I met your mystery…And dream steam burningBefore my muse-ful call…My turn and ease-ful freedom…Your cursery look, my thirst… I saw your power…Clean sparkling watersTucked from our quartersReveling in towering calmOf surrounding greens. I smiled at a dive…Challenged to striveFor same…not one to standAnd watch from the stands.I took a dive. Commentary: Mr Eriata is a… Continue reading My Dive | Eriata Oribhabor
Tag: Nigerian poet
Inspiration by Franklin Onuoha
In this lovely piece from Franklin, my Nigerian friend, I could hear the echo of my voice. Well written poem. The sound of hooting owls The chirping of the crickets at night The calm breeze that massages my skin after a hectic day The acrid smell of harmattan The torrents of rain that make musicals… Continue reading Inspiration by Franklin Onuoha
Swing by Okoroji Chidiebere Alexander
Ding-Ding, The heart is new, The heart is free, The heart is keen, What else is left unseen. Knock-Knock, We’ve closed, We took overdose, We didn’t really pose, So we loss, To a better boss. Ping-Ping, My ink is dry, My hair is grey, My mind is heavy, My soul up for prey, I’m a… Continue reading Swing by Okoroji Chidiebere Alexander
December Tides
1 Tasty for the spoils of the dry month, we are Dry air, dry waterhole, dry lips, dry paper Moisture lost to the heat of the traveling sun But our feet has got many options, wait or run And today the breeze drives the wind to us We savor, we enjoy, to you emissary we… Continue reading December Tides
