POETS’ NEST

As we celebrate

Our readers rejoice with us
on our second anniversary.
They express their good-
will messages in machine language
to the citizen of poems and words,
not forgetting the man of words
even if the words are edited by a
woman.

Machine talk

Do you remember me
I am big, tall and new
You should know me.

I can print two at twelve
Thousand per hour
We are two of the same kind
But not twins

My sister’s name sounds Vicky!
She can print two times two
variegated and she’s fast too
She’s used to making two piece coat
for you
And now even your inner wears we
make
We know you very well.

You should know us too
We have many house-helps in twos
Two brothers that cut things into
two
There is also one that prints but he is
not two
Count us in twos because you are
two on twentieth

When we line up in twos
It’s a chariot of printing excellence
And we’ve made many books with
two covers.

We are the only two in town
Our tower is NEWPAK PLC

Two years ago you were born
Two men brought you to us
for a two piece coat
Male in two times two colours
You know us now.

You’ve made great impressions
Even though you’re yet young
you’ve grown fast
That can never be over-accentuated
We are your witnesses
Many times we’ve had to
print those impressions
We hear you say impressively
You are our witness

That’s why two-somely we are
happy
to be your friend
And to say
Congratulations at two.

Charles E. Agu

Citizen of words

Like a capsule holds a substance
Words and wordings are poem
As word preserves and defends
memories
Each and every memory:
The good, and bad and ugly:
Of resplendent words and word-
ings
And sparkling idioms and phrases;
Of connecting simile and metaphors,
And palpable mottos and titles:
Even record of courts are words;
Testaments and wills are poems
They are words and wordings;
The artistic gorgeous painting is man
As word is the beauty of man
And nature is also word
Every word is thus a poem.
Word is root of poetry
And poetry is good and excellent
Unlike wrestling and boxing hob-
bies,
Twin-like art of nerve breakings
Poetry is a creative art
Or call it a restive science
Imagination they all portray
Its good for the good of human intel-
lect
A road toward all new social order

Citizen of poems

Words encapsulate man full
As there are beautiful words
So aplenty are ugly equivalents;
As there are beautiful thoughts
As there are uglier expressions;
As all talks are expressionist feel-
ings,
Because all expressions are poetic-
poetry;
Poetry being simple and gentle
A conscientious art;
A genuine painting
Some beautiful and refined
Some excellent and succulent,
Others bad and poisonous,
And many ugly and funny
Stupid is their proper qualification
Word is the man
Anyday
Anywhere;
As object of his transmission
Conveying him and others in thin
air
From no-where to every-where:
North, West, East and South,
Circumambulation of the whole
compass;
The Earth infinite
The whole planet
All infinities!

Nuhu Yarwa

Man of words

They give nightmares, man of words
Things you do with bales of words
Lying pompous in lairs of thine con-
dom

And for the boldness of thine
schemes
We survive on those crumbs of
power
The extravagance from thy word-
dom

Hyeladzira A.B. Shaffa

Source: ARCHIVING (Citizen, Monday, August 24, 1992)