
Not that your own children
are filled.
I like those firm soft breast
Of yours that have fed
Manymouths.
Yet full and shiny.
I like your dark hair
The way it catches my finger
When we are alone.
Your name is sweet
Like honey in my mouth.
And your kiss
A million gifts from heaven.
Don’t touch me just yet
Lest I melt away in your arms
Your warmth is something else
It will melt my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2010 1:20pm
1st Nov 2010 1:20pm
MADNESS
Love is soft
Like a butterfly
That flutters by.
Delicate and
Vulnerable
Like the heart
Of a child.
Innocent… very innocent.
Yes like
A silly artist
It colours
The world anyhow
Just anyhow
Like a blind painter.
And it flutters by
Like a butterfly.
Yet mountains
Have been moved.
They have danced.
And the fiercest
Of rainstorms
And floods
Cannot drown it.
But wait
Have you ever
Loved?
Then you must
Have danced
With mountains
On your head.
You...
Like a butterfly
That flutters by.
Delicate and
Vulnerable
Like the heart
Of a child.
Innocent… very innocent.
Yes like
A silly artist
It colours
The world anyhow
Just anyhow
Like a blind painter.
And it flutters by
Like a butterfly.
Yet mountains
Have been moved.
They have danced.
And the fiercest
Of rainstorms
And floods
Cannot drown it.
But wait
Have you ever
Loved?
Then you must
Have danced
With mountains
On your head.
You...
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10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2010 1:18pm
1st Nov 2010 1:18pm
Short and Simple
Our polity here is stuffy
Choking. Very, very unclear.
Oh heavens, you must forgive
Our grammarian politicians
Who confuse simple issues
In high sounding vocabularies.
Someone tell them
Even the English Parliament
Does not make use
Of heavy grammar.
And at the White House
It is abhorred
They do not speak it.
Our land must not become
A refuse dump
For rejected words
And our expressions
Have to be kept
Short and simple.
Choking. Very, very unclear.
Oh heavens, you must forgive
Our grammarian politicians
Who confuse simple issues
In high sounding vocabularies.
Someone tell them
Even the English Parliament
Does not make use
Of heavy grammar.
And at the White House
It is abhorred
They do not speak it.
Our land must not become
A refuse dump
For rejected words
And our expressions
Have to be kept
Short and simple.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Oct 2010 12:30pm
29th Oct 2010 12:30pm
Love Affair
You need to have seen
Who spent the night with me
She called quite early in the night
And I picked with gleeful delight.
She spoke so softly in a voice
Milder than angel’s kiss
Oh my buxom ivory miss
I trod with her through the void
Of the awfully silent stillness
Refusing to listen to hear
Anything of the many societal illness
Only of the love we can share
We watched the galaxies of stars
Twinkling away in their still movement
We stuck together like birth borne lovers
Such a subtle erotic involvement
You need to see how we...
Who spent the night with me
She called quite early in the night
And I picked with gleeful delight.
She spoke so softly in a voice
Milder than angel’s kiss
Oh my buxom ivory miss
I trod with her through the void
Of the awfully silent stillness
Refusing to listen to hear
Anything of the many societal illness
Only of the love we can share
We watched the galaxies of stars
Twinkling away in their still movement
We stuck together like birth borne lovers
Such a subtle erotic involvement
You need to see how we...
825 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
28th Oct 2010 2:31pm
28th Oct 2010 2:31pm
hurricanes
say the president was from here
surely these green hounds with jackboots
would not come here to shoot
say a million youths were jobless
in a region and they know
of the oil wells not just a few
once we went about innocently
waiting a donkey years for the government
but getting only neglect, abandonment
why do they now shoot at us
spilling our blood on our crude
to take exploitation to altitudes
does a mother kill her children
because they reached out for meal
when she had failed to give them some to eat
surely these green hounds with jackboots
would not come here to shoot
say a million youths were jobless
in a region and they know
of the oil wells not just a few
once we went about innocently
waiting a donkey years for the government
but getting only neglect, abandonment
why do they now shoot at us
spilling our blood on our crude
to take exploitation to altitudes
does a mother kill her children
because they reached out for meal
when she had failed to give them some to eat
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2010 2:19pm
28th Oct 2010 2:19pm
The Quiet Spot
The passion is great O mother.
