by KREATIVE DIADEM | Aug 19, 2015 | POEMS
[HOMELESS DREAMS]
For the internally displaced…
I
I wake up to the silent tonalities
Of homeless voices
I see dreams trudge along
In clothless rags
I watch weary people look out
For the rays of hopeless days
I feel my heart crying out loud
To save the desiccated agony of these helpless faces…
II
But this is my land
This is where I belong
This is where I took my first step
As a lovely child clutching to my father’s dream…
But this is my land
This is where I belong
This is where I took my first strike
With my hoe eating deep into mother earth…
But this is my land
This is where I belong
This is where I slept and dreamt
Singing in the language of the stars…
But… this is my land!
My
Ho –
me
Was
Here..
.
A homeless man with big dreams.
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III
Too late.
I was drenched in the reality of my plight
The heartless ambiguity of my ‘home’
In one quick swipe of insurgency
I was given the suffix of a hell
‘less’…
Just like the gliding fish
Buried under the euphoria of curling waves
But,
who after a light lunch…
Woke up to the waves of boiling steams
The heartless ambiguity of ‘home’ –
Water and hot water.
IV
Homeless…
Like the birds flying over a turbulent ocean
With no trees around to make their nests.
Homeless…
Like the helpless fish
Gliding with no will in the cooking pot
Homeless…
Like a fugitive murderer
Running away from flashlights and hungry dogs
Homeless…
Like a swarm of bees driven from their skep
By aggressive bulldozers in their heartless rides
Homeless…
Like the bush rats
Smoked out of comfort by the hungry fire
Homeless…
Like a lost explorer driven to a lonely shore
By the anger of a terrible tempest…
Homeless…
Like a madman condemned to an endless journey
By a heartless mind…
Homeless,
like me
D
I
S
P
L
A
C
E
D
.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Oredola Ibrahim, the winner of Inspiring Brilliance Foundation National Poetry Award 2012, believes in poetry as a tool for self discovery and ultimately, a potential tool for national transformation. His poetry delves into popular themes like politics, love and inspiration. Oredola Ibrahim is the convener of WhatsApp Poetry Contest, a periodic competition organized on the platform of “The Penclan Initiative” (www.penclan.com). He is a campus journalist, a student-entrepreneur and a web designer. He’s currently a student of the University of Ibadan. He tweets @platolaw and can be reached via asiaquad@gmail.com.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Aug 18, 2015 | POEMS
DISCREPANCIES
I walked past a very noisy graveyard
On my way to a dried up well of life
Where I hoped to find some pearl among the swine
That goes there to water the well
I entered a garden of monsters
Monsters with high need for vegetables
In their midst, I listened to the music of silence
Their water source, a great lake, taught me how to sink to swim
I teleported to the world of humans and met a girl I could trust
Her brother a playboy, has only one girlfriend
Her pregnant elder sister was still a virgin
And her five year old kid brother was already a father
I replaced my thinking cap with that of foolishness
Sitting down properly so as to stand better
Closing my eyes to see better
And finally climbing up so as to go down
Discrepancies!
I shielded my eyes from the moonlight at noon
Spreading my arms to receive the sun at night
Dancing joyously as the rainwater went up the clouds
The heat this winter has been sweltering
Listen to wisdom from a lunatic
Suave as stability from an imbecile
I drank the wine of discrepancies
Suddenly, I made sense of them all.
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 | Aug 16, 2015 | POEMS
A wise saying once said “show me your friend and I will tell you the kind of person you are”
Who really do you call “my people”
How well do you know them?
Can you really trust he/she with your life?
My people are bold and proactive
They are never afraid to go beyond their norm.
We love taking risks and doing the impossible
My people!
My people do not settle for less
They believe everything can be achieved by trying.
A No doesn’t mean the end.
My people care about one another.
We look after ourselves like brothers and sisters.
We believe that we can’t do without the other.
How would you describe “my people”?
Take time out to think about it and keep reminding yourself about the quality of people you surround yourself with.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Paul Alasiri is a Fitness Junkie and a Digital Marketer who has just rediscovered his passion for writing. When he isn’t writing, he is always networking and reading articles that he plans to apply so he can change the world. You can follow him on Twitter @PaulAlasiri.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Aug 13, 2015 | POEMS
THE WATCH-MAN
to every living thing
the stars, moons and the subjected sun
to every dead thing
humans, animals and admired plants
lies an untold tale of a buyer
to every living soul
of birds, bats and ambitious owls
to every non-living
stones, gravels and still mountains
lies unfamiliar loneliness.
two things has life offered me;
lost memories of dead seas and oceans
lost homes of amphibians, and doves
which coils under many songs of a deflected wind
Watchman
He turns out of turnarounds
without a stop or amused dot,
the Watchman wipes his handkerchief
wearing off dust, sand and stimulated wooden frames.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nana Arhin Tsiwah is a disciple of Pan-African Consciousness and a student of Akanism. Tsiwah, a linguist- performist of Mfante-Akan Ancestry writes from Cape Coast, Ghana.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Aug 12, 2015 | POEMS
HAIL NIGERAREA!
We hail our own dear country
Our fatherland that has always shed tears
Nigeria, our rulers prevail
Amidst the trembles and cracks of our feet
The land stays green
Nigeria we hail thee
Still we hail our greed
The penury amongst our kinsmen is fed
While we die fat
The WE that reap from the spoils of the nation
Hail the heroes of Nigeria!
Our own dear native land
Left to the toil of injustice
Poured on hard rock of dis-unity
And fed the meal of corruption
Surviving on the remains of mother nature
Though tribe and tongue may differ
We cue every dawn of the day
We remind ourselves of the tribe on the throne
Driven by our ideas, our believes
And let our grief prevail over being Nigerians
In brotherhood we stand
Yet we stand beside ourselves with surmise
Are we truly one nation
Or we are just a scam of fulfillment
A patch from our colonial masters
Nigeria all are proud to serve
Serving for the pristine nature of a NIGERIAN
We serve our fatherland as youths
WE serve our pockets as Rulers
Will our dear nation be proud of our service
Our sovereign motherland
Our realm responds to our pulse
Our pulse of freedom
Are we united by force
Like woods of furniture sum
Sum by the pressure on nails
Arise O’ Compatriots!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Abiodun A. Aremu is a graduate of Moshood Abiola Polytechnic, where he studied Accounting. He is in constant search of knowledge and loves the pen.
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