by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 17, 2015 | POEMS
GIRL I LOVED YOU ONCE
Girl I loved you once
And that was before you showed me
A part of you which I never knew
Bitter lessons I then drew
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
You showed me your waist
And granted the green lights
That I could proceed had I preferred
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
We went to hebalium gardens
Where you exposed your tits
And thighs plus calculated sighs
For the touch I had maneuvered
Was flailing and hot
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
You made me see your navel
So that I would marvel
And get into the mood
Of evading the virgin waters
The wet of places never dry
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
Our spirituality was dwindling
Dreaming nasty dreams
Got attacked by demonic spirits
In the process
These evils gave them access
Girl I loved you once
And was determined to die for us
But your angelic voice
Turned out inviting but immoral
As we made those late night calls
Girl I loved you once
And that was before I realised
We were but living in sin
Then I no longer gave you affection
At a time you still expressed passion
Thus you threatened to quit
Due to lack of attention
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
We felt the guilty conscience
Then i figured out why
Heaven never smiled at us
And Oh girl! It all emanated
From the poisoned kiss
The strip tease
The lusts of the flesh
we wanted to please
But girl, though I loved you once
This is our last chance
Before we entirely forget about us
and embark a journey on separate ways
Let’s also forget about sin
and many a worldly invention
As each one works out their own salvation
And to you girl who I loved once
This poem to you should be my last
So let it teach you something
Albeit we have a common past
But sharing God’s word is a must
For eternal salvation is kept for those
Who in Christian walk remain steadfast
By me, The Whum Hero and Of course 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..
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 15, 2015 | POEMS
Mojirola Abeki
Yes, a million birds-one peacock
A million stars-one moon
A million women-one you
Eyė Bi Okin k’osi nigbo
I have a story to tell you
Yes, a tear to break
I have a head to ache
The story of true missing love
The skies are without a star
The moon, hidden like a scar
My pain cannot be taken to a spa
For My smile is only an avatar
Two lovebirds
Everything seem fake
Even the cake we bake
Soothes our pain and aches
Only for a little joy break
When would I find one like you?
Whose love never aches
Who would hold my hands thru pains
And would know my smile is pale
Who would tell me who I truly am
Abeki, loving you is eternal
Beyond life’s ephemeral
Your touch Soothes my sprain
Your voice Soothes my pain
Your presence give hope
Your absence-tears evoke
When would I find one?
Whose love is greater than mother’s
Whose support is greater than father’s
Whose care company feels like brother’s
Perhaps when I meet you Again.
TIJANI Oluwamayowa.
About the Author
Tijani is a poet, witty speaker, and award-winning Journalist. He was awarded most outstanding Pressman at University of Ibadan for 2013 and 2014.
As a public speaker, Tijani became arguably the finest speaker on any Nigerian campus, following his win at the Nigerian Championship of Public Speaking (Abuja 2013).
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by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 14, 2015 | POEMS
ABRACADABRA
(And that will be for the day)
Buuu bu buu booooo
Blast it off
Pu phu pluuuuu lulu pro
Prophets, pastors
Popo, politicians, gangsters
Rhetorical masters
You are magicians
All of you
Lolo lo lawyers, mayors
Soothsayers
You are just the same
Full of twaddle
Belonging to this name
‘Magicians’
All of you
I’ve heard of your
hocus pocus
In church, streets
Universities
Entertainment or conference centers
Donors..that day at Bingu International
How come the aid comes
With demands so rational?
And them leaders
Voice so mellifluous
But just for the instance
Bringing no transformation
Wow! Abracadabra
The supreme Deity
Will flagerrate
The nincompoopery
Out of you
Then your eyes will crop up
And serve as a presage
To the direction you are heading, hades
Or do you need new specs
To vividly foresee
The outcome of hypocrisy?
And to you recidivists
How long will you be
Held by the wrong arm of the Law
Till you bleed to death?
Retire from malfeasance
And come to to to to to light
“For the good and the Wise lead quiet lives”
(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.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 13, 2015 | POEMS
THE ROAD TO NIGERIA
The road to Nigeria is littered
with bones of those who protest,
those who splash spittle on the
faces of our generals,
those who lock their doors
and bid farewell to their relatives.
The road to Nigeria is littered
with skulls of innocent masses,
bodies of men whose wives curse
their murderers every night.
Zuma, the rock of Nigeria
The road to Nigeria is full of Soldiers
who test the potent of every bullet
by burying them in our bellies.
The road to Nigeria is full of blind seers,
greedy polithievesmen with lips carved
with lies.
The road to Nigeria is full of citizens
who die as they wait for a blurry
tomorrow.
RASAQ MALIK
About the Author
Rasaq Malik is a graduate of the University of Ibadan. His poems have appeared in online literary journals and magazines. He is presently awaiting the publication of his debut poetry collection.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 13, 2015 | POEMS
IT IS TWELVE…
It is twelve
And the day is at crossroads;
Evening wrestles night
For the rights of time
It is twelve
And it is a new day
This day begins its day yawning
A hundred loads
Loom on its discourteous sun
Its face, dyed with uncertainty
Deep rooted in fantasies
And doctored memories
It is 12:00am, Good morning!
It is twelve,
Bath-supplications compete at crossroads
It is twelve
And it could birth anything;
They were twelve,
Clustered at their master’s feet
At the sound of jiggling coins
One thought of Wall Street
And boarded the next train
Does it matter?
If it were a day or people?
It was twelve in June…
They faulted the people’s wish
And dug a thousand graves
Bio
‘Gbenga Adeoba is a lover of words. His poems have appeared in Sankofa LitMag, Bukrepublik and elsewhere.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 12, 2015 | POEMS
IS IT HOME HERE
Is it my home here,
Is it the place called everywhere,
Is it the world where there used to be
Colourless smiles and good music,
Is it the place where we used to dance
When around bonfires there was no fence,
When the elders were telling their tales
For the Future to exhale;
Is it my home here,
Is it the place called everywhere,
Is it the village where the soil was green,
The house where a man was a king
As up and high as the sun,
As brave and proud as strong,
When his voice could break any curse,
When the nature praised his course;
Is it home here
Is it my home here,
Is it the place called everywhere,
Is it the land where Mum was born,
Where she could farm despite fever and sunburn
In those times of proud dresses
Flowing from queens to princesses,
When crowns were made of pure stones,
When any single chair was a throne;
Is it my home here
Is it the place called everywhere,
Is it the realm of family,
The world I used to call Harmony,
The ground where flowers would play
Happy and healthy each day…
Is it my home here,
Is it the hand men used to share.
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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