The writer from everywhere and anywhere is interested in human rights issues. The writer wants to foster the whole world. Some of the writings apppeared in countercurrents.org, conterview.org, counterview.net, velivada.com, dissidentvoice.org, tuckmagazine.com, poemHunter.com , virasam.org, etc. Gifts from Santa...... Another Dreary year Is ending ... Dear Father Santa! Here We have been waiting, Waiting and waiting To receive your gifts That lifts Our depressed spirits Rejuvenate our minds .... We are the destitute children Of war - torn Palestine Waiting for your healing touch And food for dinner and lunch ... We are the underprivileged Weak and malnourished Tiny tots expecting clothes to cover In this biting cold winter? What miracle would you perform To soothe us who suffer from Dangerous life - threatening diseases Due to scant hospital facilities ? Santa ! Could you, like Christ , Restore the fading eye- sight To pellet - ridden Kashmiri kids Or bullet - ridden Yemeni lads ? Waiting for your presentation And your emancipation Of the whole world of children We, Santa, are looking for your inspiration 'Dark' HolesLooking at the sky Did you wonder how and why Black holes are formed .... ?! And particulate matter destroyed ? Look at the earth ... You will find Innumerable holes Darker than black holes .... These holes - Mines or manholes Septic tanks or potholes - Squeeze helpless humans Sucking their lives Black holes are fascinating Imagining them is exciting! But holes on earth Are traps of death .... A grim reality! Blot on humanity ! ' Political' chessKing is safe
In his ' square' As long as he's protected By bishops, knights and rooks And all powerful queen ! Rulers are safe As long as they're protected By cavalry , infantry, army And strategic ministers ! Pawns are the first line of defence Like ordinary foot soldiers In the army When pawns cross over To the other side of the board, They acquire additional powers And can even attack Kings! Foot soldiers - Ordinary masses - Wage struggles And attain powers That can threaten the mighty rulers ! Don't underestimate pawns On chess board Or the majority masses Capability!
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![]() NGOZI OLIVIA OSUOHA is a Nigerian poet/writer/thinker. A graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. She has published over one hundred poems/articles in over ten countries. Her first two longest poems of 355 and 560 verses titled THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN published in Kenya and Canada respectively are available on Amazon. She has also featured in over ten international anthologies/books/blogs. She is a passionate African ink. EIGHTEEN YEARS WITHOUT YOUElegant, tall and fair Shapely, beautiful with hair, Firm modest breasts Moderate, succulent nest, You were a seer, a prophetess. Granny, you were our nanny Farming was your passion, You taught us planting and weeding Got Mum to eat 'akpu' Dad, you could not Always prepared it for us, Always picked 'okwe' for us Always washed our clothes at 'iyi akwa' Always fetched firewood, You made miracles each noon Before we returned from school, You are incredibly unforgettable. You were strong and young Sound, like the gong, Soft and proverbial Loving and factual Death blew it all. Your 'first day' in hospital The next day in the mortuary, From Uzoma to Uzonna The story ended in tragedy. We miss you dearly Like 'Nwakwa' and 'Ihuoma' Your two little girls, The aunts we never had: The tributes we could not write. Your one and only family Ajuonuma, Grace, Uche, Mezie, Cham, Ngozi, Nkem and Ugoo. Humbly Submitted: THE PREAMBLE IN MEMORY OF LATE JENNY UKACHI OSUOHA, DIED ON (21/01/2000) YOU AND MEYou and me In this dry wilderness, Dark and lonely We would find love. You and me In this valley of hurt, Thirsty and hungry We would find love. You and me In this high mountain Fearful and dreadful, We would find love. You and me In this world of hate Radical with race Magical with face, Tropical with pace, Typical with ace We would find love: Upon our homeward way. You and me Breaking hell to tell The story of our escape, To a cruel world Yes, we would find love Just you and me. PETALS OF LOVEBeautiful and fresh Green and lively, Scented ornaments Fragrance of love, You grow and grow You blossom and blossom, You boom beyond imaginations You create unique awareness And cherish your lover As he does too, When you are tampered When you are pampered When you are shattered When you are tattered, You