The Missing Piece

Nigeria 
Suddenly reemerged
A forgotten Place
Eyes still watching,
Crushed with pity
Abode la seesaws
No one could really understand
The mood of these children
Confronts in fears even in their dreams
Worries encroaches
Their little spaces
There was no longer
A day without chaos
Dearest motherland
In yet another springs
I will remember your struggles
Clasped in my memory
Bookmarked for resurgences
A place of last and failing hopes
Filled with disillusion
Where
Leaders look so disgruntled
A place where
Chaos has finally found a
Perfect residual
Where things are never what it seems
Humans are still laboring in vain
Where the gloating few reap other people’s labor
A place so exhausted with confusion
Greedily and grimy with
Corruption
Illusions
Fatalist.
And disgruntled humans
With necks built in their own
Perfectly -built gears
A place that claimed to have everything
Knows it all, if not everything,
A place where pride takes over humanity
A place where memos, are tactfully concealed
Yet you can fetch it from afar
A place where I was born’
A place where little lads are rerouted
From place to place
Slaughtered in batches
By the powerful few
A place where their rulers should be
Sadly remembered, orchestrated
Leave them ashamed to even compete
In the face of the universe
When you have publicly failed your innocent ones
What else does your joy give us?
It left us worried
Imaging
Wondering
Thinking
Worrying
That we are
Fully doomed
A place so
Hopelessly forgotten

Where humanity fail to exist
A place I knew not
Too long ago
A placed that has failed countless
Including those that served religiously
Yet died like a
Rat in a forgotten sea pans.

 

Why Poetry Should Not Scare Anyone

This is our National Poetry month. There are many reasons why poetry should not scare anyone. Poetry is full of silent words. Poetry is all about the metaphors, analogies, similes, illusions, disillusions, confusions, contradictions, the big, and all the silent words that we cannot spell out most of the times, especially when one has had enough. Or, you can say that poetry is a bunch of words put together. Whether it was through our music like Rod Stewart Have You Ever Seen The Rain, Phil Collins I wish It Will Rain Now, Me And you in paradise ,  Rumi, Kahlil Gibran, or even Billy Joel when he was ranting about lunatics or The Piano Man, or even when anyone was sharing their moral values. Poetry can also be emotions spilled on a river on cold winter days (that is a metaphor, too). Please  make no mistake about poetry, no one  can save the world if they  don`t have a combination of everything which includes but is not  limited to , sadness, empathy,  anger, isolation, bystander,  humanity, sufferings, illusion, confusion, Hate for injustice, poverty,  Bible, arts, love for children, culture, series of disappointments, honesty, integrity, and most especially conscience. You give what you have and you do not give what you do not have.

For most of us, poetry came before children were born but may be a new thing for you. But for people that have lived their lives in isolation, poetry is a way of life. I have been asked over and over how I made it out of Africa,” and my answer was a combination of everything including calling out on nature, especially rain”. There is something powerful about nature, especially if you grew up in Africa where good things do not just happen, they happen by chance. Nature was there for us to experience and make our own observations and judgment. The things of nature are cheap, they do not cost a dime, and you got to feel them and make your own deductions.

From gift of poetry, I learned that there are only two ways to succeed in life. One is to recognize that no one is prone to suffering,even writing a blog here on  internet has not  spared any of us. Secondly, as a poet, you totally get it that all the goods the world has to offer was originally designed to suite all mankind, yet man made problems, and the obstacles surrounding us can also overshadow its goodness, too.

From sufferings, I totally understand that there are no two ways to be successful in life than to know that life is full of obstacles, and dangers; I do not care how  happy you want to be at all times.

Poetry can speak to us through other poets, from understanding other poets before us; one can equally see that there are two things we were given as gifts. One of them was the strengths and abilities of overcoming obstacles.  Martin Buber was also a great observer and poet who never let fear stop him. In the article

“The Walls Of Distrust and The age of Mistrust,” he was quoted as saying

“he said we had come to a stage where the individual life had been completely gobbled up by politics and that political life now represents a world without any exits and without entry”.

But looking at what is happening today in the world one cannot help but lament. I wrote about the children of Africa, which has become my work that speaks to me. A place where corruption was played over and over. If everyone joins the corrupt wagon, who is going to speak on behalf of the little ones. We cannot all have a wonderful life, someone somewhere can be in a position to use his or her wisdom to lead. Do not allow yourself to be carried by all the things you see that does not make sense. But ask questions at all-time and at any given time. He also talked about a lot of issues befitting humans. But those types of issues were not only relegated to that era but have continued to take us over. Obstacles are part of human endeavors, so we need courage and resiliency to be able to accomplish all that is thrown at us.

