Submissions by naijapoeteket (Idiong Divine)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I be an internationally acclaimed author of poetry, short stories and a novel.
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th May 2016 1:41pm
4th May 2016 1:41pm
Risqué Desires
Udeme, you have seen
Consumptiveness all about you
Like Oshun of Yoruba
In battle of love, lust and sex all at once.
I have grabbed the mounds of your round breasts
And tasted them one after the other
Like sweet oranges.
With my own tongue have I drawn
Fresh wine from the
Sacred fountain in-between your legs.
Feel me graze your curves and edges,
Gently, with tongue and fingers
Unafraid to travel far and deep
To fill up your hollow territories.
The thrusts of my towering phallus forms
A lasting whorl of ecstasy to...
Consumptiveness all about you
Like Oshun of Yoruba
In battle of love, lust and sex all at once.
I have grabbed the mounds of your round breasts
And tasted them one after the other
Like sweet oranges.
With my own tongue have I drawn
Fresh wine from the
Sacred fountain in-between your legs.
Feel me graze your curves and edges,
Gently, with tongue and fingers
Unafraid to travel far and deep
To fill up your hollow territories.
The thrusts of my towering phallus forms
A lasting whorl of ecstasy to...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2016 2:16pm
22nd Feb 2016 2:16pm
That Thing
Upstairs, I peek at your picture.
I know I shouldn't but here you are.
Something keeps pulling me back
To catch just one more eye of your beauty.
O Helen of Troy, queen of Laconia
Whose beauty brought Troy to its knees.
It is neither your flowery openness
Nor your child-like innocence,
Neither your inner brilliance nor your warm aura,
It is neither the manner your lips
Curve upward when you smile
Nor the way your hips
Dance with the wind when you walk.
No, it is not the...
I know I shouldn't but here you are.
Something keeps pulling me back
To catch just one more eye of your beauty.
O Helen of Troy, queen of Laconia
Whose beauty brought Troy to its knees.
It is neither your flowery openness
Nor your child-like innocence,
Neither your inner brilliance nor your warm aura,
It is neither the manner your lips
Curve upward when you smile
Nor the way your hips
Dance with the wind when you walk.
No, it is not the...
931 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Feb 2016 11:32am
9th Feb 2016 11:32am
An Empty Cross
Now the altar has ripped
The pages off the holy writ
And has forced it down
The throats of the thirsty pew.
They came like flock
On a pasture looking for water
To quench their thirst;
But have been given vegetable oil.
What is left of the Son
Is just an empty cross
Hanging or
Drawn on the massive walls
By a pagan artist.
The greasy haired preacher
With his imported accent,
Has stunned God again and again.
And in the chapel
Just like in a stinking cattle farm,
The cows are impenitently milked
And...
The pages off the holy writ
And has forced it down
The throats of the thirsty pew.
They came like flock
On a pasture looking for water
To quench their thirst;
But have been given vegetable oil.
What is left of the Son
Is just an empty cross
Hanging or
Drawn on the massive walls
By a pagan artist.
The greasy haired preacher
With his imported accent,
Has stunned God again and again.
And in the chapel
Just like in a stinking cattle farm,
The cows are impenitently milked
And...
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2015 10:40am
18th Sep 2015 10:40am
Taking My Place
To the man who shouted at me
One morning on my way to the gym:
‘I’d like to be like you!”
You want to be like me.
You want to be me.
To take me just like that.
You want to just go to a shop
And buy me out like a commodity.
Very good.
You want to take my place!
To just replace me
The way seasons replace themselves.
You want to have it all.
All of it.
The things I have;
The things I do;
The things I have achieved,
My desires, my dreams.
You would like to be in my shoes,
Look here are my shoes....
One morning on my way to the gym:
‘I’d like to be like you!”
You want to be like me.
You want to be me.
To take me just like that.
You want to just go to a shop
And buy me out like a commodity.
Very good.
You want to take my place!
To just replace me
The way seasons replace themselves.
