by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jun 22, 2022 | POEMS
Say, frustration is the seed mothering these
Bullets the earth is puffing,
Say, it is the gun flooding this heat,
These droughts, these storms,
These insects, these wildfires,
These diseases,
Say, humans have pushed the earth to the wall,
Forcing her to taste her blood,
Say, humans have harvested earth’s tears like fruits,
And punctured it with inhuman activities,
Say, the earth warned and warned,
But humans’
Inhumanity clothed their ears like a river over a land,
Now that frustration is pushing these bullets from earth’s hands,
Many of them are trying to recede into shadows?
Now that the earth is
Hatching climate change and her consequences as eggs,
Some are hiding behind shields?
Some are passing the burdens to others?
Tell me this cross will rollover,
Tell me,
Tell me the earth will cleanse this frustration and grow grace.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Taiwo Oluseye Odesanya is a Nigerian Poet, Non-fiction writer, Blogger, and History enthusiast. He is a Computer Information Systems graduate from Middlesex University London with a deep passion for writing. Taiwo calls writing his first love and hopes to write something “groundbreaking” about remarkable events from the past because of his undying love for history.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jun 8, 2016 | POEMS
Life is a Crook
Life is a crook and though
you pour him drinks and fill his bed
with feathers and whores.
It’s the uneven face of the sky
it’s cloudy in Pompei as
fog sneezes over the city;
she bleeds rain there.
But our crops thirst and the squirrel’s nails blunt
From digging holes yearlong
here the sky is so clear and blue
to provoke the earth to dusty rage.
Somewhere, a man visits the rain-lord
another loops his only buba to hang his neck
if only he knew the Morrow would mate flood
those seasons your barns swelled and yams
you baptized in red, swirling oil
now you grumble for the rains
have taken her wares to another market.
You’ve turned your womb to a slaughterhouse
of tiny men for the mothering hour hasn’t come
somewhere a couple eats cocoyam alone
without the murmur of kids.
Life is the sound of rain
beating on my zinc roof
The rhythm is taut and noisy
Like giants marching
In between, Calm peeps through
the torrent of noise so the honks of geese
and the flutter of sparrows, we hear again.
Though he has gulped all your ale
he’s never too drunk to not walk in
straight, sane lines like a pious drunk
on his last trip to the monastery.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Agbaakin Oluwatoyosi Jeremiah is a law undergraduate in University of Ibadan. Born on the 9th of April, 1994 in Ikire, Osun state, he’s an active pressman in the university community. His pen has been rewarded in both essay and poetry contests. He’s a two time finalist of W.R.R-organized Briggite Poirson Poetry Contest. 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 site, Nairaland in 2013 and it received a wide read.
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