…Let’s See…

By: Chioma Ibegbunam

Level: 1

(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)

How do you feel when you break my face like a toy you once lost as a child?

How do you zoom into my body with your fist,

Heaving like you just won the only battle you fight everyday?

Your victory is to forget your father

So you wear him on my skin like someone you vowed to love but can’t stop hating.

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STRANGE SONG OF THE GONG

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)

FRUIT OF THE FORBIDDEN TREE

ADAM:
We were happy as kids are before they understand the world
Arms locked together with eyes for each other alone; we twirled
I have learned that if it doesn’t look right, it’s because it’s not
The deed was not to eat the apple; it was to fall for her plot

EVE:
The redness of the fruit wasn’t what made it cute
It was the words of the snake; melody from a flute
I always felt that the grasses in this garden were too green; the sun just shined too bright
I was tired of the illusion of serenity; the snake was a welcome sight.

SNAKE:
Pretty damsel is that tree in the middle the only thing you doubt?
If knowledge were rainfall, then this garden suffers drought
Missus I see you lie awake and ponder over these things; this paradise is your hell
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…Prince Mordred…

By: Dennis Ekene

Level: 1

(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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Prince Mordred

I am Pharaoh’s first born and heir to the Egyptian throne
Forget the Israelite boy, I run this kingdom alone
I build what I want, who I want is who is dead
I don’t care whose ox is gored, I am Prince Mordred
The story untold, the tale they never wrote, the part they choose to forget
The Atrocities I made, the Carnage I create, the Anathema tagged on my hobbies
But there is nothing wrong in having blood for tea
Or decorating the palace with a few heads hanging on a tree
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…4-5-6…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 2

(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)

4: HOW DO I KNOW THAT I KNOW?

Socrates speaks: Right from my earliest years [when exactly I do not know] I have never taken a thing said to me at face value

Except it be God himself that speaks I will doubt

The persons that speak to me are not liars but are merely vessels of half knowledge

But I believe knowing nothing is far less dangerous than knowing a little!

Plato speaks: Pardon my mentor for his rude way of speaking [it is no way to address you learned men]

What he meant to say was that the whole lot of you are little more than puppets

Some are basic puppets: puppets of culture, religion and group think. Hands and legs move only when moved

But there are still sophisticated mannequins among you.

Sophisticated, but puppets all the same

Socrates speaks: Listen stupid ones, why do you fight in another man’s war?

Sinner why cast the first stone on a sinner?

Just as the Gorgon Medusa stares at everything but her own reflection

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…1-2-3…

By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)

1: You Made Me Like This

Someone once asked a terrorist why he kills without pity

“To live in Allah’s kingdom, must you destroy our city?”

But Ahmed laughed inwardly at the ignorance of this fellow

“If the nation down here wanted me would I the march to heaven follow?”

I once overheard the lion say he only killed because he had to eat

“If all I needed was placed before me I would only sit”

But to end the life of another is game to one particular beast

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…Figure And The Stranger…

By: Finan Fidelis-Nwoko

Level: 1

(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)

A figure into your tent comes in
Leaving his home of comfort
For a discomfort had him driven
and the fear too of being cut short

Hence into this stranger’s eyes he looks
With hopes as high as mountain.
A stranger who has spent his life on books
and has forfeited much just to train Continue reading →