by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jul 24, 2015 | POEMS
PASSING THE BUCK
Some say it is the way of the rational human
We want not the blame but the praise
So passing the cup becomes the new craze
Leaving our Creator in a daze
Making Him want to create a new Man.
Nothing so wrong about admitting a crime.
We all make mistakes. True
We have none perfect. Not even a few.
Why fear the crowd? Their cry and hue
Forget it. The shame is but for some time.
THE BLAME GAME – the game we all play!
Forget the crowd. It is for God to forgive.
Forget the crowd. They would be ready to blame.
Bombarding you with reasons. Most of them lame.
Knowing not that their talk elevates you and you get more fame
The crowd will shout. Forgiveness is still for God to give.
Stop it. Quit passing the buck.
Just like passing around bad food.
Start being rational, stop being crude.
It definitely will do no one good.
Again, forget the crowd. To you, the best they can do is mock.
IBEKWE EMMANUEL
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 | Jul 17, 2015 | POEMS
Every morning he would cry
His only urge now is to die
Even with a thousand wings he couldn’t fly
He wishes happiness is a thing he can buy
He watches as his whole life crashes
His achievements in the past burnt to ashes
His hope for a better future dashes
Against the rock his redemption smashes
He walks around but he’s dead inside
His life has become a pain on his side
He’s caught and lost in life’s strong tide
He wishes he could find a cave forever to hide
Time after time he speaks in his mind
Time continues to wind
If only he can rewind
And change events from behind
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Durodola Folarin Quadri. Born on the first of January 1991. I attended the university of Ibadan as a student of Agricultural and Environmental Engineering. Editor-in-Chief of the departmental press organisation. I like books and one of the best I ever read was Living, Loving and Learning by Professor Felice Leonardo Buscaglia. I enjoy sports and computer games. Poetry gives me succour when I write about how I feel. Most times I write based on real situations because they inspire me more than imagination. I’m quiet and sometimes I’m being labelled as shy, while some simply say I’m an introvert.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jul 7, 2015 | POEMS
WORDS OF LONG AGO
(My son, be wise).
He cleared his throat
filled the last cup from the tea-pot
one sip, a deep cough
then called us both
‘Agogo, am not done with the dishes’
she said, her own business
no excuse for me,went alone
to listen to the stories fore-gone
Take a sit my child
you see, today’s generation is gone wild
and that’s how he began
as quick as a soldier at an adversary
fires his gun
of his wisdom, the grey hair spoke more
but that was only long ago
Today the words reverberate, still
fresh
i know for am living on the edge
tis a matter of life and death
we’ve lived to witness the birth
of pornography, evolvement of satanism
prophecies and atheism
Words of the Elders
It is not strange, was told from the
start
and why would i be stuck in a rut
for his logic i do espouse
so in pursuit of a spouse
‘i will marry a girl after seeing her mother’
a better way to find my significant other
if she be not appealing, i won’t bother
Again, i will spare my nose from poli-tricks
since the wise ought not go
to the doors of the rich
all this he said but with a sigh
then he died.. what a way to say
goodbye
Of youthful lust??
He warned, free from them..they kill fast
and respect for elders was a must
and ‘oh my son! He insisted
take time to play and pray
for too much study does wear you out
remember, there shall never be an end
to the reading of books
so sing a little, create rhymes and hooks
And yes my son
remember your creator
while you have breath
i bet, you’ll need him after death
These were the words of long ago
in my heart they’re inscribed
and no matter how i may fall
i will again rise up…and go
{in memory of my grandfather,
Makalichi Kagwira-Nkhoma}
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary For The Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ,in heavens wing..
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jun 16, 2015 | POEMS
LITTLE BIRD
Little bird little bird come home
My skies are empty without you
Little bird little bird come home
Your mother is waiting for you
Haven’t you heard she was dying
So often had she tried to walk
Her feet failed her, she’s now crawling
You can’t hear her, as she can’t talk
But I know you can feel her pain
For you are her blood and her breath
You are the shield against the rain
Don’t let her in the arms of death
Little bird!