You want to have it all.
All of it.
The things I have;
The things I do;
The things I have achieved,
My desires, my dreams.
You would like to be in my shoes,
Look here are my shoes....
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ANGER POEM
Published
18th Sep 2015 10:34am
18th Sep 2015 10:34am
Noise
In Chibok,
An IED finds it way
Into the mind of a savage sect
And made good use of the emptiness.
In helplessness,
Some school girls are bundled up
From their school compound;
Taken for a noisy ride into Sambisa;
From where they will forget
Their mothers’ voices.
On the tube,
There is a very loud lady
Anathematising the “sharing” of blood
In Borno.
When she is done,
The media goes awash with the sound of
‘Na only you waka come?’
As if it is a joke
To snatch young Nigerian girls
From the...
An IED finds it way
Into the mind of a savage sect
And made good use of the emptiness.
In helplessness,
Some school girls are bundled up
From their school compound;
Taken for a noisy ride into Sambisa;
From where they will forget
Their mothers’ voices.
On the tube,
There is a very loud lady
Anathematising the “sharing” of blood
In Borno.
When she is done,
The media goes awash with the sound of
‘Na only you waka come?’
As if it is a joke
To snatch young Nigerian girls
From the...
906 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2015 11:38am
21st Aug 2015 11:38am
The Coming of Dawn
Dawn in my country,
Unlike the rising sun,
Is from the North.
It is like a dreamy sleep;
A sleep full of dreams.
You wake up,
You think you have woken up
But you realize again
You have only just
Woken from one of your numerous dreams.
And even in this realization,
You are still dreaming;
You are still sleeping.
So my countrymen
Just couldn’t comprehend
The coming of dawn.
My people could not fathom
The rising sun
As he dances into the stage
Because we have long forgotten
The cardinal points of...
Unlike the rising sun,
Is from the North.
It is like a dreamy sleep;
A sleep full of dreams.
You wake up,
You think you have woken up
But you realize again
You have only just
Woken from one of your numerous dreams.
And even in this realization,
You are still dreaming;
You are still sleeping.
So my countrymen
Just couldn’t comprehend
The coming of dawn.
My people could not fathom
The rising sun
As he dances into the stage
Because we have long forgotten
The cardinal points of...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2015 11:33am
21st Aug 2015 11:33am
Coded Verses
Revelation 13 18
A call for wisdom and understanding.
Job 28 28
That wisdom is to have the fear of God
And understanding is to abstain from evil.
28 and 28 multiplied and the added is 1
That is oneness between
Job and Revelation
With regards to wisdom
And understanding.
So because I need
Wisdom and understanding
I have to reckon the number
Of the beast which is also
A human number 666
According to Apostle John’s Revelation.
234 is the multiplication
Of the chapter and the verse
Which yet adds up again to 9.
234...
A call for wisdom and understanding.
Job 28 28
That wisdom is to have the fear of God
And understanding is to abstain from evil.
28 and 28 multiplied and the added is 1
That is oneness between
Job and Revelation
With regards to wisdom
And understanding.
So because I need
Wisdom and understanding
I have to reckon the number
Of the beast which is also
A human number 666
According to Apostle John’s Revelation.
234 is the multiplication
Of the chapter and the verse
Which yet adds up again to 9.
234...
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1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jun 2015 4:24pm
15th Jun 2015 4:24pm
Underneath a Poet
Poets are like everybody else
Except that they have
No body members beneath
That pour out honey and nectar.
Now say that like the poet you are.
Words like… meant to be used
Belong not with poets to use.
They are dirty slimy words
And they are derogatory.
Poets are just too decent
A breed for such words.
They are the only breed of humans
Who are alien to such dirty things.
I was eating ginger roots
Near the abattoir
When she looked down
Below six packs of hard meat
And exclaimed in...
Except that they have
No body members beneath
That pour out honey and nectar.
Now say that like the poet you are.
Words like… meant to be used
Belong not with poets to use.
