Submissions by naijapoeteket (Idiong Divine)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I be an internationally acclaimed author of poetry, short stories and a novel.
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2010 11:46am
22nd Nov 2010 11:46am
One Day
I fear to wake
On to the day
When I hold my pen
To pen down a poem
And nothing comes forth
When I check inside
For Muse and finds her
Freezing away in silence.
And I press and press
Her chest and breast
And she hears not my call
Oh what a fall.
That day I fear
That day I dread
Shall never happen
Until I am no more
On to the day
When I hold my pen
To pen down a poem
And nothing comes forth
When I check inside
For Muse and finds her
Freezing away in silence.
And I press and press
Her chest and breast
And she hears not my call
Oh what a fall.
That day I fear
That day I dread
Shall never happen
Until I am no more
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2010 11:26am
22nd Nov 2010 11:26am
Just a Thought
I said to myself
I was going to write
My name up in the skies
That when men wake up
And look up
They will see me
Placed clearly, boldly.
I thought it was
Just a thought.
I was going to write
My name up in the skies
That when men wake up
And look up
They will see me
Placed clearly, boldly.
I thought it was
Just a thought.
839 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Nov 2010 8:34am
18th Nov 2010 8:34am
A Poem a Day
If I could write
A poem a day,
A poem a day.
Imagine
What will hapen
After many years.
An ocean of poems
Deep enough
To swallow humanity.
But I can't write
A poem a day,
A poem a day.
I have got jobs
To do.
So you are safe.
A poem a day,
A poem a day.
Imagine
What will hapen
After many years.
An ocean of poems
Deep enough
To swallow humanity.
But I can't write
A poem a day,
A poem a day.
I have got jobs
To do.
So you are safe.
813 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Nov 2010 11:11am
17th Nov 2010 11:11am
Strange War
It goes on
Nigerian oil war.
The government
Ordering soldiers
To shoot at us.
Soldiers, paid
With our oil and tax money
For killing our women
And children.
Nigerian oil war.
The government
Ordering soldiers
To shoot at us.
Soldiers, paid
With our oil and tax money
For killing our women
And children.
790 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2010 11:01am
17th Nov 2010 11:01am
Lonely Lovers.
Two is one
One is lonely.
Together, we long
Never to be.
One is lonely.
Together, we long
Never to be.
1097 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2010 7:40am
16th Nov 2010 7:40am
THE TRAVELLER 3
Don’t you see my flesh
Has grown weary with time?
The beards have gone grey
With grace
And the bones
Are beginning to ache
With stamina
But there is no room
For stopping
As each day emerges
With renewed spirit
That fires this tired flesh
And the travel must continue
We must cover every inch
Of the miles
That has been marked out for us
By life.
Has grown weary with time?
The beards have gone grey
With grace
And the bones
Are beginning to ache
With stamina
But there is no room
For stopping
As each day emerges
With renewed spirit
That fires this tired flesh
And the travel must continue
We must cover every inch
Of the miles
That has been marked out for us
By life.
828 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2010 9:23am
15th Nov 2010 9:23am
THE TRAVELLER 2
I look behind from
This fastwagon
To see the roads
I have passed
They lay flat and bare
Like a woman ravished;
Like a book read.
I turned my head forward at once
Lest it be heard
That I looked back.
Even a moment of pause
Would frighten
The breath out of me
Let it not be heard a t all
Lest I rust and rot away
without a name.
The road is stretching
itself ahead of us
Pouring out at the horizon
Into eternity
And we are like strangers to travels.
Who would have thought
That by now
That my luggage...
This fastwagon
To see the roads
I have passed
They lay flat and bare
Like a woman ravished;
Like a book read.
I turned my head forward at once
Lest it be heard
That I looked back.
Even a moment of pause
Would frighten
The breath out of me
Let it not be heard a t all
Lest I rust and rot away
without a name.
The road is stretching
itself ahead of us
Pouring out at the horizon
Into eternity
And we are like strangers to travels.
Who would have thought
That by now
That my luggage...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2010 9:09am
15th Nov 2010 9:09am
THE TRAVELLER 1
The road has stretched out again
Before me like a naked virgin
It lies naked ahead
Speeding into the horizon
Like a rushing river;
Twining itself in the distance
Like a wicked snake
And calling at my spirit
Beckoning and calling all the time
To remind me of my many more miles
I must cover.
Not that I am a stranger to travels
All the lands I have traversed
All the faces and places
All the peoples and cultures
All the obstacles I have crushed
And all the wealth I have gathered
The wealth of knowledge and of gold
But...
Before me like a naked virgin
It lies naked ahead
Speeding into the horizon
Like a rushing river;
Twining itself in the distance
Like a wicked snake
And calling at my spirit
Beckoning and calling all the time
To remind me of my many more miles
I must cover.
Not that I am a stranger to travels
All the lands I have traversed
All the faces and places
All the peoples and cultures
All the obstacles I have crushed
And all the wealth I have gathered
The wealth of knowledge and of gold
But...
865 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2010 11:12am
13th Nov 2010 11:12am
Religious Politics
The two bane
In the world.
That man keeps
Clinging to
As if letting go
Will take us back
To the stone age.
In future
There will be
Neither religion
Nor politics.
Only a peaceful government
Governed by love
And compassion.
In the world.
That man keeps
Clinging to
As if letting go
Will take us back
To the stone age.
In future
There will be
Neither religion
Nor politics.
Only a peaceful government
Governed by love
And compassion.
1251 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2010 10:55am
13th Nov 2010 10:55am
My longest Poem
Love...
Your neighbour:
Your God!
Your neighbour:
Your God!
808 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Nov 2010 3:44pm
12th Nov 2010 3:44pm
Coldness
The cold is like years back
When he was hung
Fifteen years ago.
By a hangman's noose
Through the verdict of a kangaroo court
Puppeteered bythe coldness
Of our worst Head of State.
The same wicked reason
He was put away.
By our State that thrive
On the blood of helpless masses.
The same reason we are fighting
Today after many years.
Blood and black gold.
The wicked leaders today
Threatens us with story
Of how Saro Wiwa was hung.
But they are talking
To a dead people...
A people they have...
When he was hung
Fifteen years ago.
By a hangman's noose
Through the verdict of a kangaroo court
Puppeteered bythe coldness
Of our worst Head of State.
The same wicked reason
He was put away.
By our State that thrive
On the blood of helpless masses.
The same reason we are fighting
Today after many years.
Blood and black gold.
The wicked leaders today
Threatens us with story
Of how Saro Wiwa was hung.
But they are talking
To a dead people...
A people they have...
967 reads
4 Comments
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