Each day kills her a thousand times
She will not make it to the door
She begs God to disclose her crimes
And why He took away her core
The odds are no longer serving
They have turned greedy and empty
Remember she was a great queen
Now she’s a slave tied to a tree
Little bird Hope of Africa
Come home and never leave again
Don’t make today my last stanza
Don’t let me take the midnight train.
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.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jun 15, 2015 | POEMS
“Go Soul the body’s guest
Upon a thankless arrant
Fear not to touch the best
The truth shall be thy warrant
Go, since I needs must die
And give the world the lie.”
Sir Walter Raleigh- Soul’s Errand.
TELL DARKEN WEST
Say to the West they stink
And smears of filth
Tell, Convention fades like blink
Tell Bravery ’tis but myth.
Warn War of holocaust
Chide Strategy ’tis mere prank
Tell Peace it lies nought
When its rod faileth to spank.
Cry to Light it’s thin
And laxeth in its shine
Tell, Democracy can’t win
Unless with Villainy dine.
Tell Darken West!
Tell Psychopath He commends
And makes his fawn
Tell Awe of unsungness it mends
Tell Sun to trail when Flattery’s done.
Say to Faiths they gleam
On their sacred way man leaves dirty spoor
Say to the proud stream
It flows, oe’rflows and banes the moor.
Tell Courage it prateth
And flees when it’s the meanest
Rebuke Fate it wasteth
Tell strength it’s not the strongest.
Tell fatigue it’s mean
When this Truth thou harbinger
Tell, resilience is near
Near, near and nearer
As it drifts towards matyrs’ isle
Tell nudists there’s mantle.
When thou hast uttered thy foretellings
And lay bare their loomy goriness
Fear not their yellings
Till you saunder Oneness
Whence lieth their bestness
Exhume conscience from ashes of shyness!
Thou Soul, body’s guest
Fear not but torch Darken West!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Agbaakin Oluwatoyosi Jeremiah is a law undergraduate of the Premier University, University of Ibadan. Born on the 9th of April, 1994 in Ikire, Osun state, he is an active pressman in the university community where he heads the news unit in his hall press organization. During his secondary days, he won many essay competitions, performed poetry for state programs and participated in many literary activities.
He is not relenting as he keeps writing especially on his blog: muselord.wordpress.com. Apart from his keen love for legal studies, he has burning passion for writing fantasy novels, poems,and on philosophy. Battle Scar, a novel about the Biafran war was published to his credit on the top online forum in Nigeria, Nairaland in 2013 and it received a wide read.
I believe in fighting for integrity and justice at all cost as the noble laureate, Wole Soyinka rightly said “The man dies in all who keep silent in the face of
tyranny” and a legendary Judge once established that justice must not only be done but be manifestly and undoubtedly seen to be done.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jun 11, 2015 | POEMS
THE MOMENT I SAW YOU
The moment I saw you,
Sitting under the oak tree,
Running to catch the bus,
In the coffee shop,
I knew I had to have you.
This may sound ridiculous to you,
But it’s true none the less,
I loved you from that moment.
You occupy my thoughts day and night
I spend my days thinking about you,
Working behind the scenes to make your life beautiful
I saw you!
Wondering when my love for you would become apparent to you.
Remember that time you almost missed your lecture,
I’m the one who helped you make it in the nick of time.
Or the time you were depressed and on the brink of giving up,
I sent your friend to call you and cheer you up.
There are too many instances for me to recount them all.
Beloved, I love you with everything within me
I have called you by name
I have chosen you
Even when you did not know me
Or care to know me.
At the risk of being rejected,
I offer you my life
I want us to live forever in love and harmony
To go through life in sync with one another
It may take time for you to love me
But I don’t mind waiting
Your love is worth it.
I eagerly await your response.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sinmi Aiyelaagbe is a medical student who has enjoyed reading from a young age. She occasionally writes poems and short stories.
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