Elections are round the corner,
we all seem cornered
by the flying propaganda
and the winged slanderous libels.
characters ruthlessly smeared
in the stinking mud of newspapers
by opposition parties,
who recklessly wield opposition media
same way the Boko-haram insurgents
unabashedly wield violence in a Nation
where a failed government,
has no face to bury in shame.
Written by Onyeoziri Favour
How can you stare me in the face blatantly
and lie so confidently.
How can you say yes so soon
and double back so quickly.
How can you french kiss 2 minutes
and already gossiping in 5 minutes.
How can you promise to catch a grenade,
yet lie here fatally wounded by cupid.
Written by Onyeoziri Favour
Power went off!
darkness in its starkness
overthrew the dying fluorescent.
the fan stopped its revolution.
An eerie quiet ensued.
My 5 inches phone screen
floods its white lights
on my face.
gradually, the insects,
the moths and the mosquitoes
found their way to this small light.
Soon, the mosquitoes started inserting
their proboscis,
and the moths practised an incoherent
dance on my face.
I lit the insect repellant incense,
we inhale,
man and insects alike,
they to their death,
I to my ill-health.
Written by Onyeoziri Favour
The Centre Of the Cosmic Balance
In the centre of the cosmic balance,
Humanity stands,
Heralded as the king
Of the universe.
An ill-fated battle
Rages on
Between the past, and the present.
The present and the future.
Humanity has pitted both ideas
Against one and all.
Tell us the story of your life,
Marked by tears like the August rain,
With bouts of sunshine.
Then shall I tell you mine.
When fear smiled through mine eyes.
The fear of the known.
The fear of the unknown.
The present revels in wisdom,
But lacks the courage of the future.
Walk with us now,
On this bright dawn of companionship,
Let us explore new horizons.
So, together
We searched.
High in the sky
Far on the earth
Deep in the sea.
For wisdom dictated our paths,
And with courage, we forged on.
The present was decided by the past,
And the future shall be written
By the present.
The battle cannot be won by one.
Imagine, if they were allies,
Then victory shall be won by all.
And the centre of the cosmic balance,
Shall be preserved for posterity.
See how the poem came to be " That's one poem my baby sister asked me to do for her, about youth vs experience." -Tobi
Composed and Written by:
Dipe 'Shane' Oluwatobi. dipeoluwatobi@gmail.com
ODE TO HER FEMINITY
I will judge you, both for your insolence and your pride.
The clinking noise your shoes make upon the concrete street,
The loud voice of your beckoning butt-high skirt.
Even the blind have seen the colossal effect of your cheap perfume.
I will convict you, both of your innocence and your guilt.
The sun now envies the radiance of your bleached skin,
And many a men have fallen for the lure of your allure.
You are innocent, yet you are guilty,
For She who kills a man without intent,
must yet be judged of manslaughter.
I will sentence you, both for your virginity and promiscuity.
You have wasted Nature's gift of pleasure and sex,
Your hymen shall then be broken by moths in your grave.
As your promiscuous friend roams the earth with an ever waning desire for concupiscence.
ONYEOZIRI Favour. For other interesting poems and posts, visit (www.favour-onye.blogspot.com)
A day will forever remain
For days are but passing memories,
Always passing,
Slowly, steadily, solemnly.
Riding passionately on the back of times,
Shunted back and forth like the dawn, and the dusk,
By the setting, and rising of the sun.
The shadows tell of the day,
Of the sun, and the wind,
Walking on the grounds of the atmosphere,
Surrounded by the noisy chatter,
Of mortals, and saints,
Serenading the footpath of nature.
Times I fall asleep,
And wish to never wake,
Remains the dusk of day.
The dusk of day,
When mortals and immortals alike,
Have retired to the bossom of their minds,
To the solace of their souls,
To the freedom of their hearts,
I wish to never wake,
From the deep slumber of humanity,
For reality is an illusion,
And the reality I desire,
Remains in the subconscious of my humanity.
A day will forever remain,
For memories will forever pass, and ride
On the back of times.
McShane Phepoet, is a budding poet and undergraduate student of the University of Lagos, with real names Dipe Oluwatobi.
