by KREATIVE DIADEM | Feb 14, 2016 | POEMS
THAT TIME OF THE YEAR
Here it comes again
The day of Cupid`s ardent disciples
Ears swayed by sweet words
Eyes swayed by curvaceousness
Here it comes again
The few days before that day
Flimsy excuses, Unseen calls
And we get a break up text
Here it comes again
On the D day
Phones miraculously develop faults
Faults that`ll self-repair the day after
Here it comes again
The day of Lover`s reckoning
When we know who is First
And who is playing second fiddle
Here it comes again
When sweet mouths take sway
And virgin thighs give way
Then virgin hearts get broken
Here it comes again
The flirty touches and safe pecks
His hands hand over the ATM card
She flicks and drains it dry
Here it comes again
When the truly single
Will bemoan their single state
And long for one to call theirs
Here it comes again
When the friend-zoned
Will make another bold attempt
A trial at saving face
Here it comes again
When the Best Game players
Choose the best team
From the numerous teams available
And so it comes again
When you look at me and ask for Mine
And I boldly retort, just for peace`s sake
I`m single, I have no One
Special Valentine series – February 14, 2016
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
What happens when Philosophy meets with very vivid imagination?
Emmanuel Ibekwe is ‘who’ happens. I am a graduate of the University of
Ibadan, but, still a student of the School of Imagination situated
inside my world, I love penning down abstract thoughts poetically or
if need be, in an article. I guess that’s what happens when Philosophy
meets with Creativity and the willingness to express it.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Sep 17, 2015 | POEMS
I NEARLY WROTE A POEM FOR YOU
I nearly wrote you a poem
About how my eyes did the seeing
And how my heart did the falling
My brain is busy wishing
Leaving my eyes to do the crying.
I nearly wrote you a poem
Never knew my heart could beat this fast
While my brain juggled with the die you cast
And thought of possibilities so vast
While my stomach moans the compulsory fast
I tried to write you a poem
In which I really cursed cupid
For being so stupid
And making me so livid
For the hurt in my heart which he did.
I tried to write you a poem
In which I extolled your virtues and sang your praise
And hoped that in a matter of days
You would agree to change your wicked ways
And reset my poor heart to its normal pace
To think that I nearly wrote you a poem
With disorganized lines and no structure
To explain that my heart needs a suture
Maybe you need to see the puncture
I suffered when I saw your live picture
To think that I nearly wrote you a poem
In which I am the one in love
And you are the one tantalizing me with love
Never thought I could fall in love
With one who would torment me with love
But, I have written you a poem
In which I climbed up the mountain of logic
Leaving this cursed valley of emotion and magic
Self-deceiving myself that all I need is logic
To save me from a fall so tragic.
And in the poem I wrote
I decided to let you go
Severing brutally the lines of communication
Replacing my heart with nothingness
Hoping logic would save me from a love that makes me weep.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Some would prefer to argue out their points, others try instituting their positions. I, Ibekwe Immaculate Emma would just prefer to pen it down in words. I love dancing, cooking, writing and reading. A Graduate of The University of Ibadan, I sincerely believe the sky is limitless and my potentials, endless. So should Yours be too.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Jul 24, 2015 | POEMS
PASSING THE BUCK
Some say it is the way of the rational human
We want not the blame but the praise
So passing the cup becomes the new craze
Leaving our Creator in a daze
Making Him want to create a new Man.
Nothing so wrong about admitting a crime.
We all make mistakes. True
We have none perfect. Not even a few.
Why fear the crowd? Their cry and hue
Forget it. The shame is but for some time.
THE BLAME GAME – the game we all play!
Forget the crowd. It is for God to forgive.
Forget the crowd. They would be ready to blame.
Bombarding you with reasons. Most of them lame.
Knowing not that their talk elevates you and you get more fame
The crowd will shout. Forgiveness is still for God to give.
Stop it. Quit passing the buck.
Just like passing around bad food.
Start being rational, stop being crude.
It definitely will do no one good.
Again, forget the crowd. To you, the best they can do is mock.
IBEKWE EMMANUEL
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
What happens when Philosophy meets with very vivid imagination?
Emmanuel Ibekwe is ‘who’ happens. I am a graduate of the University of
Ibadan, but, still a student of the School of Imagination situated
inside my world, I love penning down abstract thoughts poetically or
if need be, in an article. I guess that’s what happens when Philosophy
meets with Creativity and the willingness to express it.
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