Friday, Happy Oyamenda
I am a young, up coming writer, willing to leran to write better. I am a writer of artcles, short stories and poems. I have written over thirty touching poems, wth few short stories and many articles. I also have a major interest in philosophy, which tends to shape my literary works.
However, my works have not been officially published, although quite a number of them have been ... more »
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Friday, Happy Oyamenda Poems
Blue And Grim
Tears Of The Sun
What eternal emptiness Dances on the stage of time? This shadow Hanging over the one
Endurance; My Maiden At The Foot Of The ...
A maiden there lives, at the foot of the sea. She goes by the name a virture-Endurance, who my preying eyes caught at the west wind. She loves nothing in the world, except me, as my soul delights in her. My heart's knee is bent before her anaconda love. She has no self left, no fears, no wants... Nothing, except me. Divinity's eyes must envy her & me; for my eyes have made religion of her. My gusty love for her enchants the winged seraphs of Heaven....
The Unmaking Of Fate
1 I drove into the yellow Setting sun and watched The big blue sky narrow The sun into red perspective
Tribute To An Undying Friend
One night I lay on my back, gazing at the old scruffy ceiling of my room. Only one thought kept pushing its way through my righteous mind: DEATH. What would happen if I didn’t wake up from this odyssey of sleep I was about to embark on? Would I be in Nirvana with God or rot hell with the Devil? Would I meet loved ones like Bilkisu, Michael Jackson, Kessienasce or even our beloved president, Yar’dua? I watched these questions sailed away unanswered. I woke up this morning with an achy thought of you. I looked for you in the photographs but you weren’t there. Then I walked to the faculty, I saw the imprints of you on the people you touched. I felt your ever refreshing fossilized presence on their faces, remembering the good old days that wrapped us together; the sadness and the happiness, ups and downs, your naggingness and your crude jokes…
Scent Of Dawn
here comes the jubilee song as the jingles of last season fade as time ages
Oh Princess Oseghale, A tale of smile like sparks Of a burning amber;
Gently, gently Goes the blood moon Who believes the iron message, The unsaintly Zion story,
When darkness terrifies the day Who listens to the sobbing hearts of the trees? When the childless night weeps for her child Who understands the pregnant night?
Effects seen globally Yet causes not explained orally The sun slays the sons of men Countries run short of pottery contents
The Man From Philadephia
… Bathing dully in his pains, he collapsed. He was rushed To the hospital as his situation at the moment demanded. It was quite obvious that his life like a nightmare of a stinking blackness, as of a running river, was running out him. Awakening into a wave of blinding pains, he restlessly feared the end of the beginning that now governed his body. His body quivered in disbelief, eyes turned sore; for sanctuary suddenly became a morgue. The place that cradled him tenderly now burnt in fear and discrimination against him.
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Blue And Grim
Oh humming bird, hum not your song today beside my window on this forlorn-empty dawn; for the woman I love - the one before whose elegant feet my young heart is cast - thinks of someone else and not me. This makes me blue and grim. So dear humming bird - oh you whom nature has profusely lavished with the most splendid love that appears in your bright colours; the most perfect azure, the most beautiful gold, the most dazzling red, with such beautiful diamond eyes - go hum your love song elsewhere, for my heart is blue and grim...Read the full of Blue And Grim