by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 11, 2015 | POEMS
PHARISEES
Once upon a time were
Certain men who pored
Over scrolls and much fanfare
To attain the history of the Lord
These were men with intelligence
Who walked the streets head high
Others bowed to look through their lens
Into the promise of the Most High
But the Nazarene came to change history
Challenging all they knew of the Books
He came and told a different story
Of forgiveness and how Heaven looks
Pharisees
So they plotted, planned and maimed
One who held the world in His hands
Using His shield better than they aimed
They set the time for breaking Hell’s bands
So today we thank them for their duty
But yet urge their descendants to take heed
In their anger they put into Earth beauty
Refusing to believe, unknowingly letting God lead
Tosin Oguntuase
About the Author
Tosin Oguntuase is a graduate of Economics from Nigeria’s premier University. She loves reading, writing and amusing herself in her head. She currently teaches in Abia State.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 8, 2015 | POEMS
THAT ONE PERSON
Came into your life unnoticed,
when it seems people do not recognize your existence,
when you feel odd among your peers.
Tried to straighten your life style that seems not to be meaningful,
Just because nothing can really define the kind of life you live.
Has always been standing even though sometimes
you feel you do not worth standing for.
The lifestyle you live is not because you want it,
just that you have always longed for that person that
will encourage you to get into that more exciting and fulfilled live.
Did not promise to be there during the storm,
but it is amazing that the rain couldn’t wash away that friendship
and its still standing.
Now laughs at your dry jokes,
Gives a shoulder to lean on and listening ears for your complaints and cries.
Has always been there to love you,
Care and pray for you
Sees the sorrows behind the smiles,
Understands when you scream and yell.
Believes in your dreams,
Has patience to protect your heart,
Has hopes in your dry bones.
Understands what it means to be there for you,
Doesn’t need to make promises when the sun is shining.
That one person.
About the Author
Olaitan Taiwo is a graduate of Economics from the University of Ibadan. She is a Make-up Artist who loves writing and currently an Editor for The Unity Magazine. She is an individual who believes in independence and advocates for girl child education. She is a creative lady who sees possibilities in difficulties. She is a listener focused on sharing her experiences to help young girls who are faced with life challenges. She is the brain behind the girlfriend’s club, a platform towards the outstanding performance of the girl child. She is also into the HIV/AIDS awareness and education.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 6, 2015 | POEMS
EVA
This day
At this flourishing bay
You remember?
Around that September
This spot
On this soil I sought
You’ve remembered?
Around that September
Ah-ah Eva!
At the bank of this river
Said you loved my cool
Said I loved yours too
Dinner with the King
That fetcher boy
Whom you exchanged with, joy
Yes! On this earthen place
Though you later promised the space
Saying to me, “Hail”
The third time would be the scale
One abracadabra was what escaped your mouth
And this is going to be the seventh of my shout
Ha! My dear Eva!
Thou beautiful lady of water
To what shall I likened you
To a bronze or golden pool
Don’t let Mama’s dream comes true
To marry Morountodun, that weary dude
Oops! Adetoun, the princess
Nothing to compare to your wrist self
To what shall I likened you
To a bronze or golden pool
We were together…
You should remember
Around that September
Said you loved my cool
Said I loved yours too….
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 | Mar 31, 2015 | POEMS
THIS POLL
This clamour for fame and power,
Firm and strong like a rigid tower,
Dredging higher even lower,
Like the stench of a fury fowler.
Can this be an ambition or slain esteem,
Craving for power and rule to redeem,
Oh! a wretch reaching to cleanse a spleen,
Helpless in his own cause and plea.
Awake oh youth; as this drama unfolds,
Unveiling the mask as you behold,
The masteries of greed it holds,
Representing the truth it can’t uphold.
Oh that this poll would be free and fair!
The right of freedom and its shares,
Lowly citizens would gladly bear,
The dividends of patriotism made bare.
