The Pilgrim…..by Yemie

This is the final guest post on my 1st blogging anniversary list of poems. I saved it for the last because I know many can identify with the sentiments here and might get some encouragement here too. And guess what? This was written by Yemie (who still hasn’t convinced me why she shouldn’t take poetry more seriously).☺

Thanks girl for who you are – a big support and source of encouragement. With all the positive energy radiating from you, no ”negative ion” stands a chance.

Dear friends, I present to you again, Yemie!

Winning Wayfarer
I am strong
Am I?
I may well be wrong
Aren’t I?

With fear a constant companion
A strange bedfellow
How do I emerge a champion?
I wonder, I bellow

I am a mere mortal
Conflicted, unsure
Crouched at Earth’s portal
A fish, washed ashore

Will I get through the journey ahead?
My feet will not move, not even a step
I need to be held and led
Yellow-bellied, and in desperate need of help

‘Let the chips fall where they may
Your inner fear, keep at bay
Go at it hammer and tongs, as you journey along the way’
A little voice in my head did say

Waves of emotions surge
Anger, courage and hope merge
A fire is stirred and it glowers
I rise, free from all encumbrances

My strides are sure and purposeful
My soul rejoices, melodies from my heart ring
I am bursting forth with vitality, joyful
As I make my way onwards, soaring upon Eagle’s wings

I yell out in victory
No longer will I whimper in entreaty
I bask in my moment of glory
A wayfarer, adrift upon life’s trajectory

finding stars…..by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

In every one of life’s endeavors, there are learners (like me☺) and there are masters. There are those who are willing to share knowledge, no matter what level of learning they’re at. This is the case of my friend Su’eddie Vershima Agema. I once called him a critic but now I see him as a friend who simply wants to add value.

 

Su’eddie writes poetry with his head 😉 (correct me if I’m wrong) and he’s very particular about those technicalities of poetry.👌

The poem below, which is written in classical Su’eddie style tells us that sometimes, in searching for that faraway treasure, we end up realizing, that the treasure we sought all along, eluded us because we didn’t look within.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present Su’eddie Vershima Agema. 👏👏👏

 

finding stars

he looked up to the skies;
it reflected the darkness that lay at the bottom of his heart
he searched for the stars but they were absent
he smiled sadly

he wasn’t going to be low too long
for he knew that beyond those blankets, the stars shone

he took a deep breath, closed his eyes
kissed the air and searched for the stars once more
this time he found a million sparkles
deep within his soul…

Finding Me…..by Me

This next guest post is by The Short Black Girl, who simply wants to be known as Me.  Me writes from her soul and you can tell she has a beautiful heart. In this poem about self-discovery, you will meet her and perhaps understand that all of us have our foibles, no matter what facade we exude. Enjoy!

Finding Me

_{In moments of wait,}

_{When I, turned up}

_{Against the ticking clock,}

_{Tick- tock, tick- tock,}

_{Grow scared and weary,}

_{Alone, and forgotten,}

_{Waiting for hope,}

_{Waiting for joy,}

_{Waiting for love,}

_{And promises and dreams;}

_{I suck on breath,}

_{Yet I wait to die–}

 

_{I am always waiting;}

_{For inchoation, for the end.}

_{Through cacophonic melodies}

_{Chaos and peace}

_{Dawn turns to dusk}

_{Hide, seek; moments become memories.}

_{So I get lost sometimes}

_{In the endless wait;}

_{Who was I, who am I,}

_{And even tomorrow,}

_{Will I matter?}

 

_{More questions, and I wait}

_{Again. Waiting is lonely,}

_{And Change empties me,}

_{Yet I wait, again and again–}

_{For the excitement of anticipation}

_{The numbness of uncertainty,}

_{The chance of a new beginning,}

_{Alone, by myself.}

_{Because people}

_{Take away the magic–}

_{Of the frantic heartbeat}

_{And the wrecking nerves,}

_{The praying lips}

_{And the eyes, awake and keen.}

 

_{I wait,}

_{For every time I get lost}

_{In the sudden swiftness of change}

_{I find myself a little bit more.}

More Than Death

The things I fear
More than death:

In the end,
Not to have lived at all

For my young ‘uns
That they be not robbed of innocence
Ere they grasp
The ‘What,’ ‘When,’ Why’ and ‘How’

Of my Maker
That my name be found not
In His Book of Life

Oh, these things, I fear
Much more than life itself
Or even the absence of it

Oasis

You are my oasis from a day unmarked
Where I seep on some hot days
Times I fear the water may dry
You waiver also, when you look into my eyes
To stop your own fears

But when I hold your hands under the shade
Grateful for these moments
I try not to worry the water may dry
Like this world, waiver and fault
But it is fear, fear dries the eternal
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A poem by Iheanyi C. Idimogu
Iheanyi is a Lawyer, based in Lagos, Nigeria
He loves to write.

Skin

 

This skin that you bare
Speaks thousands to me
Your gait’s so enchanting
Too good to be true
Too good is your charm
My alarm has set off
What if you’re not mine?
And for you I’m sport
What if we were never
For each other meant?
And that dreaded day comes
When you shed your skin
The real “you,” you make known
To my own dismay
And of my own misery
You drink to your fill
So ‘ere you get comfortable
In your very own skin
Just know I won’t let you
Get under my skin

Angry Rantings: Bully Boss

If I could reach into its place

And bring my heart out

You would see the many scars

Created by you, Bully Boss

 

When, Bully Boss, will you free me

Of your temper tantrums?

Of the arsenal of your tongue

Coated with lethal venom?

You give me a cent

And take back nine

I want to make a living

You’d rather have my life

 

I try to make myself but you mar me

I try to heal but you afflict me

I try to advance, you’re my drawback

I try to live but you kill me

I’ve died a thousand times, for you

And risen just as many times, for Me

I’m strong Bully Boss, can’t you see?

Stronger than you’d ever care to admit

 

You’re weak Bully Boss, you’re weak,

Your temper controls you

Your tongue has you under subjection

You yield to its every whim

But then thank you Bully Boss, thank you

Because of you, I know who I am

I am beautiful, resilient, valiant

The half of me, you’ll never know

 

 

 

 

Will You Let Me?

I want to listen with my heart

To hear the words that you’re not telling

I want to gaze into your eyes

To see beyond the borders of these steely pair

I want to kiss your lips

And unearth the secrets that lie there within

I want to draw close

And smell the truest fragrance of your soul

I want to hold your hands

And unleash feelings you never knew existed

So here’s me asking, “will you let me?”