by KREATIVE DIADEM | Aug 27, 2015 | POEMS
♠A VOID SONG♠
“Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover,
everyone becomes a poet” – Plato
Void song!
Karima,
Mine, is a supplication of wordless rhymes
Nurtured by loneliness and the warmth
Of straying thoughts
Can I wait any further?
On this interminable road of endless love
The emissaries of bashful beams
Have refused to bring the message of peace
And my helpless heart continues to host
The banquet for ranging wars.
Now, I sit at the slopping edge of a bated breath
Flipping through the pages of a hacked off memory
Searching for a song
Searching for the calming chorus of your words.
My path is deserted tonight,
No traces of a wayfarer lurking behind the trees
No footsteps to drum of yesterdays
Yesterdays’ haunting memories of cuddlesome games.
This night is silent
Singing the songs of loneliness
And I follow suit
Singing for the dawn.
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 24, 2015 | POEMS
BLACK I AM
Black I am, and proud to be one,
Happy to call Brother each man;
For this world is one sweet village,
Though the strong arms of a cruel age,
An age of fear and death,
Squeeze it to let it out of breath,
Breaking down the wings of freedom,
Setting up the tyrant’s kingdom.
Black I am
Source: www.attatravel.com
Black I am, Black from Africa,
Fed with damsons and cassava,
My skin is made from an oak tree’s,
My words are deep like the blue seas,
I love you wherever you’re from…
Whatever your hurt in this storm,
I know plants that can get you healed,
I have for you a better meal.
Black I am, for I was born Black,
I could have been Red, Yellow, White,
I could have been from your Mother,
But I’m Black, Black from my Mother,
Take my hand inside of your heart
And follow the path to the start,
It’s the way to milk and honey,
The way back to our Family.
RAY NDEBI
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Théodore René Ndebi, born in Cameroon. I graduated in Banking Management. But what really makes me proud and happy is WRITING !!!!! I started writing around 1990. I write the most I can.
I mostly write for children’s future. As a child, I had always dreamt of a world where poor children and orphans could be happy as well. I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…). My first published novel; THE LAST GHOST/Son Of Struggle got published in 2013 by AuthorhouseUK; it appears in the LOS Angeles Times Festival Of Books Catalogue 2014 Page 8. Available online @ Amazon, Kindle, AuthorhouseUK, Barnes & Noble, Indie. I wrote numerous award winning texts. I am a Book Reviewer and Translator. I am a member of OneAfricanChild since 2013 and Co-Founder of Le Salon Du Livre Yaounde-Cameroon. You can check my works on: authorrayndebi.wordpress.com.Ray Ndebi on Facebook, @RTNdebi on Twitter, Facebook Page My Soul & Mon Ame.
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by KREATIVE DIADEM | Aug 22, 2015 | POEMS
LOST IN LUST
If my soul rests upon this lustful feminine
Don’t mourn dear family
I have found a place so comfortable
It renders earth incomparable
I am lost in lust
soaked in dust, bathed with rust
Ah! This place is like eternity!
Pure, sacred, I think one of the angel’s commodity
Allow me, maybe once, twice or more
Pure me, not with diluted massage but raw
I would not do it again!
Arabinrin, ero mi ni ko koko ordain
Be careful of the zone for the lost – lust!
I am lost in words
Long for lust
Ouch! This place is like eternity
Pure, sacred, I think one of the angels commodity
Don’t you know how I feel?
Wanting, horny…rubbish, don’t you know you can kill?
I’ve learnt of Carolina
But your body tortured me like Hausa bilala
This feminine must be poikilothermic
Wet! Now! As if she contacted a chronic epidermic
She seems to be heterotrophic
My body she lives as if she’s saprophytic
Inspired by a poet
(c) Seyi Omotoso, 2015.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I was born on 19th Feb. 1996. I hail from Ikire the land of Dodo, Osun state. I attended Holy Cross Catholic Primary School, Ikire. Having graduated, I was admitted to Saint Augustine’s Commercial Grammar School where I was elected as the Social prefect boy of my set. I was then one of the competitors group, a group said to be the community of the intellectuals. Having succeeded in the secondary school, I opted to study Medicine in the great citadel of knowledge; The Lagos State University, Ojo which was successful but to a different course, Physics.
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.
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