Woman who sits at the centre place
Arms open to all in peace.
What is the calm in your black face
That makes your heart serene and green
And beautiful and sweet and clean.
You plant green trees
When the rest are playing nuclear politics.
You refuse to enjoy the melodies
Of guns and missiles.
Africa, the quiet breeze
That brings warmth to the soul.
How come they catch cold
Anytime you sneeze.
Woman who sits at the centre place
Arms open to all in peace.
What is the calm in your black face
That makes your heart serene and green
And beautiful and sweet and clean.
You plant green trees
When the rest are playing nuclear politics.
You refuse to enjoy the melodies
Of guns and missiles.
Africa, the quiet breeze
That brings warmth to the soul.
How come they catch cold
Anytime you sneeze.
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Oct 2010 10:04am
27th Oct 2010 10:04am
Funerals
Every barrel of crude
Lifted from our oily
Soils and waters
Is in itself a tight mixture
Compounds and blood
Blood of heroes
Sung and unsung.
Heroes whose fires
Where blown out
Before their prime.
Each shipment stolen
Contains the future
Of oppressed children unborn
At their funerals
We draw our strength
And nurture our resilience.
We forget the softness
Of our flesh against their bullets
And armour our souls
With the hope in victory
Of good over evil.
Lifted from our oily
Soils and waters
Is in itself a tight mixture
Compounds and blood
Blood of heroes
Sung and unsung.
Heroes whose fires
Where blown out
Before their prime.
Each shipment stolen
Contains the future
Of oppressed children unborn
At their funerals
We draw our strength
And nurture our resilience.
We forget the softness
Of our flesh against their bullets
And armour our souls
With the hope in victory
Of good over evil.
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6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2010 9:59am
27th Oct 2010 9:59am
The Cathedral
The cathedral stands there
On that spot
Like an invincible giant
Built with the sweat
Of many fleeced sheep;
Built on the day
The mighty Iroko
Was hewn down by the Whiteman
The fountain on its pulpit
Had been pouring out
A million and one secret sermons
Musical but unending.
Pouring out forever.
My people flock in
To meet him: the ‘Man of God’
Every Sunday to confess their sins
And celebrate Mass.
They eat the communion
And bathe in holy water.
After, they return home
To live life like
In the...
On that spot
Like an invincible giant
Built with the sweat
Of many fleeced sheep;
Built on the day
The mighty Iroko
Was hewn down by the Whiteman
The fountain on its pulpit
Had been pouring out
A million and one secret sermons
Musical but unending.
Pouring out forever.
My people flock in
To meet him: the ‘Man of God’
Every Sunday to confess their sins
And celebrate Mass.
They eat the communion
And bathe in holy water.
After, they return home
To live life like
In the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2010 9:15am
26th Oct 2010 9:15am
A New Day
The cool morning breeze
Soft-tapping on my door again and again
Like a secret lover
Seeking to sneak in
Secretly.
Many morning birds
On the trees
Just ahead my verandah
Chirping happily
Like ten thousand typist
In a large typing pool
Typing… typing… typing,
Dawn again.
The sun is raising its head again
In the east
And stretching his feet
Warming up just outside my window
For another marathon
Across the sky
So very wide and bright
Daybreak again.
A new day again
With all the signs and...
Soft-tapping on my door again and again
Like a secret lover
Seeking to sneak in
Secretly.
Many morning birds
On the trees
Just ahead my verandah
Chirping happily
Like ten thousand typist
In a large typing pool
Typing… typing… typing,
Dawn again.
The sun is raising its head again
In the east
And stretching his feet
Warming up just outside my window
For another marathon
Across the sky
So very wide and bright
Daybreak again.
A new day again
With all the signs and...
882 reads
6 Comments
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