POE-TREE
WHO WILL YOU BE
Be yourself a writer
Be yourself the novel
Write it rightly
Make it readable.
Be yourself the novel
Write it rightly
Make it readable.
WHAT IF
what if i die now
can you slay a cow
to mourn me this morn
of budding and blossoming
of my life?
i must strive
i must be, live
i must not die, lie in the calm coffin
made with rotten and mashed corn.
can you slay a cow
to mourn me this morn
of budding and blossoming
of my life?
i must strive
i must be, live
i must not die, lie in the calm coffin
made with rotten and mashed corn.
what if i die
will not you grin
or will you to me lie
whilst i lay in the coffin
will not you grin
or will you to me lie
whilst i lay in the coffin
tell me
it won't be a maim
what if i die now, just
now, what will you do
it won't be a maim
what if i die now, just
now, what will you do
WAIT FOR ME
damsel
wait for me
let us dance
the dance of
two to tango
my damsel wait for me.
wait for me
let us dance
the dance of
two to tango
my damsel wait for me.
Wow!
ReplyDeleteA strong move to making poetry more enjoyable.
Poetry!!!
ReplyDeleteGood words come from poetry...
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ReplyDeleteSix Stanzas
one word one line
flowing this pattern
to the end of the
Six words of the sixth line
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Poets are known for their uniqueness in appreciating event/ceremony.
And here comes a New Month, *December 1*, the month Christians anticipate heartily the coming of *A New Born Child, Jesus Christ.* Sequel to this, our Christian poets and poetesses should pour out poetically words in anticipating their Saviour, in Him some hold at High Esteem.
The Format:
A poem of no specific length
No specific rhyme
No restriction of any type
*But*, the theme must revolve around any of these;
Love, Merriment, Salvation, Redemption, Repentance/Penance, Commemoration, Arms-giving, Undiluted Sacrifice to Humanity.
Give it a touchy and catchy title. In regard to this, don't forget to use quotation marks.
_*An Anthology For Christ, the author and finisher of faith.*_
This anthology will run through this month but compiled finally on the eve to the New Born Child, *Christ*. We therefore, fix the deadline on *24/12/2017 at exactly 11:59pm*.
Happy New Month *AfrONEs*
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Heavy Burden
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But cooperation births success,
Let all hands carry
And light the burden as we go.
You have to put your hands,
We're taking it to our far land,
To our empire that we desire
And light the burden as we go.
One tree can't make a forest,
Do you my brethren know that?
Bunch of broom sweeps clean
Showing unity as strength.
A teamwork brings no wane
It fosters unity in achieving goal,
If only we have like minds
And light the burden as we go
Heavy burden
Will be light
And lighter than
The burden itself.
©®Udekwe, Chikadibia. J.
2017/4/12:::+7:12pm
Heavy Burden
ReplyDeleteHeavy for the mighty
But cooperation births success,
Let all hands carry
And light the burden as we go.
You have to put your hands,
We're taking it to our far land,
To our empire that we desire
And light the burden as we go.
One tree can't make a forest,
Do you my brethren know that?
Bunch of broom sweeps clean
Showing unity as strength.
A teamwork brings no wane
It fosters unity in achieving goal,
If only we have like minds
And light the burden as we go
Heavy burden
Will be light
And lighter than
The burden itself.
©®Udekwe, Chikadibia. J.
2017/4/12:::+7:12pm
*"When Things Have Fallen Apart"*
ReplyDeleteWhen things have fallen apart,
What do you expect them to do?
Follow their legacies they've laid
And you shall tell, "weep no child".
When things have fallen apart,
Right from their crooked deepest hearts,
What type of love do you expect
From our ludicrous leaders?
When things have fallen apart,
And truly the center can no longer keep,
Do you expect the wane walls to be?
Of course no, poisoned food kills all the organs.
When things have fallen apart,
Do you expect the sun not to weep
For having fell down from above?
Our unity has been broken like a broken cistern.
Things like love and trust have fallen apart,
Things like one's culture and tradition, all apart.
When all these things have fallen apart,
What will hold us together like brothers?