Watch it! leaders and custodians be aware,
Ride on majestically in greed but beware,
The theft that rip the whole nation naked,
Will leave your own generations half baked.
Let this poll be a hallmark of truth,
Though its past and present seem crooked,
Refined your path amidst its brook,
Till its integrity enrich us all.
About the Author
Adeya Oluwatoyin Pleasant was born to Nigeria parents, Mr. and Mrs Adeya Ambrose, hails from Ondo state, Nigeria. She graduated from the Federal university of Technology Akure where she bagged honours in Crop science. She loves writing, reading and other creative works. Currently, she is in the practice of Crop science and fashion design.
She speaks of hope and dispatch it in the simplest form possible to all who cares to listen; influencing youths positively to step into emerging horizons. She is renowned for honesty and truth and she hates injustice.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 22, 2015 | POEMS
A heart of worship
I see holy hands,
Numerous as the seashore sand,
Responding to a worship band,
Yet expecting miracles from a magic wand,
Desperate voices scream for fame,
All muttering Jesus name,
Gambling with Christ as if in a game,
Making the church so lame,
Ecclesia stooped so low,
Obstructing the spirit’s flow,
Cringing at the sight of the Devil’s blow,
Licking wounds inflicted by the Accuser’s arrow,
As the strings and the trumpets peep,
Thousands weep,
Like Jonah in a fishy Jeep,
But their spirit is in a deep sleep,
Sunday is a day for the Halleluyah song,
Danced all week to the Devil’s gong,
Tossed and oppressed like a ping pong,
In need of a coal from heaven’s tong,
Beautiful to the eyes,
Like a stack of cherry pies,
Rotten on the inside with lies,
A meal fit for a swarm of flies,
Worship is not singing with strife,
After fighting with your wife,
Threatening to stab her with a knife,
Worship is living a holy life,
Not the swaying of hip,
Not the mumblings of the lip,
Not the hopping of men chased by Masquerade’s whip,
But honoring God’s love with a heart of true worship.
© 2015 by OSHO SAMUEL Adetunji
About the Author
Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems. He is a great thinker, creative and dexterous young man who does not only believe in excellence but also extols the tenets of discipline, hard work and effectiveness. He is an award-winning individual who is multifaceted and consistently measures success by effective impact.
He is a writer per excellence with articles published on VAVANE AFRICA, THE SCOOPNG, KONNECT AFRICA, Paarapo and Home zone media. He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012 with Tijani Mayowa. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.
You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 21, 2015 | POEMS
POISON TONGUE
To stay, would’ve have wished
at least for years more
Had it not been for the deceiver
Who my presence values not
They were here
Others were
She, a roaring lion chased them
The bird in the air
Had pity due to moans, endless groans
To their destiny it escorted them
now they sing Hallelujah!
Take heed as i say
That of her whisper this night past,
I heard, it was all lies
Sadly, in them you did swim
And demonised my sanity
But i won’t speak of innocence
I leave it to the Almighty
Time is a just judge
it will tell
Deceitful tongue
By the break of dawn
It came back, the bird did
Sung me a sweet lullaby
Said i had to prepare
For the journey to homeland
Where those relatives
that went before me
keep singing, Hallelujah!
Ask not why am leaving
When you never questioned
my stay
It means nothing when
It was her presence that mattered
Her words were pleasing to your sight
In them, you searched for truth
Not in mine, so go to her
How will i say Adieu
To the many seasons under your
tutelage, Father?
You’ve been the best
Though ‘ve seen the worst
From the other body
you call your own
‘Her tongue spits poison’
Label her a demigod
Reward you for that she will
To her earthly throne
Enshrined in her constitution
Is freedom of the only kind
‘Freedom of worship’
Not to anyone
But to her dictatorship
It was a vision
Arising from the sole reason;
Pain, pain and more pain
I exit parental guidance
And enter bachelorhood
In this other world
i am the captain of my Ship
if it sails backwards,
i will have myself to blame…
By me, The God Centered Poet
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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