There is also the emotional resilience that poetry brings if you listen to the right music or read the right books. Then with knowledge built over the years, you can then build your strength of resilience; therefore, whatever anyone thinks may become assumptions not necessarily how it really was. We were also given the abilities to nurture them for a good fight. But you can never waste your energy fighting a losing war.

Poetry has a way of pulling emotions from the beginning. For example, some children will learn how to express their discomfort early and some may not really have the same opportunity to. Most children can live their lives not knowing where their anger was coming from and where to vent their angers or even where to channel their energies. Knowing exactly what can hinder children from exceeding high, how can we help these children to gain their optimum heights now that we know that there are high hills on the road? It is no more about the education like we have all agreed on, but there was much more to it.

People use prayer as poetry all the time. Some prayers  in  form of Poetry, can serve as a relieve too.

In reality, most introverts can also use poetry to cover their own deficit, reading and expressing their selves can also help them to cure boredom that often plagues them. Poetry can also be a way for people to understand their strengths and limits.

 

Poetry is a therapy and can be played out on the street. Recently, we saw a guitar man in front of a gas station singing his heart out. I really got what he was doing, but my children did not get it. He was so emotional that his words turned into rap. I was so moved and wished that other children could learn how to express themselves with music instead of engaging in a war. Whether from their parents, society, environment, lack of leadership, and discouragement from all sources. There are series of them; this was also based on what I know to be truthful and facts.

In conclusion, this is just an opinion. It may or may not be truthful. The last thing you will do is to tell people how powerful you are. They will find a way to get you one way or the other. I have noticed and my message is very simple and clear.  But here is the thing that sets poetry apart from everything. You got to feel the rain. Why because it is nature. And it soothes all souls. With poetry you can ask as many questions as you can. Questions like, what will happen if all children can write their own feelings in a piece of paper? What will happen if all poets know how well or how bad internet can be to their creativity? How can we live in peace without so much confusion? How can we get along without dragging on issues that has helped to divide us? Think about ways you can be that exceptional being.

     Rod Stewart vhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oX2FSv4Rys#aid=P9b3ZEeJKeY

Phil Collins

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ETUAsh2UZ0#aid=P-UJkUMfvL8

Thank you so much and Continue to love no matter how difficult or pain it will cost you.. May you continue to shine above all obstacles?

 

 

A Bystander

 Looking desperately
Focus your eyes on the things  never seen
Pretend to live in a coma
Die before the intruder
Eye close
Prayer looms
Endurance
Gestures
Wandering, and excited
That no one knew where I was
What I stood for
My believe
Luckily my heart
The more you see,
The less you  know
Living in a pocket
Live your life
As a bystander

A Month of Silent Words

Silent echoes
Streamlines,
Touching bases
With your inner soul
A safe place to wait
Where the eyes will be dark with tears
A place so peaceful and dear in our hearts
A street with zero tolerance
I know who lived there
What you hear on the street
is different from what it sounds at home
At home your problems still underneath.
A place where mothers laid down their sorrows
A place of ” Unforgotten species”
A place that our life began

A Year To Remeber.

A year that you will cherish,

A year to remember

 Fly at no boundary

At no cost to you

May you live with an open mind?

A year to discover

What has been missing?

May your heart and all its working parts,

 Be where they are supposed to be

For it to be effective

Surrender your soul

To experience the autumn of love

Are you ready for a ride?

In an unknown destination

Are you ready for a journey?

 In a land full of brightness

Pack full of memories?

That you kept wondering where

Then usher in silence,

The mutterer, the murmuring, the jesters

Remember when you finally open your eyes

The journey that started a long time ago

Has continued to live in your dear heart

Surrounding you with the meadow of peace

A peace to remain in your bosom

Fostering hope in an unseen

Assembly Of Peace.

To all my friends in the world
Assembly of peace
Rain down from atom
State of mind
Open for direction
Accustomed to this
In my wiggly mind
This is not a time to sabotage my chances anymore
Thank you all for your kindness,
Your humanity
Your love, and affections,
Your wisdom to discern what is truthful,
 I couldn’t do it without all of you
I know that the world is better than what we knew of it
The best part is the unknown………
The unknown is here again,
Things you know may not matter after all
It is simpler when we understand how it works
 I couldn`t have done it alone even if I try
I have tried and have failed twenty times
I ended up with frustrations because no one knew how much work I was putting in
I have tried and failed many times too before
 Always looking for a lift that felt totally distanced by my own actions,
Words and things that never make sense, but to my own world
 This is my time to tell you that I have risen to the challenges
And will be forever free.
I am now free from distress, a personal guilt, and procrastination.
The forlorn need to hide from the universe
Turn between things that were hard to define
Do it my own,
And my highest ways
 Redirecting, wishful thinking, doubts, durations, and timeless
 You have found another soul
That is still a working progress
Thank you heavily
Waiting to be used
again,
 I say rejoice for the peace is here today