*©®Udekwe, Chikadibia.*
2017.8.12
*Chinua Achebe's _Things Fall Apart_ , my muse*
*��Afr��NE��*
ReplyDeleteWe urge all AfrONE members to submit a poem or short story( _with a good storyline_ ) on the *Theme*: _If I Die Young_
*Specify the Genre in your entry.*
_*The entry ends alongside this month*_
_Signed_ ��
Admins
Do you know i can love you?
ReplyDeleteWithout money yet I can?
I know your dogma; he's a poor poet.
My dear, even if I love you, you won't love me back.
Reason is that you've preconceived or rather believed that I'm a poor poet.
He's only rich with lyrical words.
And sometimes, rhythmic words.
Would that sustain love?
©Udekwe, Chikadibia
2018.
"In All I Still Love My Ebony Hue Skin"
ReplyDeleteThe innocent flies would perch on my ebony hue skin
They would make a very titillating
scratches with their warmly fingers
Birds would sing melodious songs
Songs that allure and enchant
But the mad men whose colours are so chalky
Would say irritatingly that my own hue
Takes the resemblance of vulture's,
And that my own skin hue could make them purge
But I was never hurt rather I said,
"In all I still love my ebony hue skin".
©Udekwe, Chikadibia
27/1/2018.
_"The Civil Servant"_
ReplyDeleteSix months had passed by and Salary alongside his civil Servant had not received their pay. Whilst they were treading the path to their best friend's house they saw him from afar as people around him were laying curses on an unruly man with the name Government, who happened to come from the village called Insanity.
Newspaper saw them coming with an augury countenance of hopelessness. He could decipher the countenance but would not talk. Only staring and his mouth in agape. One could tell hilariously that the man, Newspaper, wore only words with the ink of corruption and in the vessel of insensitivity -pen.
The both looked at him disgustingly after some minutes. He felt so sorry that what he could get from his friends' look was
"this same wears again?"
But he had no any other clothes to put on. After all, his in-law, Economy, once said that he was crippled, and left bastardized.
Salary and his civilized civil Servant, went home moody and devastated. Servant, who was popularly known as civil Servant, wrote to other civilized coworkers for cogent meeting. He put a call to Sir. Strike, the pressure-master and action-speaks-louder-than-voice civil rights activist to cordially honour his invitation.
He agreed to be with them on that meeting day.
While Salary was busy going from different restaurants to suites, he forgot that he only had a limited time to live.
He wasted his live on Womanizing and Alcoholism, which were the very good parasites to him.
When he heard about the move his friend and his colleagues set for, he grinned and laughed like a happy thunder thundering, and lost his worth.
From that very day, Salary became worthless to Servant and his coworkers.
On his way, Servant was rehearsing the phrase,
_"we are going for six months strike"_.
He stuttered on the word _"strike"_ and headed towards his home -Poverty. While the power holders live in Mansions, he had had no any other home to live in order than Poverty, which his friend Salary helped him to build; when things were good and his in-law's legs were not crippled. If his legs not crippled, mosquitoes would embezzle his blood. Hence making him prone to malaria.
Second and fourth months had gone by and no response from Sir. Strike.
Sir. Strike was given an invaluable gift known as Bribe, and his cup of wealth filled to the brim.
The pressure-master had failed, what could be another way forward? This was what Servant was mulling on, on the next day when he tuned on to Radio for wicked waves or rather frequencies to voice out something pleasant, he was tapped at the back that Chinedu his first son had been hospitalized.
Few minutes later, when he got to the hospital, he was told that his son was attacked by a hunger-tortured desease, that he should be given food as drugs. Meanwhile, no money let alone food.
Chinedu could not survive the windy hunger, so he gave up the ghost the next day being Saturday morning.
The mother of the house diffused with the remaining children to her father's home. Two weeks after the departure of Servant's wife, some of the parts of his body were arrested by malfunctioning agents in the body.
And he lost the breath of air.
When Newspaper got the melancholic news, he felt breezed away unknowingly. He wept bitterly. His two bosom friends are gone, and would not come back again.
He wanted to show them that he had changed cloth, new cloth that worth millions. And tell them that hope has been restored.
©Udekwe, Chikadibia
®27/1/2108.
All Rights Reserved.
[1/24, 10:47 PM] 🔰Udekwe, Chikadibia🔰Jeo..: We've been taught about Sonnet.
