The archive Unmarking the poem Poem by Alexius A. Maiyanga · 1992 You may know the masquerade’srugged legsYou may know the masquerade’svelvet handsBut you can’t his falcon face.You may know the masquerade’scomplex colourBut you can’t decipher the colourcloutYou may know the masquerade’sdense danceBut you can’t his steep steps.You may know the masquerade’ssonorous songBut you can’t […]
POETS’ NEST As we celebrate Our readers rejoice with uson our second anniversary.They express their good-will messages in machine languageto the citizen of poems and words,not forgetting the man of wordseven if the words are edited by awoman. Machine talk Do you remember meI am big, tall and newYou should know me. I can print […]
FAREWELL TO MY KINGDOMorA KING’S LAMENTATION Of once renowned ruling ancestors bornSo early forested great race of Glory to runLate to me revealed by that aging sageSoon born, soon by uncles engageBut enviable crown of Kingship was in latter years to wear Still toilsome now in this crowning yearSo from hand to hand this Kingship […]
Philosophical Poetry I TIV Ason ShandeIor mba ve whum mbelaVe hemba ga, ka Aonda ahembeKwaghi adi wihin we zeoIta wan kpev ju yoMba Mongo hembeMan tume nom yongu nguharKpev ase aseo Tor Labe Gyuse tar u hegenWangbian kanan lu sha pywigwau va ieren.M va me dzor ieren. ENGLISH Ason Shandethose who locked me are notabove […]
A battle with unappreciated brilliance and a poet’s self-reflection on a great poem falling flat on stage. “If you want to evoke emotions and a response from people, give them something relatable.” — Dike Chukwumerije There is a particular kind of heartbreak that comes when a poet steps offstage after delivering what they know is […]
The archive Pastime Poem by Maikudi Sambo Z.S.Z · 1992 Poets of the Techtronic age Would you read me As I faithfully feel your faint groans In the most illustrious of your verse With success you sometimes echo Escaping from computers The sound and depth of your plight The sickness that makes you write The […]
The archive Who is a poet? Poem by Emilda I. Nyuidye · 1992 He is the loner In the ‘mad?’ world of creation Seeing and smelling Hearing and feeling and tasting From ordinary things What ordinary humans cannot Creating from nothing something With poetic magic And the skill of a smith He billows words into […]