I THINK ABOUT LIFE

I THINK ABOUT LIFE

I THINK ABOUT LIFE

I think about life
The peace and the strife
This miserable life
Depressing like a nagging wife

A deadly game
Not for the lame
Unconditional fame
The only aim

The rule is organised crime
Perpetrated time to time
Violence in its prime
Existence sour like lime

Day after day
The clock ticks away
We move closer to a day
After which no other day

Thinking about life. Source: internet images.

Thinking about life. Source: internet images.

When death comes calling
The soul hearkens running
Life’s candle stops burning
To the Lord the soul is returning

At the time of death
Time for the last breathe
So useless is wealth
So unhelpful is health

On the last day
The soul ready to fly away
Close ones hoping it would stay
But the body must return to the clay

O negligent one
Think of all you’ve done
One day you’ll be gone
Like the bullet from a gun.

© 2015 by DURODOLA Folarin

 

 

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.

LOVE THEN

LOVE THEN

LOVE THEN

If you can hate, why don’t you Love,
Don’t be a snake, just be a dove,
Rise like the sun, open up your arms,
Be that sweet home, keeping us warm,
Make the world smile, happy for real,
Play like a child, who is just healed,
Respect this Life, She’s your true Friend,
For the Future, walk hand-in-hand;

Love instead of hate

Love instead of hate

If you can Love, why do you hate,
Take off that glove, don’t hurt your mate,
Don’t blame him please, if he’s like coal,
You’re meant to live, for the same goal,
You sons of pains, forget your past,
Snow brought you chains, just bring her grass,
Colours of gold, colours of blood,
Don’t turn cold; we’re from one God;

If you can hate, then you can Love,
Do not frustrate, the Heart of Lord,
Give Him the name, that shall please you,
He’s still the same; He’s just one Truth,
He’s colourless; He’s all on Earth,
Slave and Highness, He’s Life and Death,
He’s the Shepherd, no one’s above,
He’s you and I, the perfect Love.

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.

NO PAL IN NEPAL

NO PAL IN NEPAL

No Pal in Nepal

Rain drops at midnight
Tremors in sunlight
The clouds give a cry
And the earth a reply.

Rubbles, once landmarks
Land slid structured bench marks
Avalanching peaks
Enveloping thicks.

The sunken need no relief
The standing stunned by grief
The brave loosing will
Strange succors now their pill.

The quake in Nepal. Source: Reuters

The quake in Nepal. Source: Reuters

Rocks tumbling
Land marks crumbling
Abodes rumbling
High-rise stumbling.

Shaking and vibrating
Loud cries trumpeting
Casualties updating
No more gyrating.

Rolling, falling
Stranded calling
Aves cease flying
Hopes lay dying.

Patting, cuddling
Aid men saddling
Fast paddling
New dawn waddling

 

© 2015 Eghele Akpere

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Eghele Akpere is a graduate of Applied geology from the Ladoke Akintola University of technology, Oyo State, Nigeria. Currently serving as a youth corps member. He appreciates the art and adventure of poetry.

A STORY OF US

A STORY OF US

A STORY OF US

I need to tell you a story,
A story of you, a story of me,
A story of the place that we lost,
A story of the land with no lust;
It is your story, it is my story,
It is the story of unity;

I need to tell you a story,
A story that you will see
If you walk to the bright future,
That sweet home with no door,
It is your story, it is my story,
It is the story of milk and honey;

 

A story of us

A story of us

 

I need to tell you a story,
A story that you have to be,
Unlike that one you lead,
That one which makes eyes bleed,
It is your story, it is my story,
It is the story of fair and friendly;

I need to tell you a story,
A story of beauty and eternity,
A story of here to be there,
A story of there to come near,
I need to tell you that story,
A story of true and happy.

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.

ACTIONS, EMOTIONS; PERCEPTIONS

ACTIONS, EMOTIONS; PERCEPTIONS

Actions, Emotions; Perceptions

 

We express our interpretations of reality in diverse manner
Colors that disperse in such beautiful spectra
Glowing with exceptional radiance
Resplendent in extra-ordinary ambience

 

They say blue is love
Red is the color of blood
Purple suggests royalty

 

Gold is said to symbolize wealth and comfort
White is likened to purity
Often also likened to affluence
Green represents positivity

Just the way you feel!

Just the way you feel!

 

Have you ever dared to ponder upon certain mysteries?
Underlining themes of our very existence
Mysteries such as our everyday sleep

 

Have you ever wondered why we try, but fail to exist without emotions?
Feelings! As described by some
Endless cyclic phenomena to which even science has failed to proffer adequate theories

 

The intangibly tangible
That enable us appreciate the very essence of tangibility

 

Ladies and gentlemen;
I paint before you
Colors of you and colors of me

 

Actions, Emotions; Perceptions
Tripartite bedrock(s) of our humanity

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Adejobi Israel O. is a young emerging and pioneering leader with a rapidly growing sphere of influence and recognition.

Asides an educational background in Statistics (B.SC), he exerts an active presence in creative writing (poetry, prose, plays, et cetera). As at 2013, he had well over five hundred poems written and that number keeps piling rapidly as ever. He is also actively writing (reports, communiqués, amongst other forms of writing best suited for the corporate environment) as well as events, projects revolving round the central theme of human capital development.

In his short, but fast-paced years, Adejobi Israel has pumped all of his time, energy and resource into all and many things noble geared towards capacity building in readying himself and others – alongside and behind – for appropriate positioning and competence for excellence amongst and above his counterparts on the global scene.

DUST FOR DUST

DUST FOR DUST

DUST FOR DUST

Oh Earth!

Thou home of divers being

White and black have you beget

Death dethroned through Cain

Dust!

Dust!

Home for all, Home you’re

The Creator had made you like that

Near the way, home was far

Cain slayed him, slayed with wrath

 

 

Thus, we wake a carcass on morrow

Crying for the dead with hearts so narrow

Home call, we sing at their funeral

The days in thee are ephemeral

 

 

Home you’re, home for none

Dust return, home for the born.

OLABISI SEYI-OMOTOSHO

 

 

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.

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