by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jan 25, 2016 | POEMS
DO THE GODS FALL IN LOVE? THE CITY PASIFA
In the ancient times of the gods,
There existed a city,
The little city of PASIFA,
It was neither on earth, neither was it in heaven nor on the ocean bed,
It was in a place that hid vast mysteries.
In a place where the stars were everly radiating their pleasing beauty,
Where the moon was always at its brightest,
And breathe taking when it was at it’s crescent.
Shiny but cool the sun rose mysteriously every morning,
Beautiful and colourful the flowers were when the sun shone upon them,
Their rivers were pure and colorless you could see different fishes at the bottom,
Somewhat more pleasing than imagined.
The children played around the hay during the summer,
And hid in their little play house while it was snowing during winter,
Their harvest blossomed year upon year!
It indeed a little good city to be!
The gods were with them I would have nearly said,
Until,
The night the stars turned red,
The crescent moon was swallowed by the dark night clouds,
All the beautiful flowers began to wilt,
The cool sun became just too hot,
The rivers evaporated just as fast as the fishes swam for their dear short lives !
Loving mothers consoled their ‘now sad children’,
Even the white snow became just too hot.
“Are the gods still with us? ” Prometheus the bravest man shouted, straining his vocal cords.
In anger and a descent sense of courage,
He sets off to the treacherous and unmerciful mountain,
MOUNT. TRATIS,
Known as the living place of the gods.
There Prometheus was in the midst of gods;
Zeus, god of heaven earth and justice,
Poseidon, god of sea and earthquake,
Ares, god of war, hatred and violence
Demeter, the goddess of hearth and all growing things
And,
Aphrodite, godess of love and beauty.
Poseidon and Ares were fighting more aggressive than a ferocious beast would, over the love of Apphrodite,
Which indeed left Pasifa in pandemonium and disaster,
Demeter in her pure and humble spirit pleaded that Zeus took control ’cause the peace if the gods was the peace of all cities.
In a moment of heroic action Zeus rose in eminent anger and declared peace at once.
And suddenly, there was silence,
And it was all over.
Zeus took control and Prometheus returned back to Pasifa to give the great news,
But time passed all too soon and everything was in shambles.
Soon later Pasifa grew,
But it never returned to its old glory.
In the ancient the time of the gods,
There existed a city,
The beautiful little city of Pasifa,
That befell calamity by the gods Love or Lust?
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About The Author
Obilaja Fisayo is a 200L computer engineering student at the Lagos state University. He has flair for poems, short stories and gives speeches and also indebted to in science.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jan 18, 2016 | POEMS
TORTURE
If wishes were horses
I still would prefer a Lamborghini
I would feel better if it`s not public buses
At least beggars cannot get a ride in it.
They say suffering is no ornament
No one would feel proud with it on their neck
Suffering should be for but a while, not permanent
If it tarries, take another card from nature`s card deck.
All things good come to those who wait
You waited this long and this be your taste?
You took time to nail your coffin
I envy your ambidexterity.
Why enter just to endure
Since you can be free to enjoy
Your life is one and it ends too soon
I envy you a lot. Seems you love torture
Free you are. Sure.
A caged lion in a zoo is free too
Limited but to the ends of the cage
This sums up your case, to the letter and page
I do not know what you enjoy
You could be masochistic for all I know
Perhaps you feel more alive and good to go
When you know what punishment he has for you next.
Your smile has become so sad
Your laughter tell tales of bitterness
If this sad mien be your smiley face,
What then would sad look like?
Why stay locked up just to feel among
Your relationship status changes not a stock market pip
Why be sad when you can boldly stand,
Point to the door and kick him out.
I take my time to feel bad for you
Do take time and do yourself some good
Remain single and wait for the right one
Remember, everything good comes to those who wait.
So, if wishes were horses
I would prefer you stay single and happy
Take him to your door, you need not be snappy
Give him some money and kick him onto one of `em buses.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
What happens when Philosophy meets with very vivid imagination?
Emmanuel Ibekwe is ‘who’ happens. I am a graduate of the University of
Ibadan, but, still a student of the School of Imagination situated
inside my world, I love penning down abstract thoughts poetically or
if need be, in an article. I guess that’s what happens when Philosophy
meets with Creativity and the willingness to express it.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jan 15, 2016 | POEMS
Life Addict
Am just craving,
I mean my hands shaking,
Twitching for some…..
Just a:
Drag, fix, high!
Just one more time,
That sick hunger,
Foul thoughts,
and fading sights.
