I kiss the nature good morning And brew a pot of honey in my veins
I converse with the wild hues of the wilderness And win myself a garland of rainbow around my neck
Today I befriend the weaverbirds and their tweeting colony See how fast I become a chatterbox of modern lore
I imitate the Nightingale and its solemn notes See how fast I become a singer of fortune
The day I imitate the oracle, I will become a poet of vision
I will borrow its mystic gaze That threads the innards of truth
I will borrow its nimble feet That walk the labyrinth of wisdom
Tired of borrowing, I may steal its prophetic flames That burn the dross covering the gems of tomorrow
I may steal its everlasting repose
And learn the secrecy of patience
Tell me which blacksmith fashions his ore
And fabricates his sinews
The uniqueness of his saber
Comes from the zealousness of his shadow
The length of his shadow comes
From the reflection of his person by the height of his fire
Not the ore and neither the fire
But the power of his bellows
Then the strength and the rapidity of his hammer
On his anvil…
I KISS THE NATURE GOOD MORNING
by Kamarudeen Mustapha | POEMS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kamarudeen Mustapha (Prince Dankeketa) writes short stories and poems. He is a teacher and a photographer based in Ibadan, Nigeria. His poems and short stories have been published in Our Poetry Archive, Setu online magazine, Africanwriter.com, and Kreative diadem. He had also had poems published in some anthologies apart from self-publishing some children story books like Zinari, the Golden Boy, Winners Never Quit, Magic Birds, Wayon Bana ( Hausa ) among others. His debut novel ‘Zero Orbit’ is almost ready for publication.
Hear the sonorous voice as it re-echoes in the distance
The deadly release that murders our hearts
Hear it again and again – Koowe – the horrified bird that sings and you die
Hear the ancient spirit that talks in tears
Before you’d say I did not tell you
Hear!
Turn the left if your right ear has been eating from them
Long you suffer, here comes freedom
For I fear your itchy hands that prostrates to anything that buys bread
And your cracked throat that thirsts for their wine – in the eve of the election – rushing their indomie of lies again – drinking back your curses all years – killing yourself!
Koowe is here again – O – with a cry
She’s crying and crying and she would not stop
Shouting and shouting and she would not cease
Singing and singing and she would not stutter
Hear on a mission, you obey or you die
For I fear your heart that lives in Israel but marries the Philistines
Your mouth that jugs while ours stood, filled with all that’s bitter,
with holes by its sides, like the hollow of a calabash
You’re wicked!
If you read these lines and plead for their money
Wicked, if you turn deaf ears
Wicked, if you rush our souls with their indomies
Koowe is crying and she would not stop
KOOWE'S CRY
by Seyi Omotoso | POEMS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Seyi Omotoso is a seasoned poet and writer.
Though he currently studies Physics in the Lagos State University, yet, his love for poetry knows no bound.
Over the years, his works have appeared in some notable online platforms like
Kreative Diadem, OYA Magazine, Acceleratetv among others. He’s currently working on his first novel.
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