31 DAYS OF POETRY- DAY 25- TONIGHT- by Paul Alowo

Tonight tonight, you are my cherry,and I your raspberry. you are my beauteous moon tonight,glorified with shining of slivery bright. tonight, you are my bride,I will lay you down on the bed of life,browse your garden to gather petals without blight,and compare your love not with wine. tonight, poetry is mine,she illuminate my minduntil we […]

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31 DAYS OF POETRY- DAY 24- DEATH IS… – by Chika Jones

Does death come in seasons?Like the broken needles,On the tongues of winded dragons?Like the red of flowers in harmattan,Or does it come through the hole of scarabs,When brave young girls venture alone into the forests,And emerge with painted hands,I remember the lives of dead ones,Like a kaleidoscope of ever changing sounds,The baby’s first cry,The ratata […]

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I For how long How long do we need to wait? For our heart of stone to become flesh How long do we need to be in this theater? With our hearts opened wide for surgery For too long But the folks outside look at us and smile As naĂŻve as they were, they call […]

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Their eyes sparkle, gleaming at the possibilities of achievement,  bodily perversion contravening the law of nature, the pulchritude of its eventuality glows in the minds of its initiators. ‘Soul nature differs from physical appearance’ The message of this deviance gradually pierces our conservative tradition,  robbing our memory of its innocence,  creeping into our thoughts, fine […]

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