still love You regenerate and yield your increase, I love you, dear petals Because you never give up. LOVE GARDENCome, follow me Come, join me, Come, give me your hand Let me lead you. Come, never say never Follow me to the hills And below the valleys, Let me show you fountains Fountains of love and peace. Come, let me take you to the Riverside You will see the oceans and streams, There, there is cool and calm Where serenity is vision, Follow me to the love garden, Let me spoil you more than you can take. IF YOU ARE NOT RICHIf you are not rich Nobody recognises you, You would remain behind And in the dark. If you are not rich Your talents waste on the street, They may make you a vagabond And a notorious pond, If you are not rich No one supports you. If you are not rich No titles for you, In the church, in the society They can only use you Abuse, and misuse you too. If you are not rich You are a nonentity If you are not rich You do not have a choice, Neither do you have a voice. If you are not rich No matter your intelligence They can only tap and drink you, Like palm wine, fresh and raw When they are done tapping They cut you down from the root. THE WINGS OF MONEYThe wings of money They spread length and width, Breadth, height and depth. The wings of money They fly up and down, Left, right and center. The wings of money, They fly beyond borders They reach heaven and hell. The wings of money They connect all the corners, The living, the dead and the unborn. The wings of money They wake the dead And prolong the dying, They fly the living. And welcome the unborn. The wings of money The antennas of sense The tentacles of space, The oracles of gesture The pinnacles of protection The miracles of future The spectacles of vision The obstacles of objection. The wings of money Flying nooks and crannies Buying books for nannies Paying cooks for grannies. The wings of money The gods must be crazy Because the rich also cry Even if no one but you. THE TRUTH OF THE MATTERThere is a destiny that suffers For another to linger, There is a voice that echoes For the other to be a singer. There is a sacrifice to be made For someone to be the head, There is a fight to be lost For the unborn to avoid a cost. There is a game to be played For victory to be assured, There is a fame to be attained For history to be featured. There is a mirror to be broken For a speaker to be loud, There is an error to be corrected For the people to be proud. There is a choice to be picked For the vision to be clearer, There is a prayer to be answered For tomorrow to be brighter. The truth of the matter is: What is written is written. MELODYThere is a body In all we study But when we are moody We sell the ruby. The rose is for love But the move And the one who drove Can chase the dove. So let the melody Be of rhapsody For the muddy Not to get our buddy. HARMONYThe same money That buys honey Buys the donkey That carries the monkey. The bunch of plantain Growing in the mountain Can maintain The plain Of our fountain. Let there be harmony In our matrimony For the world to have a melody. Sing with me this song Song of redemption, Of melody and harmony. MY ANGELYou are so kind And down to death, You are so tolerant And fair to me, O my angel I want to be like you Please help me dear, Let me grow more and more And be an angel too, Just like you. I AMI am that bird That flies in the air Spreading her wings To perch on your window. I am that dream That wakes you at night Making you to pray For another day. I am that rain That falls on your roof Keeping you cool To sleep well at night. I am that soothing breeze That makes you sneeze, For you to remember my kiss And the peace I bring you. I am that your love The love that loves you real To teach you real love. HERE FOR YOUMy fragile heart is for you
And my pure love for you, My peaceful heart searches And my lovely soul yearns. Lo, I am here Whispering to your ears Lo, I wait Wondering if you care. My poor frame is strong And my beautiful mind prays Lo, I am here Wandering not to stray. Dear love, my heart is real Sweetheart, I am here for you Would you let me in? ![]() Alexis tries to create an experience that is nearly tangible, something that is understood in the bones before the brain. She lives in Minnesota where it's cold most of the year - perfect writing weather. She enjoys a good cup of coffee and will read just about anything but has an affinity for writing that feels like jumping into the deep end. Once, twice, thrice?: when will death come |