They are dirty slimy words
And they are derogatory.
Poets are just too decent
A breed for such words.
They are the only breed of humans
Who are alien to such dirty things.
I was eating ginger roots
Near the abattoir
When she looked down
Below six packs of hard meat
And exclaimed in...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jun 2015 4:18pm
15th Jun 2015 4:18pm
Fatherhood
My children look for
Every space or semblance
Of any vacuums in my house
And fill them up with
Excited cries of “daddy!”
They cling to me
Like the branches of a tree
And run around me
The way pups do around a bitch.
They are in my poetry drafts;
In my plates of foofoo and edikaikong
In my chattering with my wife
And on my android games.
They won’t let me be.
A constant reminder
That they are now a part of me.
Fatherhood is like a
Flowing stream...
Every space or semblance
Of any vacuums in my house
And fill them up with
Excited cries of “daddy!”
They cling to me
Like the branches of a tree
And run around me
The way pups do around a bitch.
They are in my poetry drafts;
In my plates of foofoo and edikaikong
In my chattering with my wife
And on my android games.
They won’t let me be.
A constant reminder
That they are now a part of me.
Fatherhood is like a
Flowing stream...
#happiness
#uplifting
#fatherhood #children
#fatherhood #children
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2014 12:12pm
30th Sep 2014 12:12pm
Human Like Us
People should be treated
First as humans
Before anything else.
I take you as you are
But first as human.
For we were first humans
Before we became all-what-not
That we have become today.
So I would be glad
To be treated first
As human before anything else.
As human I enter with my wife
Into my room at night
And after our natural duties,
We gossip over many things.
We laugh about many funny things
That were said and done
During the day by our neighbours
And friends and all.
We mimic them...
First as humans
Before anything else.
I take you as you are
But first as human.
For we were first humans
Before we became all-what-not
That we have become today.
So I would be glad
To be treated first
As human before anything else.
As human I enter with my wife
Into my room at night
And after our natural duties,
We gossip over many things.
We laugh about many funny things
That were said and done
During the day by our neighbours
And friends and all.
We mimic them...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Aug 2014 10:11am
28th Aug 2014 10:11am
Salt of the Earth
It is people like you
Who make people like me.
To want to live on.
If alone to be there
When people like you
Need people like me
To live on too.
So I went to
The market place
Called humanity shopping;
Shopping for something
Something special;
Special and valuable.
I asked for salt.
The seller tells me.
“Finished”
I said:
“Why? Where can I get it?”
She said the woman
That supplies her salt was out of stock.
She said the woman
Had told her
The market where she
Gets salt was no more....
Who make people like me.
To want to live on.
If alone to be there
When people like you
Need people like me
To live on too.
So I went to
The market place
Called humanity shopping;
Shopping for something
Something special;
Special and valuable.
I asked for salt.
The seller tells me.
“Finished”
I said:
“Why? Where can I get it?”
She said the woman
That supplies her salt was out of stock.
She said the woman
Had told her
The market where she
Gets salt was no more....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Aug 2014 11:18am
25th Aug 2014 11:18am
Scattered Lines
Form, used to be it;
Structure was
What made it complete.
So all rhymes
And metrical measurements
Were employed in the marking
Of my lines;
And the intertwining
Of the cords formed
By my measured lines.
And the weaving of the cords
To get the strength
I thought was required
To draw the attention
Of the world.
But then the emptiness
That results from the
Firmness and strictness
As against the
Fluidity and harmony
And spirit of
Flowing thoughts-turned-word
On my paper
And on...
Structure was
What made it complete.
So all rhymes
And metrical measurements
Were employed in the marking
Of my lines;
And the intertwining
Of the cords formed
By my measured lines.
And the weaving of the cords
To get the strength
I thought was required
To draw the attention
Of the world.
But then the emptiness
That results from the
Firmness and strictness
As against the
Fluidity and harmony
And spirit of
Flowing thoughts-turned-word
On my paper
And on...
519 reads
0 Comments
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