Resolute and wretched,
My high resolution image,
A crook and wretch,
The bottle and booze,
Seducing my shiver,
Quivering lips.
I said No more!!
Yea just yesterday,
Hooked on life,
Yet death and her red lips,
The slender of her thighs,
My blunders remain,
While I soak in the smoke.
I got a fix of life,
Took a full drag of health,
Tasted strength,
Yes her supple breasts,
The whole of me said no!
Amen!
A life addict.
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About the Author
Damilola Jonathan Oladeji is a Real Estate practitioner who loves to employ words, he is a Nigerian who believes in the power of spoken words to tangibly influence tomorrow, Mummify the past and keep the present in perspective.
He writes poems to capture the moments, stories to entice the readers into great attitudes and he loves the sound of music.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jan 13, 2016 | POEMS
THE NIGHT TREASURE
It was all dark and silent,
In a city filled with violence,
Crime was at the heart of every home,
There I was, at the city’s south gate,
Panting and silently ranting with annoyance
‘Cause there was none to rade!
‘Flickle-shikle’ I heard, sound of the city gates opening,
Pronto! my eyes and ears sprang up to alertness,
“Rich we’re tonight” I said to cosmos, my co-rader.
Slowly but surely, the late night visitor passed our little unnoticed cover.
Fat and chubby the visitor was,
Just like he eats yummy snack all his life
Exhilarated cosmos and I were,
Chucking and nodding our heads in anticipation of how thrilling his possessions would be.
Just in a moment,
There he was at the center of the city,
Looking somewhat confused! “This is the perfect moment” I concluded,
Boldly but fragile I walked, in an attempt catch my treasure for that night alone.
Staggering and dizzy like a real drunk the visitor became all too soon,
Confusion engulfed my heart!
With the despiracy still in me, I moved a little further and then, it happened,
Right into my criminal hands he slumped.
Quickly but steadily I dragged him into a narrow, silent and dark corner just before a tavern,
Hurryingly I lit my little candle and searched his body carefully for possessions while cosmos was on the watch.
In a second, I unwrapped his jacket off his chubby body, and then another jacket, and the next, and after that another and yet the fifth one!
In a great moment of surprise and confusion,
The visitor who seemed chubby was now a young beautiful lady that looked pale and exhausted!
That night, guilt and confusion ran through my veins.
Soon after, we were in my large but scanty room
“Puff-puff” she coughed taking a glass of the water.
And then, the simple beauty and smile of her face, tickled my little criminal heart!
I gazed at the empty space for a while saying
“Could it be Ade-Ronke the Oracle said I would meet some day?,
Or Ade-Dayo whom the Oracle said we’d be together? “
Only to ask of her name in a low tone, and behold
Aderonke-Adedayo her name indeed was.
“The gods be praised” I said at once!
Without haste, I soon stopped waiting at the city’s Gate, so did cosmos.
We soon fell ** ****, and the rest is history!
It was all dark and silent,
Aderonke-Adedayo, the treasure I caught that night!
About The Author
Obilaja Fisayo is a 200L computer engineering student at the Lagos state University. He has flair for poems, short stories and gives speeches and also indebted to in science.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jan 10, 2016 | POEMS
TODAY IS YESTERDAY’S TOMORROW
The Wise says:
TODAY is yesterday’s tomorrow
This week is last week’s next week
This month is last month’s next month
This year is last year’s new year
Alas, Time waits for no man
Tomorrow comes every TODAY I live.
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
The Lazy says:
Tomorrow is there
I have no need to sow
My quiver is full of grains
I have no need to buy seeds
Alas, Tomorrow came in the company of famine
Starvation and hunger had a field-day
The lazy starved and died tomorrow’s yesterday
The borrower says:
I am hungry now
Lend me this and that
I will pay on the full moon
The full-moon came and met him groping
Alas, The creditor knocked on the door
On the full-moon’s New-moon.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Francis Omode,a graduate of Mathematics from the University of Ibadan. I will share just two events from my life. First, on 12th April 2014, in a meeting of Business Executives of a company I worked part-time, I was told to my face what looked like I’ve wasted 3 years of my life. In minutes I realized how the educational system failed in preparing me for the reality of life. I made up my mind to work on myself. I have not looked back since then. Two, “you can build your own things that other people would use” were the words of Steve Jobs that changed the way I look at life. It opened me up to the idea that a way to change the way people work,think,eat and love in Nigeria/Africa is to produce/promote “Made in Nigeria” products. For me, this is the future of Business in Nigeria.
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