by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 7, 2015 | POEMS
THERE WAS A TIME
There was a time
When humans were all heroes,
A long-way-home time when pride
Could be read on the face of each life,
Each single life of each single thing!
There was a time
When men and women used to stand strong
As up and high as oak trees,
An era when the fruitful wombs
Would breed and raise rainbows!
Back in the Days!
There was a time
When the hands of time were called freedom,
Long before the chains of fear
Along with the fear of chains,
Disturbed the symphony of chanting birds and waters!
There was a time
When the roses were all red in the garden,
Keeping harmony smiling and alive
Under a blue sky, next to a blue sea,
In a wonderful one-heart world!
There was a time
When I was living in my dream!
When I didn’t even know what dream meant
For everything was beautiful!
For all the humans had eyes on the starry future!
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 I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…).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.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 6, 2015 | POEMS
MY FATHER’S SON
My father’s son is the ultimate bastard.
Sired by three fathers and two mistresses.
Sowed at a brothel in the ghetto.
On three nights, dank and drunk.
But he’s also a monk
His temple on Kilimanjaro is grand.
With loud quietude from coherent humming.
His disciples wear green leaves and thick barks.
Father and son. Photo credit: Yelp.com
I did tell you he’s a misfit.
My father’s son drinks ales like fish,
Puff smokes like the steel mill furnace.
And knows the flavours of whores by sight.
He was never on any airplane.
But my father’s son has been to places.
Captured by map or imagination,
He mentored Gulliver, Alice and Apollo.
My father’s son has got some loose nuts
Doctor said it’s “delusion of Napoleonic grandiose”
He’s skipped his med for a while.
Did I also tell you he’s a poet?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rasheed Otegbola was born and attended elementary school in Lagos. He obtained a degree in Pharmacy from the University of Ibadan in 2014. He does creative arts and write poetry for recreation. His poems are inspired by fear and passion. He is happily married.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 3, 2015 | POEMS
FREEDOM FIGHTER
Here I am, looking for a blue colour,
The only key which can open that door
Behind which I may find the strength of hope,
Here I am, tired of this heavy coat!
This heavy coat breaking down my shoulders,
And turning my child days into nightmares,
Drawing lines on the face of a young one,
And watering thorns throughout my playground;
Nelson Mandela The Freedom fighter
Here I am, looking for my horizon,
Where Skies and Earth kiss for the best season…
Here I am, walking on dust and ashes,
My feet are burnt owing to blind clashes…
Here I am, digging with my two bare hands
In the hard soil of these hot barren lands…
Here I am, striving to unearth your smile,
For it is the reason why I survive…
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.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 1, 2015 | POEMS
REVERSE MODE
Let’s start from tomorrow.
And live the moments in reverse.
Skipping every tears and sorrow.
And recite backwardly this verse.
We’d part ways before we meet.
And make up before the quarrel.
Pass before we glimpse question sheet.
And drunk before emptying the barrel.
Reverse!
There shall be no terminal sickness.
Just regenerated youthfulness to tend.
Creasing skin losing toughness.
Backwardness that sores, it mend.
Let’s live from the morrow.
That we won’t meet to part.
Or need Ying and Yang , to borrow.
We may just end up at the start.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rasheed Otegbola was born and attended elementary school in Lagos. He obtained a degree in Pharmacy from the University of Ibadan in 2014. He does creative arts and write poetry for recreation. His poems are inspired by fear and passion. He is happily married.
Coming up on May 1 in University of Ibadan
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 29, 2015 | POEMS
Nature Dancers
They dance to the tunes
The friendly wind plays
Like masquerades
All to different beats
Nature choreographers
In void dance steps
Thrust their trunks in thin air
And salute the moon’s home call
The seas dance in waves
Voyaging fossils of old pilgrim
Back to our sole’s terrain
And seek the feet of strange toes
The alluring nature!
Nature dancers
The hives harbour
the buzzing flute of bees
The nest
A chimney smoking chirps
From bird’s beaks
I’ve seen them all
Nature dancers
Like the lightning
Dancing to the reggae
Played by the earth’s drummer
Like an oracle
Eve’s lips are fetish
And churns the beats
Adam’s heart desires
We are all nature dancers
When the clouds are unzipped
My ego is buried beneath
Till I pounce on the rain
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Awa Chigozie is a Nigerian. A student and resident of Abia State in Nigeria. He is a prolific writer whose keen interest is in poetry and fictional works. He has poems which have been published in anthologies and other media. He describes his works as a mirror to man’s act. Presently working towards releasing his first poetry collection.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 28, 2015 | POEMS
Humanly Speaking
We hate them
Who love us not
Is it our fault?
We love them
Who hate us not
That’s what we are taught
We try to love them
Who love us not
Now look where it has got
They think we are stupid
And take us for granted
They are hunters, we the hunted
They have a huge ego
Like that little frog of the river
But it’s stomach did burst, for ever
You remember?
So humanly speaking
I have been thinking
What if love was superficial
Like it sprung not from the supernatural
Wouldn’t it be diabolical?
What then do we say of love
Well….
Love!
The greatest minds of every age
Have viewed love as our greatest experience
Opening our minds to infinite intelligence
It is the outward expression
Of spiritual growth so to mention
It makes all the world to rejoice
For it brings all humanity in harmony
It purges out jealousy
Envy, selfishness and/ or greed
It is the mother of art
And Inspirer of a poet like I
It is the light
Upon life dark cloud
Love is the transfiguration
It enables, purifies and glorifies
What can I say of love
Except to admit is from above
A kind we should all have
Love is from God
And God….is Love
(By me, The God Centered Poet and Of course..The Whum Hero)
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..
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