Knowledge Confined In Paper (Prose Poem)

Sharpening the cells in cerebrum and cerebellum Through meditation, arts, knowledge and strategy With emotion, motion of sad and happy persons From the history up to date and the moving pages Writers write, artists art in front of the open universe, The mysterious nature focuses the light of unknown In the power of truth beauty in place and time both Creation, destruction, origin of things and beings With lots of evidence, imageries similes, legends,

The Emperor Of Tribalism

As most Nigerians remain ruefully lukewarm about President Buhari's second term bid; an ever-increasing multitude of potential voters across ethnic divides, seem to be enthralled by Atiku-Obi presidential ticket, on the duo's restructuring manifesto and remarkable track records of achievements. It's as if the masses with full intent or otherwise, have at last come to

I Am Not A Poet Yet!

I am not a poet yet.... Nor I am inborn poet. Nor with any special talent driving me to be a poet. Just picked few words of dew drops Each dews looked like a glittering pearl. Guided the dew drops to flow freely through a channel painted in canvas. Finally, went on binding pearls into a thread of passion. Enchanting fragrance of jasmine gave a glow of touch to the poetic garland. Each petals of rose added a beauty to its looks. Poetic ice cream with cherry toppling just ready to be served.

Burning Goodbye

In quietness of the air Somewhere my soul immersed within Flowing freely touching atmosphere Flying over the sky, low to high In silence, listen to the sound of wind My whisper behind the rippling leaves Tell you here i come, as the breeze Through the branches of the tree Touch you softly, forever i will be

~ Paean ~

Pre Text: ~ Goddess Durga symbolizes the power of the Supreme Being that maintains moral order and justice in the universe. Durga stands for the unified symbol of all divine forces: ~ Strength, Morality, Protector &c. In India women are given highest honor as embodiment of motherhood. Many Indian women instead of surname like to use Devi. Devi literally stands for goddess. [For info on Goddess Sri Sri Durga please Google] Humble submission: ~ This poem is not word by word translation of hymns [Slokas] on Goddess Durga. I sincerely admit my incapability. Here I’ve blended with poetic elements. I’ve given transliteration of Sanskrit Slokas [hymns] in the beginning for interested readers. Hope you’ll find glimpse of Indian view to Motherhood. ~ niv

Lilith

The Garden blossoms well, my dear, As there you wait for me But do not think to take my soul I will not bow to thee And I will sit beyond, my dear, (The Dark Moon high above) One hundred buds each day shall die Before I give my love

Asifa Bano, An 8-Year-Old Girl's Gang Rape And Murder

Five days later, Asifa's body was found. After seeing her body: "She had been tortured. Her legs were broken, " recalled Ms Naseema, who had rushed to the forest along with her husband to see the body. "Her nails had turned black and there were blue and red marks on her arm and fingers."

Cyber Love

During discussion with key-board through internet messenger, Love sleeps on the bench like a pet beside the purple-green footpath. Sharing violet feelings via e-mail, million megabytes of stamina s And converts instantly smiling-heart into jpg format to attach with the mail.

*rock Hunter

I wanted to do new then i switched on the internet And searched for rock then i got a site full of poems fulllof poets full of quiz full of stories full of rock full of joy

A Little Christmas Spirit

'Tis the day before Christmas And I'm stuck in the mall, The traffic is moving At barely a crawl. There's snow on the rooftops, The roadways and lawns; That's good for old Santa, But rough on his pawns.

Don'T Worry, Be Happy

We live in a world that doesn’t slow down, it’s seems everyone’s in a hurry Which causes us lots of stress, lots of anxiety, and an abundance of worry. We worry about money, our health, our children, we worry about being late We worry about getting older, about our jobs and gaining weight. I imagine amidst all this hustle, all this bustle, all this hapless hurrying There are even people out there who worry about worrying! Worrying can be debilitating, it can be an enemy and a curse

A Woman's Scorn

A wise man said a woman's scorn is given to her when she's born. She carries it, though under cover, a secret weapon for a lover who dares defy her even once, it's no excuse to be a dunce. I have been chosen so it seems, though never in my wildest dreams did I expect this sly attack

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Plastic World

Blah! Blah! Black sheep Have you Any silicone? “Yes sir...yes sir Two bags full! ” And it’s one for the boob job.

Google

When I first heard of this word, I wondered what that was. I thought that was some types of onomatopoeia such as: Click clack, pap pap, tap tap, crick crack, pouf puff, And you get the idea. I thought that was kid’s stuff. I was very wrong. It is something revolutionary. It is a miracle; there, you find the whole planetary Universe and more: the invented and the uninvented Stuff. There, you can find out about everything, About what the king ate last night and what happened To that food; you get the idea. Don’t be a dingue.

**** Mother Weeps On Net Cafe

My heart feels sorrow for all young children and teen-age adults losing much time excessively in computer games snatched from shallow joys inside highly -commercial gaining internet cafe I extend pity for their losing future as they escape from school laurel activities

(for Dónall) One Of Those Nights (1)

It was one of those nights when clouds hid the moon, when you said, 'Come to bed, love, ' and I answered, 'Soon...' as I opened the windows on Facebook and Myspace and started to blog, and our love was in second place as you called to me, honey-sweet words, soft and low, I was virtually off with the fairies, you know, writing a poem about how we met, how we live, how we love, to the whole Internet. 'Come to me, come to bed, ' you implored me so sadly, 'I love you, I need you tonight very badly...'

((Internet- Haiku))

Internet is fast, Is human genius invent... Dies when the brain drains!

' A Call To Big Brothers & Big Sisters... '

Beware Young Ones Of The Internet Beware of Saboteurs Of Innocence For, Not Everyone Is Your Friend There Are Those Who Just Pretend …

Eternal Fantasy

When the two hearts connect, The distance reduces to nought. The fog may blur the two eyes, Not the inner eye of the heart. When the yearning of the hearts Sets in motion a silent dialogue, The process could be mysterious, And to a miracle may be analogous.

The Tree That Knew Me.

My tree will know it all The tree of my childhood With the endless branches And the many whispers Time that it can only measure My tree remembers The boy with the wind in his hair The boy with the crazy laughter The boy with the fear of living and of lifes unknowns