ReplyDeleteAnd he(Mr. Udealor Chibuzo) did well on that.
I reminded him one thing he didn't teach us, or left untouched.
Which is iambic pentameter.
To get this in a simpler way, I will send in a poem that has the ten syllables (penta-meter) in a line.
Why is it good to note this, brethren, it's to show creativity in writing.
Sonnet is too technical and in writing it, one should endeavor to observe the unit of sound in pronunciation(syllables). It's pertinent to note this.
It's one of the lyrical poems that is penned down on pages with feelings.
In the olden days, lyrical poems are accompanied with lyre. A musical instrument.
This is Not a Lecture!!!
Just hints to understanding sonnet. We hope to be taught on this by a higher scholar.
[1/24, 11:06 PM] 🔰Udekwe, Chikadibia🔰Jeo..: *"Let Me Try Again"*
A winning poem on *Free Poetic Universe*.
*_🏅Poetic Gold Awardee🏅_*
So I have woefully fallen again? =10
I thought I could possibly make it now =10
I am seeing another pitiful pain =10
Like the strong but nibbed budding plant that grows =10
But I will not be cowardly deterred =10
I will stans up with magic and move on =10
I will not look so mercilessly shattered =10
But will extremely brighten up like sun =10
Who shines blissfully in a good morning =10
Showing strength seriously to forge ahead =10
And setting calmly in a preen evening =10
As if it is no more there or seen dead =10
"follow the Sun's luminous example" =10
Myself I said, because life is simple =10.
©Udekwe, Chikadibia
15/1/2017.
Check the syllables
Both the stressed and unstressed.
Thank you🙏🏿
[1/24, 11:21 PM] 🔰Udekwe, Chikadibia🔰Jeo..: Remember to use rhyme-scheme of either English, Shakespearean or Italian, Petrarchan.
Take cognisance of the each of the schemes.
3 quatrains(4lines) and a couplet (abab cdcd efef gg)
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Shakespearean
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One octave(8lines) and one sestet(6lines).abba abba cde cde or cd cd cd or cdd cdc, cde cde. The sestet is flexible.
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Petrarchan
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You may use Sir Edmund Spenser's rhyme scheme.
abba bcbc cdcd ee
He modified Petrarch's
Thank you🙏🏿
Don't ask me question, research on this for more knowledge.
*🔰Chain Poetry🔰*
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Topic: *Define Love*
Love is defined as a trusted tree,
That its branches are freely free
To swing heartily to and fro,
Even when it lacks water to grow,
Love is trust not lust that withers.
©Udekwe, Chikadibia
It's a strong affection,
On the heart like an infection
Which brings harmony
And takes away acrimony
It's the heart language.
© *Chiama Blez*
It's definition is strong
It's followers are wrong,
Believes it is keen,
Only when it's weak,
But it never fails.
©NMESOMA PEACE.
Love is defined as a ray light,
Which glisten in glee bright
Despair blurred in the faces
That create heart hole spaces
Which welcome the beholder
*©JudeNice*
Love is defined as a river
Flowing from heart not liver
And unites the heart
That has fallen apart
Like buildings in bomb-site.
© Philipez
Love coseth not a thing,
Yet it taketh all,
It's scars its deepest,
Yet its harmless,
Love is immortal
*©ESTHER*
Love declares apologizes
Bomb shell gifts,
like the moon
It's lips, promises apositions,
Petting beauty like the balloon.
©Offor Adanma Liz
It's a strong Emotion,
Putting other peoples needs before yours,
Love used as a term of Endearment,
Having passion for things.
©spotless beauty
Love is sacrifice
Love gives and never leaves,
Love is a spirit
Love is a selfless service
Love is sagacious .
© *Youngberry*
Love is an eternal feeling,
This comes from the heart,
It makes you relax and unwind,
Love lost is something very sad,
It turn the situation too bad.
©NazaUmeobi.
Love is natural,
It's Fragrance is like that of a loviest flower,
Give it abundantly,
You will receive it abundance.
The heart only speaks of love.
©spotless beauty.
Love is a strong emotion of tenderness
That is soft and warm
Sealed with care
Sweet and kind
Nothing is more enduring than love.
©Nazzy smart.
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